#pre drarry

[renncandraw]

The boys as babies- Harry is minding his business, Draco is considering the best way to irritate him

[crimsonlovebartylus]

Think about Bartylus raising Draco, and first year Draco coming to bitch about that potter kid during winter break, and Barty and Regulus giving each other a knowing look because in first year they didn't really like each other.

[drarryruinedme7]

Last year I slithered into people’s tumblr ask boxes to wish them merry christmas with mini drarry stories. This year, unfortunately, I don’t have the physical nor mental strength to do it again, so I hope this small nonsense will reach you and warm a bit your day. I love you and I’m glad to share this fandom with you all. ❤️

25th December 1998

Draco hadn’t even realised it was Christmas. Days repeated themselves dully in Azkaban. 

A guard had rumbled through the grates of his cell, however, that evening. Or was it morning? Draco stared at the stone ceiling- there wasn’t a single window. 

“You have a visitor, you piece of scum. Merry Christmas!” 

Slowly, Draco brought his eyes at the guard’s level- he had bared his teeth, lips scrunched in a disgusted sneer. 

“Get up, Death Eater, it’s not-”

“I think it’s enough.” A firm voice came from behind the guard and a hand appeared on his shoulder. 

Draco straightened up, then. Who the hell was visiting him on Christmas day, anyway?! 

“You can leave, now.” 

The guard turned to the man behind him. “But, Mr Potter, he’s a dangerous Death Eater-”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just leave us alone, I’m not afraid of him.” Potter looked inside Draco’s cell, he seemed to be scrutinising it. His gaze never touched Draco until the guard grunted, spelled Draco’s door open and left with a gritted, “I’ll come back in 15 minutes.”

Potter stepped into Draco’s cell, waving a dismissive hand to the guard. He finally looked at Draco, standing rigidly at the centre of the small four-walls, looking impossibly out of place with his impeccable Auror robes and his fresh cologne.

It made Draco gag. He hadn’t smelled anything different from rot and urine for the past months. 

“Er,” Potter said, swallowing thickly. “How are you?”

Draco stared at him. He hadn’t had a single visit since he’d been sentenced in Azkaban, he didn’t remember how to talk, hell, he didn’t even remember the sound of his own voice. 

“What-” Draco tried, wincing at the way his voice cracked and his throat scratched painfully. He burst in a fit of coughing until Potter whispered something and Draco’s lungs and throat felt clean and light. He didn’t wast any second, “What kind of question is that?” 

His voice was still rough and just wrong, but Draco didn’t care. He didn’t care Potter was here to assist at Draco’s humiliation even at Christmas, he didn’t care his scent felt like heaven had jus stepped into his personal space. 

“Right,” Potter said, biting on his bottom lip. He cleared his throat, shuffled with his feet. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t...” He trailed off, scratching at his nape. “I really didn’t want for you to end up here, fuck’s sake, Malfoy, this cell is...”

“Beautiful? Big, grand and elegant, everyone’s dream come true?” Okay, but Draco had missed talking with someone. With horror, he realised his eyes started to fill up with tears. 

Potter’s breath hitched. “This sucks, okay, I testified for you, I... I didn’t do enough. I’m trying. I came to tell you that I’m trying to convince them to release you, to shorten your sentence, I... I’m trying.” By the time he finished talking, his breath was laboured, his fists clenched at his sides. 

“I...” Draco was stunned into silence. He shook his head. “Why?” 

Potter shrugged. “You’re an imbecile, Malfoy, but this system is rotten and I... I just... it’s Christmas,” he finished suddenly, taking a step towards Draco. “No one should... no one should spend it locked-up alone.”

The guard appeared at Draco’s grates. “Time’s up!” 

Potter had his back to him. He quickly fished something out of his robes and tossed it to Draco. He whispered, frantic, “I’m taking you out, okay? I’m... just...”

“Mr Potter!” The guard shouted, making Potter flinch. 

Draco watched him nodding one last time, turning and slowly walking out of his cell. 

He didn’t dare move a single muscle until the guard had disappeared again. When he was sure no one was looking at him, Draco stood and picked... a coin? up from the ground.

Within seconds, it heated up and words formed on it. “Merry Christmas, Malfoy.” 

[ununquadius]

*at the 8th Year dorms*

Draco: Potter, you arsehole! You cursed my new flowers! They're dying!

Harry: What? Why would I do that?

Draco: You didn't like them from the start!

Harry: I don't care about your stupid flowers, Malfoy

Draco: Nevermind. They're alright now. They just needed some water

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Jaded

"Open up, Potter."

"Draco, what're you doing here?"

"Granger sent me. She's worried you're one step away from adopting four cats or becoming a hermit."

Harry huffs and walks away.

"And I was worried about you too," Draco says softly.

Harry sighs then blurts out, "I- I thought Joshua was the one, but he was just like the others."

"Joshua was a prick. You deserve better. Now come on, this jaded look doesn't suit you." Draco smiles tenderly, putting a hand around his shoulders. "I've got ice cream!"

"Choco almonds?"

"Of course, it's your favourite after all!"

July Prompt #1 - @drarrymicrofic | Lyrics Prompt: “my girl has four cats and a Sonos speaker system” from Goldroom’s song “Guess I’m Jaded”.

[rhymeswithcabbage]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter 

Words: 4421

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary: "Everyone's lumos is unique, Harry. Have you not noticed?"

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood

Additional Tags: lumos, not really drarry, as in there's no actual drarry action, it's sort of like a prelude, to what might happen, but linny and romione are established af, Enemies to Friends, Kinda, awesome Luna, Fluff, New Beginnings, Light Angst, Pre-Relationship, Hogwarts Eighth Year

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Two mornings after the full moon, Draco woke dry-mouthed and aching all over. His head was pounding, and a dazzling shaft of light fell into the room through the slit of his curtains and across his pillow. Draco groaned and raised his blankets over his head, but the tapping sound that had woken him resumed. 

“I’m coming in,” called Mother from the other side of the door. And she did. 

“I’m sleeping,” Draco told his pillow, then fell into a coughing fit. His throat was as dry as his mouth. It was a side-effect of the wolf’s bane potion. 

“Aguamenti,” muttered Mother, filling the glass that sat on Draco’s bedside table. “Drink it.” 

“I know what to do with a glass of water,” Draco sat up and shielded his eyes with the crook of his elbow. 

“You need to get up and eat and take your headache potion. You won’t feel better until you do.” 

Draco sighed through his nose and drained the water in one draught, “You don’t need to t-’

“Come downstairs,” Mother collected the glass and waved her wand to open the curtains wider, filling the room with sunshine. “You have a guest.” And she turned and walked out of the room. 

“I. What?!” Draco called after her, but she didn’t look round or answer. 

Draco dressed slowly, his arms and legs sore both from the transformation and from the scores of miles he’d run in circuits around the manor grounds and then in the woods around them, when he’d been unable to resist them. He poured a little hair potion into one cupped palm, but after quickly checking his hair with his clean hand and finding it full of leaves and cobwebs, he hastily flicked the hair potion away. He’d have to deal with that particular mess later. 

The smell of bacon and eggs grew stronger as Draco descended the stairs, and his stomach flipped over in either anticipation or nausea; he wasn’t sure which. Draco paused at the door to the kitchen. There was a familiar voice leaking under it. 

“It’s all right; I’m really not hungry. I had breakfast before I came. Thank you so much for offering.” 

“Something to drink then, sir!” insisted Pipsy in her high voice. “Tea or coffee? Or pumpkin juice?” 

“Well then coffee would be lovely, thanks.” 

“I’ll have the same,” said Draco, pushing open the door to find Harry Potter sat at his kitchen table. 

Potter jumped up and reached into his robes at once, and Draco stepped back involuntarily, his heart pounding already. 

“This is yours,” said Potter, holding out a wand. Draco’s wand. “I-”

“Stole it from me a year and a half ago. It seems I remember,” Draco made no move to reclaim his wand. “And today you happened to see fit to return it?” 

“I’ve been meaning to a long time,” Potter said, guilt passing over his features. He ruffled his hair nervously and sort of waggled Draco’s wand at him. He’d cut his hair quite short, except for the top, which was untidily luxuriant curls as ever. “Sorry, I just. Well. You know.”  

Draco shrugged past him and sat down at the table. 

Pipsy immediately put a tall glass of pumpkin juice and a plate overflowing with bacon and eggs and and mushrooms and onions and toast in front of him. 

“I wanted coffee,” Draco protested. 

“Oh no,” Pipsy shook her head sternly. “You know your mummy will not let you miss breakfast after a full moon. I would be dismissed! Be good to Pipsy and eat your breakfast, now. You are looking very pale this morning!” 

Draco’s stomach growled loudly, and he decided it would be more embarrassing to resist. He tucked in. 

Potter resumed his seat at the table and openly watched Draco eat his breakfast. Draco pretended not to notice. Pipsy brought over Potter’s cup of coffee and a mug of headache potion for Draco, then went to do the breakfast dishes. 

Potter sipped his coffee and nudged Draco’s wand toward him again, “Don’t you want it?” 

“I’m eating,” said Draco with dignity. “It’s not going to Vanish if you put it on the table and let me have my breakfast in peace, Potter.” 

Potter shrugged, “Fine.” He rolled Draco’s wand across the table to him, and it bounced off his plate and sat between them. “Are you ill, Malfoy?” Potter asked suddenly.

Draco willed himself not to flush, “Why? Have you become a Healer since I last saw you?”

Potter himself was looking very well. He’d put on weight since their last meeting when he was gaunt and shaggy with faded, ragged clothing. His face had filled out, and he was neatly dressed and groomed and had evidently finally started plucking his eyebrows. 

Potter licked his lips nervously, “What was that she said about the full moon?” 

Draco jumped up, upsetting his chair. “Are you completely incapable of minding your own business for ten minutes at a time?!” he snarled.

Potter stood too, “I should go.” 

“Fabulous idea, Potter. Get out of my house and don’t let the door hit you on your way out.”

“Well. Bye,” said Harry with a little shrug. And he turned on the spot and vanished with a quiet pop. 

Draco became aware of a soft dripping sound. He’d tipped over his mug of headache potion and it was dripping down the table onto his slippers. He reached for his wand with a sigh and siphoned the mess back into his mug. In any case, it was good to have his wand back. 

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Part Two here

ETA I wrote a whole fic about this! You can find it here. The first two scenes have already appeared on tumblr, but there’s like another 25k that’s brand spanking new!

[awesomedig]

Quarantine Creations Apr 8-?

HAIKU - and I’m back. Took a break from watching #theuntamed today - had a conf. call w/ some friends and that was special and funnish ;) Here’s some more Draco Malfoy poetry for you. I reckon Harry didn’t feel the same way about summer as Draco does...

Summer was special. Freedom. I loved being home. Didn't feel like jail.