Some of these are Drarry cliches, some of these are just things I love. And in no particular order. Enjoy, and add your own!
CW: one reference to sex
"Scared Potter?" or "Scared Malfoy" followed by, of course, "You wish." Bonus points if they're about to duel as adults, like in Auror training or something
Draco wearing eyeliner and/or leather pants
Ron being like "I really don't care that you're gay, but Malfoy??"
Pushing each other against a wall in a fight that turns into a kiss (yes, I know, classic Enemies to Lovers but I like it at Hogwarts specifically)
Harry teaching Draco to cast a Patronus and it turns out to be a stag
Party games, party games, party games, party games
Literally almost anything eighth year
When 'Potter' becomes 'Harry,' and 'Malfoy' becomes 'Draco.' But they still call each other Potter and Malfoy when they're teasing and during sex
Pansy and Hermione scheming to get them together
Auror partners!!
I love mutual pining, but especially Draco POV pining for years and years, especially when Harry grows up and just gets ripped and gorgeous and Draco practically drools at the sight of him
Oblivious!Harry realizing he's been wanting Draco forever
Harry apologizing for Sectumsempra
Kissing in the Great Hall to come out to everyone
Ron and Draco becoming friends!! Draco being the only one who can beat him at chess
Hermione and Draco bonding over books and nerdy stuff
Their friends having debates over who was more obsessed with the other--bonus points if it is hearing this debate that gets them together/helps them see that the other likes him back
Smelling each other in Amortentia!!
Draco in Weasley sweaters!!
Harry returning Draco's wand after the war
H/C after nightmares
Draco being the only one (other than Harry's friends ofc) willing to call him out/be real with him
Narcissa and Harry friendship!!
Lucius Malfoy bashing
Handshake, handshake, handshake, handshake--especially as adults and especially if Harry initiates it and Draco hesitates in surprise before finally taking it
What's your favorite canon Drarry moment? Of course, there's the iconic line that "Harry was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy" thing and so, so many more awesome ones.
But I think my favorite is this little moment in PoA when it's during an exam and Harry enters the classroom and Draco turns to him and glares and he'd been levitating a wine glass and it falls to the ground and smashes 😂 It's so small but so funny to me because Draco takes every single opportunity to stare at glare at Harry, and it affects him so much that it distracts him from his exam lmao.
What's yours?
Oh I love this ask, thank you so much! Sadly I haven’t read the books in years so my memory takes me straight to “movie canon” moments. That classroom scene is a great choice lol the “dropping things while staring at someone” is such a classic romantic trope and I can’t believe they went there, love it. My fave Drarry moment in the movies is when they meet at that Malfoy Manor scene. The way they chose to portray it it’s like they’re communicating with their eyes and it’s so very clear that Draco recognizes him right away, while Harry silently pleads with his eyes that he doesn’t give them away. Great eye acting by Daniel R. and Tom Felton nailed the complexity of his character imo, showing a composed vulnerability that fits Draco so well!
My second favorite moment in the movies still makes me smile with nostalgia, I can’t believe how young and adorable they were here 🥺❤️ plus those lines are hilarious!
Omg I didn't see that you reblogged these asks!! Yay!
There are so many fics to choose from, but I'm going to ask about "check this hand" and question 3 pretty please!! 💕💕
Hey! :D Very good to see you in my Asks, Phoebe!
3: What’s your favorite line of narration?
I hadn't reread this story in years, so your Ask actually got me to do that, and... it's quite good! It's very funny! And sexy! And I remember being dissatisfied with the ending, like I'd really messed that up, so I was surprised to actually enjoy that as well.
I'm struggling to do just one line here. I'm going to go with an early one, if only because I think it sets the tone of the piece and Harry's voice in it really well:
The problem was that Harry found Malfoy slightly attractive.
He found him quite attractive.
Okay, he found him dead sexy.
I giggled aloud at how quickly Harry has to correct himself here. And I think that's what I like most about this story: Harry's voice. (But Draco's confidence and his winking and his impeccable darts game and that lap dance all get high marks from me now seven and a half years later, too.) Shout out to Seamus as well!
Thanks so very much for the Ask, bb! I enjoyed revisiting this one. <3
Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. Here's some fluff, kinda cracky?
"Tuhs eehehn fenheh!"
"You alright mate?" Ron's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took a spot on the Common Room couch next to Seamus, who was biting his lip even as he grinned.
Harry glared at them. "Nuh-uh. Uh cuh tuk."
Ron turned to Seamus. "Can you translate?"
Seamus let out a giggle. "Ginny. She—" he hiccupped. "She cast Lingua—hic—Ligatum on Harry, and—hic—she left the room and—hic—" he cut himself off, doubling over in his laughter.
"What does that do?"
"It means Harry is—quite literally—tongue-tied until he kisses the object of his affections," Hermione said as she approached them. Ron moved to let her sit close to him, ignoring Seamus's exaggerated gagging when he kissed her cheek.
"Hum guhhnuhh kuh heh wuh uh cuh tuk uguhn" Harry grumbled, crossing his arms.
"What'd you say, mate?" Seamus's eyes glittered. "I couldn't quite understand."
"But Harry doesn't like anyone, does he? Do you, mate?" Ron glanced at Harry, who turned red.
"Harry," Hermione's voice was gentle. "You might as well get it over with."
Harry shook his head rapidly. "Uh-uh."
"Get what over with?"
Hermione pressed her lips together, looking guiltily between Harry and Ron before she finally sighed. "Oh, I'm sorry Harry, but it's for your own good!" She leaned in cupping her hand around Ron's ear as she whispered, "The only way to end the spell is for him to kiss Malfoy."
"MALFOY?!" Ron clapped a hand over his mouth at his outburst, blushing almost as red as Harry as every eye in the Common Room turned to face them.
"Weasley, you bellowed?" Malfoy said as he walked over, Parkinson in tow. Harry buried his head in his hands; Ron didn't blame him.
"Er, it's nothing, Malfoy, never mind—"
"Harry's been hexed and...well, we need your help." Hermione cut in, her face grave. Harry let out what must've been a protesting groan that was muffled by his hands.
"With what?" Malfoy's eyebrows furrowed.
"It's Lingua Ligatum."
"Lin—" Malfoy started before he choked on the rest of the word. His face paled as he looked at Harry, who was peeking at Malfoy through slits between his fingers.
"Uh guh uh guhh," Harry stood from the chair, moving quickly away from the group. But Malfoy was faster, catching Harry by the wrist before he was able to escape.
"Potter," Malfoy's voice was kinder than Ron had ever heard it before. Harry tried to wrench his wrist away, but Malfoy's grip was tight even as he turned to Parkinson. "Pans, help me out here?"
Parkinson drew her wand and pointed it at Malfoy, her eyes fiery. "Lingua Ligatum."
Harry's eyes widened comically. "Aycoh?"
"Ihh me, ahee."
Ron watched in shock as Harry leaned forward, pressing his lips to Malfoy's. Hermione reached for his hand and squeezed comfortingly. Finally, the two boys pulled apart for air, and Ron tried not to cry out in shock again when he saw them both smile softly.
Harry and Malfoy leaned in again. Ron buried his head in his hands.
prompt idea: july! just the whole month of july. (and barbeques maybe.) please ignore if it doesn't inspire!
@fw00shy thank you sooo much for this prompt idea! This was a challenge, but I liked it! I hope you enjoy <3
"Happy Birthday!" Draco said, plopping down on the bed and jostling Harry from his sleep.
Harry groaned, covering his eyes. "S'not my birthday."
"No, but today is July 1st, and we're celebrating your birth month."
That was enough to make Harry blink awake. "I'm sorry, my what?"
"Your birth month. We're going to celebrate your birthday a little bit every day this month until the 31st, when--well...that's a surprise."
Harry sputtered. "I don't need a whole month. Just dinner at the Burrow on my birthday is plenty."
"Yes you do," Draco said fiercely.
"Why?"
"Because you're alive, Harry!" Draco said, slightly exasperated. "You're alive and you're here against all odds, and those shit-for-brains relatives of yours never celebrated that so I'm going to, damn it."
Harry's heart melted a little. "Draco..."
"No, Harry. You deserve this. You died, but you decided to come back to this twisted world. While I think we should celebrate that choice every day, I think you'd strangle me at some point, but you'll just have to suffer through a little extra spoiling from me for the month of July." Draco's face was intent, fiery.
Harry felt tears prick at the back of his eyes. "No one's ever...no one's done anything like this for me before," he said quietly.
Draco softened. He pulled Harry into his arms, pulling them both down to relax on the bed. "I know, love, but now that we've been together for almost a year, and we live together for Merlin's sake, I hope you'll start letting me give you at least some of what you deserve. I can't buy you the world, though I would if I could, but I can give you treacle tart for breakfast, for starters.
Harry perked up. "There's treacle tart?? For breakfast??"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course that's what you take away from that. Yes, I've got you treacle tart for breakfast this morning, you absolute child."
Harry grinned. "Can we continue this discussion over the breakfast table?" He wriggled out of Draco's embrace and jumped out of bed before offering his hand to Draco.
Draco took it with a sigh. "Alright, lead the way, birthday boy."
I love this week's @drarrymicrofic prompt, "Savior Complex" by Phoebe Bridgers!! I actually already wrote a little fic about it for a 5 songfic challenge a while back. So I will be adding on to that one for this week. I've included the original in this extended version, but you can read it, and the other mini songfics from the challenge here. (And I hope you do because I'm rather proud of it.)
"This'll never work." Malfoy gestured between the two of them.
Harry's heart clenched. "How do you know that?" He gripped the doorframe to keep from pulling Malfoy inside from where he stood in the entrance to Harry's flat.
Malfoy shrugged. "We're us, Potter. We're too...emotionally reactive around each other. We always have been."
"But isn't that part of why we like each other?"
"I don't—"
Harry held up a hand. "You're a bad liar, especially to me."
Malfoy snorted. "So are you, with me."
"Exactly!" Harry huffed. "That's why we'd work. We've seen each other at our worst. We can only go up from here, right?"
Malfoy pressed his lips together. "No, Potter," he whispered. "I don't want to have a long, drawn-out heart-to-heart with you, pouring over our past with a fine-toothed comb, sorting the blame."
"That's not—"
"Yes, it is. Of course, I have regrets, but if I spend the rest of my life ruminating on that guilt then I'll never stop resenting the world enough to embrace it."
"I'm not asking you to torture yourself." Harry ran a hand through his hair.
"That's easy for you to say, Golden Boy," Malfoy sneered.
Harry scowled. "Don't call me that. You know me well enough to know how much I hate that."
"Well, there's some truth to it! You don't know what it's like to be steeped in guilt to the point that you feel like you're drowning!"
Harry couldn't help the short laugh that bubbled up from his chest. "You, of all people, should know about the moments that haunt me. You were the victim of my biggest regret; the worst thing I've ever done."
Malfoy's jaw went slack. "Potter, I...I deserved that and more, I—"
"This!" Harry threw his hands up in the air. "This is why we need to talk about this stuff, Malfoy! This can work; if we try."
Malfoy shook his head. "I need to go," he whispered before he turned around and took off down the hallway, Apparating away before Harry could catch up to him.
_________
“I hate him, you know.”
Harry was startled, not noticing that Malfoy had come up next to him. The other man sat on the stool and put his elbows on the bar, chin resting in his palm.
“Who?” Harry managed.
“Voldemort. My father. Take your pick.”
Harry shook his head. “What happened to not wanting to talk?”
Malfoy shrugged elegantly. “If I say it out loud, maybe my mind will stop feeling like a fork in a Muggle garbage disposal.”
Harry let out a short, humorless sound that was more of a grunt than a laugh. “Welcome to my world.”
“Now, Potter, it’s not a competition. I think we’re too old and too tired for that, don’t you?” Draco's tone was light but still chastising. He signaled the bartender for a drink, and he downed the neat Firewhiskey in one gulp the moment the glass slid into his palm.
Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Feel better?”
“Marginally.”
Harry nodded. “I find that alcohol is more of a temporary fix than anything else.”
“Yes, but I live in the moment, Potter. And at this moment, the fork has stopped grinding enough that I’m ready to talk if you are.”
“Really. You’re sure about this?”
Draco turned to face him for the first time, his face stretched in his most wicked grin.
He hides these two scars well, with carefully-placed fringe and high-collared shirts. He's come to accept the marks that Death has left on his skin, like eternal IOUs.
The third scar is on his hand.
I must not tell lies.
It's not too bad, as far as messages go; the sentiment is true enough. There are worse words to have carved into one's skin; he shoves down the memory of Bellatrix's handiwork on Hermione's arm.
After the war, Hermione asks him and Ron to accompany her to the tattoo parlor. Ron's face is pale as he holds her hand, watches her grit her teeth as the tattoo artist draws over the skin.
Later, Hermione smiles softly when she unwraps the bandages to reveal the image of her wand, with the words "fear no name" in her own handwriting down the length.
Harry flexes his fingers, watching the words that are etched into his skin stretch with the movement.
He returns to the tattoo parlor alone. He winces under the sharp needle, but he's careful not to jerk away.
He doesn't have to wait as long as Hermione to unwrap the bandage. It's red and tender, and he's almost tempted to use a healing spell to speed up the process, but he doesn't. He can wait.
After a few weeks of itching and peeling, Harry feels satisfaction curl in his chest as he examines the back of his hand.
I must not tell lies.
beautiful & terrible
When Draco asks about it, running a nimble finger over the ink, Harry smiles.
"It's the truth."
“The truth. It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution." –Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
Hiya Phoebe 😊 have you perchance done song #16 yet??
Hello Cav! @cavendishbutterfly What a delight to see you in my inbox. Thanks so much for sending in a prompt! Song 16 is "Deja Vu" by Olivia Rodrigo. This was going to be angsty but then I got a really funny idea and I had to run with it. Enjoy!
Draco strode confidently down the hall, already smirking. He couldn't wait to walk into his and Harry's office, witty repartee on his tongue. He'd spent his time whilst sick thinking of ways to build on their foundation as auror partners to take their flirty-insult banter to the next level. They'd been dancing around each other for months, and the silver lining of Draco's time off had been the satisfaction that Harry would learn what life would be like without him for a few days.
Draco knew the tension would be thick after building up for so long. Perhaps it would culminate in some desperate snogging session after a near-death experience as Harry pushed him against the wall and grasped at his robes and—
"I already told you, it's not my fault!" Draco heard Harry nearly growl from outside their office door. Draco peered through the small crack in the doorway as Harry slammed down a stack of files onto the desk. "The suspect got away before either of us could apprehend him!"
Draco stared as Devin, another auror, sneered and jerked back his head to get a fallen lock of blond hair out of his eyes. "You're the one who insisted on charging into the room without a plan. He Apparated away at the first sight of the bloody Saviour."
"Oh, I suppose you think you'd have done better, do you?" Harry narrowed his eyes.
Devin let out a derisive laugh. "I know I would've, Potter."
"Gods, I've never met a more arrogant, entitled prick in my life!"
Something icy formed knots in Draco's stomach, and he felt the breath leave his chest in a whoosh.
He stood there, trying to consider his next move. Should he take another sick day? Should he request a new partner? Should he run away to some distant island and never return? Maybe there was some abandoned Malfoy-owned property he could take for himself and—
Just then, the door opened, nearly hitting him in the face. Harry stood in the threshold, his expression shifting from confusion to relief.
"Draco, thank Merlin you're back, I—"
Draco glared at him. "Oh, so you missed me, did you?"
Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"Because it seems you had plenty of fun in my absence. Should I leave you two alone? Request a different partner?"
"What are you on about?" Harry's voice raised incredulously. "Are you alright? Are you still sick?"
"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Any chance to replace me!"
Devin cleared his throat, smirking when they turned to look at him. "No, I'll leave you both to, er, getting reacquainted." He brushed past them, turning to look at Draco with a wink before he walked away, his cackle filling the hallway.
Draco valiantly fought back his embarrassed blush and glared at Harry again as he pushed them both into the office and slammed the door. Harry's expression had shifted to confused frustration. "Draco what the hell?"
"I could ask you the same!" Draco threw his hands in the air.
"Why are you so upset? What did I do wrong?"
"I heard you bickering with him!"
"Yeah, he's a prick!"
"You said he was the most entitled prick you know! What, am I nothing to you?"
"W-what?"
"Am I not enough for you? Was I gone so long that you had to seek out a replacement for me? Because trust me, Potter, no one can replace me in your life," Draco felt thunderous. "No one."
Harry's jaw had dropped, his eyes wide. He sputtered for a moment and then let out a shocked chuckle. "Draco are you kidding me?"
"Do I appear to be joking, Potter?"
"Are you seriously calling me 'Potter'?"
"Good to know you still have listening comprehension skills, Potter, truly a relief," Draco drawled.
Harry laughed brightly. "Merlin I missed you."
Draco stuck his nose in the air. "Well, it seems to me that Devin was a great comfort in my absence. I hope you two are very happy together."
Harry rolled his eyes. "Draco, please. I don't like Devin at all. He's an arse. I like fighting with you much more."
Draco glared. "You're just saying that."
"No, I'm not." Harry came up close to Draco, lacing their fingers together. "You're my favorite person to argue with. You know why?"
"Why?"
Harry smirked and leaned in, his lips brushing Draco's ear, causing him to shudder.
"Because no one could replace you in my life, Draco. No one."
I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Check my pinned post to see what's been done and what's been claimed. Then, pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!
