#sad drarry

[dodgerkedavra]

Ferryman

“You’re going?” Pansy turns bruised-red eyes on him from the bedside, her grip white-knuckled on Draco’s hand.

Ron called it fish out of water breathing. It only looks like agony. Harry’s not reassured.

“He’s going,” Harry answers.

In other words—yes.

Always.

Everything Draco has ever let go of has claw marks on it. His life is no exception.

Harry waits in the still air by the archway for ninety-three minutes—alone, alone—until a soft, pale light appears from nowhere, like magic.

Harry catches the wispy soul and carries it through the tattered curtain like an offering, cradled gently in his palms.

part two here

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 40: Ocean

"So this is it, then?" Harry asks from his place on the same.

"I don't know what you are on about, Potter." Draco replies back tersely, averting his eyes from the piercing gaze.

"You know perfectly well what I'm on about Malfoy." Harry spits out and Draco flinches at the use of his last name. Harry hasn't called him by his last name in almost five months. He still calls him Potter on occasion but mostly out of fondness. .

"I don't." He turns around, and tries to find a viable exit route, failed he looks back at Harry.

"Then let me spell it out for you. Since you are so hell-bent on being a oblivious prat." Harry says through gritted teeth.

"Oh but that's your job," Draco mutters although Harry hears him just fine by the flash of rage.

He ignores it in favour of saying, "You are leaving right after school ends. You are going to America, which might I remind you is an ocean away and not possible to cover via Apparation."

"That's about right although you forgot to mention that I'm going to pursue my further studies there." Draco snarks back, he really shouldn't because this is Harry but it is also Potter!

"Oh did I? Must be an overlook on my part. But that doesn't explain anything."

"Explain what?"

"Why you are leaving?" Harry looks directly into his eyes and dares him silently to even utter that he is leaving for studies. Draco, of course, raises to the bait. As if that's new.

"To become a healer, to study, in case it wasn't care."

"What a load of hippogriff shit! Tell me why you are escaping, Draco?" Draco closes his eyes because that's not true. He isn't escaping anywhere. He is just going for further studies. It would be great there.

"I'm not escaping. The study courses are phenomenal there," Draco lies through his teeth. London has far better education and research scopes for Healers. He knows this, even Harry knows this, hell anyone who has a proper brain knows this.

"The truth, Draco. I want the truth, not this bullshit." Harry says patiently, although his frustration is leaking onto his face.

"Because I can, Potter." Draco drawls- he takes the way he knows best, be a prat and be over with it. Who cares if it shatters your heart and your whole being?

"What did you think, huh? That I'll say here and what? Be your perfect little boyfriend and we'll live together and then maybe someday marry each other and what everyone will be happy in the end?" Draco taunts, nevermind that that is exactly what he had been thinking before he stopped himself because he can't fall in love with Harry James Potter.

"You're doing that thing again, where you push people away rather than talk things out." Harry says with closed eyes, it's clear that he is trying to control his own anger. "Tell me, Draco. Did you even think about informing me? Or were you going to tell me about it after you had reached America? And what then? Break up with me because oh long distance is too much?" Harry's voice is perfectly calm but the tremor is noticeable to Draco.

"I...yes," he says at last and regrets immediately because Harry is upon him in an instant, crowding him against the wall.

"And did you think you would be able to skive off without so much as a goodbye? I tracked down horcruxes about which I had no idea, how had would it be for me to track you?" Harry whispers darkly against his lips and a shiver goes down Draco's spine.

"Harry...." He warns, against what? He doesn't know.

"What is it? We aren't done until you fucking talk your feelings with me." Harry's eyes flash dangerously. "I'm not giving up the best thing that's ever happened to my life because that person is too fucking coward to confess." He spits out before he taking a step back.

"Wha...." Did Harry actually say or was that an illusion? Definitely illusion.

"Fine, I will spell it out. I love you, Draco Malfoy. I'm fucking in love with you. I'm so stupidly in love with you that I'm still fucking standing here and not off to break something to take out my anger. I am so much gone in love that I'm going to freeze hell if that's what it takes to make this work." He confesses and fuck, Draco's gone. He doesn't think he is breathing. And suddenly Harry's there, asking him to take deep breaths and holding him as he slowly comes back.

"Why aren't you kissing me?" Draco asks as he regains composure.

"Why should I?" Harry challenges back.

"Because you love me and I love you and-" Harry lunges forward and kisses him.

It's unlike any other kisses they have had before, the missing element which he didn't even know was missing is there now. As his tongue plays with Harry's, he feels the love and happiness he had been missing out on. They are both mostly smiling and it's messy and it's well everything.

And he would be mad to leave this behind for some soddy American university. Mungo's have great programs and he would be enrolling here and be with Harry. That's all done and decided, he thinks as he continues to kiss his boyfriend.

Day 39: Stamp || Day 41: Broom

[steampunkserpent27]

Trapped

- content warning- Extreme angst. Sadness. Starved Draco. Unpleasantness. Azkaban.  (I might do a prequel to this and a follow up of what happens after ) The cobblestone flooring echoed dimly as Harry rushed passed occupied cells. Wizards shouted at him as he passed. Some mockingly, some pleading for help. They all knew their sentence, even if their trial hadn’t come yet.  The air was cold and damp causing a shiver to run up his spine. He hated coming to this place it always dragged every bad feeling he’d ever felt to the surface. Waves constantly crashed against the building, sending sea foam to spray in through the barred windows. The porous stone soaked in the water leaving the floor wet for days.  Whenever a dementor would stray too close the stone would turn icy and the moist air would turn to chilled frost. It was nearly painful to breath in.  He just hoped they would keep their distance today he didn’t need a forced replay of his worst experiences. He had enough to be worried about already.  The cell he’d been searching for came into view and he hurried towards it, skidding to a halt as he peered inside.  His breath caught in his throat as he saw the trembling form hiding in the corner. His slender arms were wrapped around his chest, trying to fight off the chill of the air. The dingy prison garbs he’d been given hung off of his gaunt frame, revealing how skinny he really was. His collarbone stuck out sharply and his skin had an unhealthy pallor to it. He was staring at the floor, his face covered in shadow. His blonde hair hung down and concealed his frightened eyes.  Harry nearly fell to his knees and grasped the cell bars to support himself. They were so cold it burned.  He gasped out,” Draco.”  The shivering body flinched at the sound of a voice and glanced up at him, terror in his eyes. His face was sunken in, revealing sharp cheekbones and dark rings under his glossy eyes. His eyes widened further, shock registering in them,” Harry?”  His voice was barely more than a croak and it sounded as if speaking was extremely painful. He stumbled forwards, shoving himself to his feet. Staggering side to side he fought his way towards the cell door. His legs didn’t stop trembling until he sunk to his knees next to Harry.  Harry instantly reached through the bars and grabbed his hand. It was damp and frigid like ice. He squeezed his shaking hand and stroked the outline of his bones. Doing anything he could to try and warm him up he clasped both of his hands around Draco’s but nothing seemed to work.  “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Harry whispered,” They wouldn’t let me see you until now. I’m so.. so sorry.”  Draco blinked and squeezed Harry’s wrist with his free hand,” W-what’re you doing.. here. You.. you have to be in enough trouble... already.”  “I don’t care about that, Draco! I needed to see you. I don’t ... I don’t care what they think.”  Harry knew he’d been let off extremely easily. If he’d been anyone else he’d have been thrown into Azkaban for life or worse. People had been Kissed for much less. The ministry wasn’t wasting space for Death Eaters or Death Eater sympathizers anymore. They’d escaped too many times. They’d made a fool of the ministry. And the ministry was going to make sure they were taken care of.  Right after the war it was announced that anyone wearing the Dark Mark would be taken into custody and given the Kiss. They’d hunted down anyone rumored to have been working for Voldemort. Soon having the Dark Mark wasn’t a necessary requirement. It only sealed you to a fate worse than death.  “Harry..” Draco took a shuddering breath,” What.. what did they decide... to do with you.”  Harry shook his head,” It doesn’t matter, Draco. We need to focus on you right now.”  “Harry.. please.” He insisted.  “They just took my Auror license, okay? I’m fine. Please, don’t worry about me.” Harry paused and tried to get Draco to look at him,” They... They’ve moved your trial to tomorrow, Draco.”  “Oh..” He nodded stiffly and stared into the distance, his lip trembling slightly,” okay.”  “I’ll talk to them. I’ll make them reconsider. You .. you helped me. They can’t... I won’t let them. Okay?”  “How..?”  Harry swallowed stiffly and shook his head,” I don’t know. I..I’ll find a way. I promise.” 

[mrs-whoever]

nobody deserves your tears, but whoever deserves them will not make you cry.

wonderful arts by @alek-r

deep sad playlist

◾Touch - Mattia Cupelli

◾Fly - Mattia Cupelli

◾Stuff we did - Michael Giacchino

◾Indian - Sleeping at last

◾one day - Tate Mcrae

◾Cornfield Chase - Hanz Zimmer

[roseadlerbishop]

This may be the saddest drarry related thing I have encountered recently, which is fitting considering this has been a pretty sad week. Hope you all had a really great week and a wonderful weekend and I will be posting something more upbeat later, I promise. 

[hufflepunkwannabe]

RAINY NIGHTS (Drarry)

this scene was going to be in a story i’m writing on wattpad, but i scraped it because it took to much from the plot but i realized that it kinda of worked with drarry, if I made a few changes. some info, Harry is talking to an oc named Nate, and Ginny lives with Harry and Draco. Enjoy.

Rain started to fall as Nate lit a cigarette. The smoked rose and vanished into the sky.  “I hate rain” He told me between drags. “I don’t have very strong feelings about rain; Draco loves it though. Says it reminds him of when we were in London the first time.” I responded. “That’s sweet. Rain used to help me fall asleep, so I suppose I only hate while I’m in it.” He told me. “Enjoy being able to sleep. Being an auror will ruin any chances of that. You see too much.” I figured I should impart some wisdom on this young guy. “Draco likes to watch the rain some times. It helps clear his mind. It could be three in the morning, but he’ll sit up and look out the window and watch the rain fall.” I tell him.  “My little sister used to do that. One time she told me it cleared out the bad thoughts. It’s a shame it rained so little where we lived. Poor thing had a lot of bad thoughts. It was raining the day we found her. Like she was trying to clear her body away.” Nate said, looking far away. “I’m sorry, Nate. I didn’t know.” I said. “Um, it’s okay, Don’t worry about it.” We sat in silence before something inside me snapped and tear fell down my cheeks. “What’s wrong, oh my god, are you okay?” Nate asked. The tears continued to fall. “Once while I was gone for a while, he was awake for two days watching the rain. Ginny told me latter that he wouldn’t eat but kept a bottle of vodka next to him at all times. He didn’t leave our room. He just sat there, starring and drinking and crying. She came in to check up on him and...” my voiced wavered “And he told her he was so afraid of me not coming home. And he told her to take the knife from his bedside table and get rid of it. His hips were covered. He was so scared. I hurt him every time I leave. But I keep on leaving. I tell myself that I’m saving people’s lives but I am ruining the life of the most important person in my life.” My cheeks were soaked and my throat burned. I took a deep breath and wiped my tears. “Sorry for dumping that all on you.” “Well you’ve gotta dump it on someone. Come on we’ll be late for our meeting.”

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 32: Tender

Boy, y'all not ready for this one *evil cackle*

If anyone was ever asked, how would you describe Draco Malfoy? There would be so so many answers: rude, obnoxious, posh, git, pointy, and numerous more. What they would never is: tender.

There was nothing tender about Draco Malfoy, everyone knew that, everyone confirmed that, everyone who wasn't one Harry Potter.

Harry had seen the tender side of Draco Malfoy, in one of those stolen moments when he thought no one was looking. Harry was always looking.

How he had silently healed a small wound of a Muggle child in the park because they were sobbing profusely. Harry had pretended not to notice, preoccupied with the icecream he was purchasing for the two of them while Draco stood little afar because Muggles might not be inferior but that doesn't mean he wanted to interact with them.

Another time, they had been walking side by side on the pavement and there had been a old woman sitting a bit far away, Draco had inconspicuously taken out some notes and had stopped exactly infront of the woman to tie his shoes, Harry had pretended to be bothered while he looked ahead. When he looked back, the woman was smiling at them with a bundle of muggle notes in her hands.

Once, Harry found him smiling at some kids, playing with a ball- one with the Malfoy crest perfectly clear on it, when Harry had brought his presence to Draco's attention the smile was gone but so was Harry's heart.

If he looked back, it were exactly these tender and precious moments of selflessness that made Harry fall in love with Draco Malfoy.

Fate didn't like it one bit, when has fate ever liked Harry's happiness?

Because when Harry finally confessed his feelings, Draco had laughed. It was so cruel and full of viciousness, something he hadn't witnessed since they were in school.

Potter, you must be out of your mind, he had said between laughs. Yeah, Harry was. He was out of his mind in love.

I'm serious, Harry had been adamant that Draco understood this.

Draco had stopped laughing then, looked at him for a long time, then finally said, Don't be, Harry. Save yourself for someone who deserves it.

That was the first time, Harry had seen Draco Malfoy being tender towards someone who actually knew him. The first and the last time.

He had tilted his head slightly and raised his slowly to his cheek but stopping just before they touched.

He had looked at Harry then his hand, given a slight shake of head and a tight smile before he took his hand away.

Have a good life, Harry. Don't approach me ever again. Have a good life, love someone who could actually love you back. Be happy, Harry, and I would think of it as your gift to me, he had said at last before standing up and slowly disappearing into the sunset.

Harty had sat there, in their place in the Forbidden Forest for a long long time. Shredding tears endlessly, unless he had none left and the sun had begun to rise again. He had avoided everything else then. Everyone chalked it up to Voldemort or some other thing. He couldn't care any longer.

Then the war had happened and Draco Malfoy had saved his life and Harry had done the same. They hadn't exchanged any words then but their eyes had produced a million of letters.

He had married Ginny afterwards because that's what everyone wanted. So he did, but he invited Draco to the wedding because Harry knew Draco wanted him to.

He had come that day, earlier than most, congratulated Harry and had asked him if was happy. At Harry's nod, he had thanked Harry for his gift and left the venue altogether after that.

Harry never found Draco Malfoy again, not even a glimpse. Not for as long as he lived.

Thus, he couldn't ever prove that Draco Malfoy was actually the epitome of tender and selflessness where it actually mattered.

Some love stories didn't even have a beginning to begin with....

Day 31: Unashamed || Day 33: Death

[slytherinnbitch]

Day 17: Love Languages

Harry never had had gifts growing up. And Draco couldn't get anymore gifts.

Draco never had much affection growing up. But Harry was so touched starved that when he met the Weasleys he couldn't get enough hugs.

When Draco and Harry started going out, the first few weeks were the toughest. Harry was always hesitant and refused to take anything when Draco gifted him all kinds of stuff: from small trinkets he saw while on seminars to expensive presents because he just felt like.

Draco shyed away whenever Harry tried to hug him or flinched, ever since they became friends.

Harry tried but failed to show his love because Draco was just so scared of anyone touching him.

Draco stopped buying presents for Harry eventually became Harry was always so very distant and uncomfortable after he refused yet another gift.

When they started dating after three years of dancing around each other, it was an absolute chaos, their lives. Their relationship started to wilt before it had even bloomed properly.

Draco slowly started to trust Harry. Harry was patient enough for Draco. Always for Draco. It started with holding hands, then maybe the full arm if Draco was feeling very very affectionate.

Harry started to take the presents with grace, given they all were small things like a box of chocolates or maybe another mug to add to his collection. He even accepted a set of snitches. He started to feel that maybe he didn't not deserve them. Maybe it was alright for someone to spend money on him.

Harry cried when Draco first let Harry hug him. Harry had had a long day at work and he was so stressed about the mission, that he almost didn't notice that Draco was in a depressing mood as well. Draco had taken one look at Harry and to his surprise, hugged him so tightly that Harry almost couldn't breathe for the first minute. He hadn't met go for five minutes straight.

When Draco bought Harry a new broom because Harry had been planning to buy it himself, Harry understood. Draco didn't have to, he wanted to. Harry could have bought it himself but the thing wasn't about spending money but about wanting to gift the other, not because Draco simply could-just like Harry, but because Draco liked to.

As years went by, and slowly but steadily they tentatively progressed. And when Draco popped the question with the most expensive-looking ring Harry had ever seen, after seven years of dating, Harry couldn't but say yes.

Day 16: I love You || Day 18: Battle Axe

This was so bad, I'm sorry. But I missed two days and didn't want to miss anymore. Just bear with me for awhile please.