#ticklish!draco

[ticklishraspberries]

Shameless (Draco/Luna)

Summary: Luna is never embarrassed, which means Draco has to be the one blushing. Neither of them really mind. (Based on a prompt by @itslittlegiggle that I’ve been hoarding in my inbox for god knows how long! Hope y’all enjoy it!)

It had been quite a surprise for Draco Malfoy to realize that he was pining after Luna Lovegood, a Ravenclaw girl in the year below him, and probably the most teased girl in Hogwarts since Moaning Myrtle had been alive. He felt himself drawn to her individualism, her quirkiness, and how she acted like none of the bullies made the slightest dent in her armor. Not only did she hold her head up with pride when people made jokes about her clothes, her jewelry, her beliefs, or her relationship, but she refused to change a thing about herself to make it stop

Of course, he would come to learn that the bullying did get under her skin, when he found her wandering the halls, searching for her shoes that had been stolen once again. As a Prefect, he should have given her detention. But he was going soft for her, it seemed, as he instead took it upon himself to help her look, and after they found the pair of pink shoes hanging from a suit of armor’s hand, she had given him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

And, well, it had sort of spiraled from there, until eventually, the halls of Hogwarts were filled with whispered gossip about how Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood were apparently going out. Most people said that Draco could do better - he scoffed at that, as if those people knew what he wanted. Others questioned if Luna had snuck him a love potion or put him under some sort of spell. He may or may not have hexed a fourth year for implying it. And despite all the rumors, Luna had no issue coming up to him in the halls and wrapping her arms around his neck, ignoring the eyes on them.

If there was one thing about Luna that still managed to surprise him, it was her shamelessness. It was as if embarrassment was simply not an emotion she was capable of. She lacked a filter, and would often say strange and taboo things. The thing that had really proven this was when Blaise had teasingly asked if they were headed off to shag, and Luna had replied: “No, but we will probably be kissing. We haven’t actually had sex yet.” and Draco had gone bright red and pulled her away while his friends laughed. She hadn’t meant to embarrass him, she just simply saw nothing wrong with announcing that.

He had spent so much of his life caring what other people thought of him, it was refreshing to be someone who couldn’t give a damn. While he tried to sit up straight and look put-together, Luna had no problem sitting cross-legged and slouched over, as comfort was her priority. And when he felt something was too silly, too un-Draco-like to do, she would gently push him out of his comfort zone and urge him to have fun.

He realized that he was actually a quite good artist when he allowed himself to doodle, and that he loved cuddling more than he ever thought he would. Perhaps Luna’s favorite discovery so far was the fact that Draco Malfoy was apparently incredibly ticklish, and it flustered him to no end.

“I don’t see why you get so shy,” she mused, her fingers trailing lightly over his neck. “Everyone is ticklish. You just happen to be more sensitive than most people.”

Shrugging his shoulders up, Draco tried to hold back his giggling to no avail. “It’s childish!” he replied, and he could feel the blush rising in his face.

Luna giggled too, and ran her fingers down his spine before moving outward to tickle his sides. “It’s not something you grow out of. And besides, I find it quite cute.”

Draco squirmed, laughing in a way that only Luna seemed to draw out of him, whether it be with this playful torment or her amusing antics. “I am not cute!” he said, trying to sound intimidating and failing miserably.

“Agree to disagree,” she replied, smiling fondly. “Besides, do you think I should be embarrassed for being ticklish?”

He shook his head, not trusting his mouth to form words as she toyed with his lower ribs.

“So then why should you be? I think you’re just being too hard on yourself. You’re allowed to have fun, and I know that you’re having fun, because you never push me away.”

Merlin, this girl was going to be the death of him. His blush had spread down his neck and up to the tips of his ears, and he buried his face in her shoulder as he laughed, hands grasping at her robes. “Please stop talking,” he said, not meaning it at all.

She laughed, a light and airy sound that still pulled on his heartstrings. “You don’t mean that. You love it when I talk. Even when I’m flustering you.”

When her hands went under his arms, his laughter reached a new octave, and he felt her giggling along with him. She was right, that it was normal to be ticklish, and she was also right that he didn’t mind when she tickled him. Maybe it was silly to be embarrassed about it, but he didn’t care. She had enough shamelessness for the both of them, after all.

When her fingers stilled, she snuggled into him and kissed one of his flushed cheeks with more tenderness than he felt he deserved.

Luna was full of surprises, and Draco loved to experience each one, even if it left him blushing like mad. 

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Part 1

Part 2

Harry and the Tickling Charm

Drarry fic

The next morning, Harry and Draco refused to look at each other, much less speak. Hermione almost immediately noticed the lack of snarky comments, and asked Harry tactfully about it. "Oh, that twit hasn't said anything? I hadn't noticed. The quiet is lovely." Harry said, his voice squeaking ever so slightly. Draco was also questioned, to which he of course proptly replied shut up. 

He saw Harry in the Halls several times before Charms class, and he averted his eyes every time. He couldn't ignore the feeling which bubbled up inside him every time he saw Harry, so he decided to deny it instead. When they got to Charms, Hermione and Ron saw the lines forming and followed suit, but both were quite surprised to see the enemies facing each other. Ron noticed it much later than 'Mione of course, being so much less observant.

Harry and Draco faced each other, but both looked in other directions, the taller at the wall, the shorter at the floor. "Take your wands out, line B. You will be practicing today," said Flitwick, who after clearing his throat, added, "Hopefully there won't be any more incidents today."

Draco blushed, something he would later adamantly deny, and Harry simply let out an awkward chuckle. This got the other two members of the golden trio even more confused, what were they both so embarrassed about? Hermione filed it away to discuss later, and Ron soon forgot about it. Harry was twirling his wand in his hand, and Draco was fixing and refixing his hair.

"You may now cast Rictusempra." Wands swished down the line, and a murmured rictusempra fell. Draco, trying desperately to keep his composure as the sensation hit his neck, only succeeded in making himself snort before pouring giggles out like a fountain. And like a fountain it was, for it was bubbly, joyful even, and the first time most people had seen the stoic boy genuinely laugh.

Harry felt the same flutter in his chest that he had read about in so many books. (All that time in a closet led to a lot of reading.) He felt himself wanting to smile along with the other. Who wouldn't, looking at the pretty face scrunched up in giggles, shoulders high, trying desperately to remove the ticklish sensation from his neck.

Harry got a sudden curiosity, and let his wand travel down, to where Draco's hips met his stomach, which, to Harry's delight, made Draco's laughter pour from his mouth, forcing him to slowly fall to his knees, clutching around himself, as the ticklish sensation slowly drove him mad. Draco, unlike Harry, was far too proud to plead even as his lungs were failing him, but as he fell to the ground in ticklish agony Harry realized he should let up.

He let the spell travel back into his wand, and he stepped across the aisle, blissfully unaware of the silent glances exchanged all around, and he helped the blonde to his feet, not being able to resist "accidentally" fluttering his fingers against the taller boy's ribs, not being shocked when Draco bent over once more, and gently swatted his hand away as he murmured a quiet "Stohoopp!" that made Harry's heart melt.

He then left the boy alone as his own blush crept up to his ears, and the other was red from laughter, stark against his pale face. This didn't, however, prevent them from stealing glances at each other as they were placing their things away. Harry certainly had some explaining to do, Hermione thought as she lifted her own books and headed down the hall. She tactfully waited, though, so as to save face for Harry.

Later that afternoon, however, out on the grounds, she instantly attacked him with questions such as, "What in the bloody hell was that Harry?" and "What is going on between you two?" "Why did you seem so happy?" among others. He couldn't answer any of them, and shyly shook his head, before going to his room to think. Harry could never see Draco the same way again. Draco, meanwhile, was having similar thoughts in his own dorm room.

@veryblushyswitch Here's pt 2, it was kinda rushed but here ya go! Hope ya like it.

[astraltickles]

Hot take: Pansy tells Harry all of Draco’s tickle spots after they finally start dating & Draco just sits in the corner red faced and huffs when Harry smirks over at him.

[drarrymylove]

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@albus-severus also asked “8 for the drarry prompts? :)”

“You can stop lying to me if you want,” Harry whispered against Draco’s neck.

Draco shrugged his shoulder, forcing space between his neck and Harry’s face.  “I’m not lying.  I’m not ticklish.” 

“Then why won’t you sit still and let me love on you?”

“You were just talking against my neck.  It’s uncomfortable,” Draco said, crossing his arms.

“Come on, just tell my where your ticklish spots are, and I won’t have to go searching for them.”  Harry pulled Draco back into his arms and started dragging his fingertips down Draco’s neck.  Harry noticed the slightest shudder.

Draco scoffed.  “You won’t find anything.”

“Wanna bet?” Harry asked.

“That’s ridiculous.  What would that prove?  You would just—” Draco’s words were interrupted by a sharp intake of breath when Harry ran his fingers down Draco’s side.

“I would ‘just’ what?”

Draco pushed Harry, not gaining any distance between them.  “Piss off.”

Harry laughed and stopped.  

Draco allowed Harry to pull him back into bed.  He didn’t mind when Harry pressed kisses long his collarbone.  He didn’t stop Harry when he started tracing his fingers down Draco’s chest.  Draco sighed when Harry kissed the sensitive skin at the bend of his hip…until he blew a raspberry against his inner thigh.

If Draco wasn’t so annoyed, he would be embarrassed at the sound he made.  “Fucking really, Potter?”

“I guess it’s a good thing you didn’t take that bet.”

[fanficsandfluff]

Could you do a drarry fic were Draco and Harry get into a tickle fight?💕 ~trash anon

So I was writing this and of course I accidentally deleted half of it, so I had to start over. Not as good as I originally pictured it, but I think it’s still okay :) Thank you for the request, anon! I don’t normally write for HP even though I’m in the fandom lol Also, trash anon sounds like such a degrading name! Lol no disrespect XD where’d you get it????

Implied Drarry and not explicitly gay until the end :) Enjoy!

A flick of a wand, the muttering of a spell, and the flinching reaction of the attackee were all it took to keep Draco Malfoy entertained.

“Potter, only you would stay indoors on a day without classes, you know.”

“And I intend to keep it like that.”

Draco huffed, “How are you completing homework on a day like today? With the extended weekend and everything.”

“I’m working on a Herbology paper if you must know. Hermione’s going home for the break and this is due before she gets back, so… here I am.”

Draco sneered and snickered, “The famous Harry Potter hasn’t completed a single assignment himself,” he flicked his wand and a wisp of magic ruffled through Harry’s already disheveled hair. 

Harry shook his head out but didn’t even look up at Draco to give him the satisfaction of knowing the Malfoy was successfully distracting him from his work. 

“I’ll go out in the snow with you if you stop working,” Draco attempted an endearing smile. 

“Nice try.”

The blonde haired boy tossed his head back with a groan. Then he watched Harry pour over his essay, scribbling away. He tapped the tip of his wand against his own nose in thought before a mischievous grin graced his thin, pale lips. 

With the slightest jerk of his wrist and the mumbling of a spell soft enough so Harry wouldn’t hear, the Chosen One was targeted. It was as if the spell had pulled Harry out of his plush armchair, said young man jumping in the air with a yelp and a brief laugh. Hands flew to his abdomen as parchment and ink spilled from his lap and onto the ornate Gryffindor rug. 

Draco’s grey eyes lit up as he sat up on the sofa excitedly, “Sohomething the matter, Potter?”

“Dr-Drahaco! You git!”

Draco said the spell aloud this time, “Rictusempra!” 

Harry doubled over once more and he laughed even more, falling to his knees on the floor, “St-Stohohohoppit! Drahahahahaco nohoho!” 

“Hmm, I agree. Needs a bit more physical action to really work, doesn’t it?” Draco smirked and he galavanted across the room and straddled Harry, the effects of the spell wearing off. 

The Boy Who Lived, however, was quick to react and he grabbed Draco’s wrists before they could do any damage. And in a sweeping motion, Harry pushed Draco to the base of the couch on the floor, sitting in front of the Slytherin.

“P-Potter!” 

“You’ve gotten ink all over my essay,” Harry’s green eyes flickered dangerously, “I hope you know what that means.”

Draco gulped nervously but his lips soon twitched into a quivering smile before giggles bubbled up in his throat. Harry was skittering his fingers up and down his ribs.

Draco did try pushing at Harry, being pinned between him and the couch, twisting to and fro. 

“Nohoho! Ack! Dohohohon’t!” 

“Don’t what, Draco?” Harry asked with a smile, tippling his fingers into Draco’s armpits. Draco let out a squeak and his laughter hitched up an octave. Liking the reaction, Harry pinned one of Draco’s arms into the sofa cushion as his fingers wiggled and dug into the now exposed underarm without hindrance. 

“STAHAHAHAP! AhahahaHAHA!”

“Don’t stop? Fantastic,” Harry smirked, “You know, I should make you rewrite my paper.”

“NOhohOHO EEHEEHEEHEHEHEAHAHA! H-HAHAhaharryyyyy!” Draco tossed his head back as he laughed. 

Malfoy slid onto his back on the floor from all his squirming and Harry followed him down, pausing his torture to let the red-faced blonde catch his breath.

“Whahat happened to resourcefulness and cunning, Mr. Slytherin?” Harry teased with a chuckle.

Draco looked up at Harry and he panted, “Youhu underestimate me, Potter,” and he leaned up and pressed his lips into Harry’s. 

Harry shut his eyes and kissed back, his lips semi-curved in a smile. Draco wrapped his arms around the other, a finger tracing his spine lovingly. That sent a pleasure shiver through Harry’s body and he hummed. 

“I suhuppose I did,” Harry split from the kiss to admit, smiling at Draco. 

“How about a break from the workload? I’ll clean up your parchment and everything. Promise.”

“How wise is it to take promises from the deceitful mouth of a Malfoy?”

And another round of tickles descended upon Harry Potter, unable to catch a break for anything. 

[astraltickles]

Literally anything to do with lee Draco oh boy

you have come to the right place

Draco is extremely, violently, comically ticklish & its the cutest + most hilarious shit ever

he barely ever allows anybody to get close enough to tickle him bc he as fucking repuTaTION TO UPHOLD

like imagine Draco Malfoy screeching and flopping around the slytherin common room bc pansy grabbed his side a little too firmly yikes he would never live that shit down

he’s so pale that his blush stands out like a sore thumb, which just makes him more flustered and therefore more violently red so there is literally no means of hiding his embarrassment 

he gets super defensive when accused of being sensitive™️

his hips are his absolute number one death spot and there’s v little chance that you’ll live past 20 seconds past attempting tickling him there

other than that he’s most ticklish on his sides/ribs & neck

when you use soft tickle techniques like lightly brushing your fingers over his belly he, and I cannot stress this enough, giggles & will lowkey not try and stop you bc he craves the playful attention 

*cough* harry *cough* 

he has the loudest, most obnoxious scream laugh & he thrashes around like a fish out of water when someone gets him good

he’s 100% a begger when tickled for over 10 seconds

sometimes when someone keeps up a happy medium of tickling not too light but also not intense enough to literally kill the boy he’ll just throw his head back and allow himself laugh it out. it’s,,a sight I would pay good money to see

[astraltickles]

Tickle headcannons | drarry edition

Because I’m living in 2014

Draco does hilarious body movements when tickled. You’d think he’s being electric shocked if you didn’t have context - it shatters his tough persona into a metric fuckton of tiny pieces

Harry has a crippling fear of hurting Draco so he just resorts to lying in the plank position, grunting, giggling and squirming when Draco insists on tickling him.

Draco is low key bad at tickling so harry often has to pretend that the tickling is working when it’s really not. But it’s worth it to see the triumphant smile on his boyfriends face.

On the contrary, harry is so good at tickling that it takes a millisecond to get Draco to squeak and thrash about. Harry is fully aware of this talent and is quite proud of himself when he gets Draco to collapse after just one pinch.

However, when Draco does manage to get harry good, the raven haired boy gets super embarrassed about his giggly laughter. Although when Draco goes for his feet, it quickly turns into a bellowing cackle ~

Draco is most ticklish on his ribs, hips and knees while harry is more sensitive to tummy/neck/feet tickles

Harry honest to god loves to tickle Draco. Mostly because he can tell that he likes it, no matter how red he gets when harry grabs at his hips in public.

Draco thinks he’s hot shit pretending that he hates being tickled by his boyfriend, he truly thinks he’s some kind of acting god but harry has known since their literal first date.

They’re way to In love to ever notice the odd stares they get when they have a tickle fight in public

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ooh do u have drarry headcanons based on the idea of draco being 10/10? tbh i hc him as so ticklish that prolonged tickling is actually unpleasant, but harry always does little jabs to the ribs or quick foot tickles to get him to make unhumanly embarrassing noises... and then draco gets merciless revenge which harry likes

i fully agree!! i think draco enjoys tickling in little doses, it makes him blushy but as long as it’s a more private interaction he finds it cute and fun, but he could never stand like an all out tickle session like i think harry probably could. he’s just too damn ticklish!! him and harry (or whoever you ship him with) would probably have some kind of safeword bc draco absolutely begs for it to stop even when he doesn’t want it to. as a ler though, he’s merciless, he just can’t take what he dishes out lol!!