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Just me and Drarry :)

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Draco was thrown into another dimension where he could fix his life.

He thought that being nice to Harry Potter could help him to have a saving ticket when the inevitable war in the future came.

But something felt off.

Draco stared at the messy black hair boy in front of him, brows furrowed in confusion.

“Are you really Harry Potter?”

Potter didn’t look back, still focused on his current task in hand. His expression was unseen.

“Hm? What is with that question?”

It was a stupid question, yet the unsettling feelings kept scratching him.

“I don’t think you’re Harry Potter.”

“Malfoy, if you just want to mess arou—“

“Potter doesn’t put his wand in his right pocket” Draco pressed, his mouth felt dried, “and he’s not left hand.”

Potter finally stopped and turned back. He blinked in response.

One, a gleam of surprise.

Two, a dawn of realization.

Three.

“Oh.”

Oh?

The word stole Draco’s breath and made goosebump grow on his skin. He cautiously inspected Potter, who walked over and stood in front of him. Draco had to fight the urge to step back.

Potter’s casual expression slowly shifted, his eyes morphed into something Draco couldn’t identify and his soft lips curved to a sly grin.

He held the wand in his left hand, glowing softly at the tip as their only source of light and carved Harry’s expression ominously in the dim room.

“I’m Harry Potter, what are you saying?”

Draco couldn’t move or even speak.

Oh screw it.

“Believe me”

“I’m Harry Potter.”

Me note: I got this idea while drawing the art from previous post. A change of lighting mood and now it turns into a dark!Harry fic idea :)

I did consider which one should I post but I prefer the previous post with a warm feeling more. So this post came after.

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Draco had a dream

That he was still with Harry.

Me note: I came back with a scene that had bittersweet ending after listening to this song :) oops

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Regulus thinks that James is the most annoying person in the world.

He looks too fit under those baggy clothes, too shine when he smiles at everything around him, too distracting when he wipes his sweat with his shirt after a soccer match,…

And? People love an annoying person like him.

The jokes, the franks, the loud voice and even his outburst energy, Regulus can’t understand.

So no. Regulus is not like them.

He knows something else.

When people think that James can have anyone and pull anyone in his life, James still came to this dating app and swiped right to Regulus.

.

Well. No, he didn’t know it’s Regulus.

But James and Regulus’s hideous account are kinda matched in someway.

And James is really into it, Regulus can tell.

So as an uninterested and unconcerned person and very annoyed at James’s existence, Regulus will entertain him a little and then delete him.

It’s just a game.

To push this sunshine to a game over.

So Regulus will just gonna take a look, just a little, at those images James uses in his dating profile, which are not posted anywhere.

It’s not part of the plan, but he can assure that it’s a normal job to—

“REGULUS! IM BACKKK!”, Sirius’s voice boomed from the front door in the living room next to him, sounds as maniac as ever after his crazy hangouts.

Regulus has to thank body didn’t jolt too hard and his soul would leave him and throw his phone at Sirius in panic.

Because this game DOES NOT INCLUDE his stupid brother, best friend of James, as a side character.

“THE F—!”

Title: “Swipe Right Is My Worst Decision (I Lied)”

Me note: So I gave this prompt a title after the previous post, which is in the same timeline but this happened after.

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James Potter?

That James Potter?

The guy who’s always too loud and has too much energy and people always love to hang around, James Potter?

…

Regulus gulped and swiped right.

Because why not? It’s not like James will swipe right for him too. And it’s stupid to worry over small things like this when he has many things in his—

Ting!

.

.

.

Oh.

Damn.

It.

Regulus threw his phone to the end of his bed, slapped his face on the pillow, only to crawl back and got his phone again 10 minutes later.

Me note: Too many edits on tiktok has driven me mad and I need to get this out.

Andddd my first fanart for James Potter and Jegulus so please be kind with me :(

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They always stared at each other.

Never knew since when but the stares had become their ingrained habit— Looking for the boy across the hallway, holding the gaze until it felt like a challenge, and picking the most childish fight people could imagine.

Those stares had become a part of their life.

Those stares held much more emotions than hate.

And those stares soften by the time they grown up.

Yet they just hadn’t realized it.

.

“You’re always staring.”

“So are you.”

A story of two oblivious wizards that maybe just needs tomatoes to finally “boil” to something else.

Me note: I don’t know what I plan but I want it to be chill and silly :)

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The wound bloomed beautifully on his chest.

Growing from his flesh.

His pain.

His guilt.

Or

Draco had a symptom of flowers growing from injuries, fed by his negative emotions.

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If there was a fairy tale that a mighty knight protected his kingdom and fell in love with a beautiful mermaid with HE, it would be a wonderful bedtime story for kids, right?

Of course, it’s a bedtime story, not the true story.

Not anyone would know the dark side of a knight who protects their homes.

Not anyone would notice the struggles of this mermaid who was once a human.

And they didn’t expect anyone to see it.

Just themselves were enough.

Or

Harry Potter was a dark knight and Draco Malfoy was a crystal mermaid, trying to be human again. And maybe fall in love too.

Me note: This idea has been in my head for a while and I need to write it down.

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Draco Malfoy and His Little Friend (short story)

Draco Malfoy, a 6-year-old boy and the heir of Malfoy’s family, had a friend named Harry.

Harry was not that famous wizard he admired from bedtime story. Harry was a cat, a little black stray cat. And people didn’t know one thing about Harry—he was Draco’s “secret” friend.

Draco was happy when he had Harry around. He had someone to talk with, shared all his toys he got from his last birthday, and even his little secrets he won’t tell his mother.

Draco had to say that having Harry in that summer made he feel happier than any summer he had.

But sometimes, his little friend made him feel “happier” with things he wouldn’t expect…

“What happened?!”

Draco gasped in silence as he looked at the black fluffy ball in front of him.

It was Harry, actually, but taller than him. Or…could he say fatter? Because right now Harry look twice Draco’s size!

What could happen? Last night, as usual Draco gave Harry his bedtime routine: a bowl of milk for his frequent hunger, played with him on his bed, and gave him a hug before going to sleep.

Same like other peaceful night with Harry laying next to Draco on his teal green pillow.

Only then he felt something heavy pushing his cheek.

And when he awake, he saw this.

Draco blinked at his “big” friend, tried to clear his vision and hoped it was a dream.

Harry “meow” back, and the sound was so small.

“Are you sick? What happened?”, Draco touched Harry’s legs worriedly, “Did anything I give you last night make you like this?”

Did the milk turn him like this?

“Is it because of me?”, Draco asked and hoped it otherwise. He couldn’t stand to be cause of this.

Harry only stared at Draco.

Well, seeing his Draco like this made Harry felt a bit guilty. He was worried so much for him, only for his little adventure a few minutes ago went wrong.

In Mr.Malfoy’s office.

Tonight was another trip in Malfoy’s mansion, Harry had wondered which place he should explore next. When he jumped down the stairs and stepped to the hallway, he saw his Draco’s family picture.

Harry noticed Mr.Malfoy in it, a tall man, so much alike to his Draco and always angry from whatever around him. He knew that man hated cats, maybe other animals too, and even though his existence hadn’t been out yet, he knew Mr.Malfoy would throw him out if he could.

Then something sparked in Harry’s little mind.

Hm.

Hmm.

Hmmmm.

Harry won’t explain how he got into this room or how he knew which room was Mr.Malfoy’s. He started wandering around, under the massive bookshelf, on the cabinet at the corner with a weirdly nice lamp, his office table with lots of papers and a bird feather thing which Draco said it’s a quill, and so much more.

It was a nice journey since Mr.Malfoy’s room was not as much scary like how he looked. It looked older and powerful compared to Draco’s bedroom.

Harry had his last stroll when he jumped on the sofa, and suddenly something caught his eyes.

There was an object, small and mysterious lay on the sofa. Harry stared at it while he waltzed around this rare thing. It was a cube shape, glittering with sugar and had a soft orange color. It did caught Harry’s interest, and when he sniffed it, the sweet scent of tangerine made him licked his lip.

A little taste was not that bad, right? He looked around and saw that same cube object, severals actually, in a bowl on the table next to the sofa.

Things in bowl meant it could be eaten.

Harry did eat a few.

So that explained why.

Draco still had his worry look, and Harry didn’t know why Draco got so worry when he got a little fat.

“Maybe you’re sick? Like some dangerous sickness?”, Draco asked nervously.

“Meow?”, Harry looked at Draco in question. What was that mean?

Draco thought Harry agreed with it, “So it’s true?”, in whisper, then he moved a little closer.

Harry kept staring at Draco.

Why did he look so sad?

“Are you dying?”, Draco slowly wrapped his tiny arms around Harry’s body, “You’re leaving me..?”

Harry only meowed back in respond, and it made Draco’s heart broke more.

“Don’t leave…I haven’t showed you my bear collections…”, Draco sobbed on the black fur on Harry’s neck, “I have just got it last month…”

Harry didn’t know what to do, seeing his Draco so small and hugged him sadly like this. But if his Draco was in down mood and cried, he should do something, right? And the only thing he knew he could do was nuzzled his face on Draco’s head all night, hoping to sooth him.

Maybe being fat made his Draco sad, Harry thought.

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Draco felt the burn of sunlight on his eyes. The sound of birds chirped soundly outside and the tick of his bed clock.

Draco blinked slowly, then he remembered something and jolt awake.

Harry!

He looked next to him, finding a small kitten curled like a small ball instead of the big fluffy one last night.

Draco sighed in relieve, gently smoothed Harry’s fur.

Maybe it was just a nightmare after all.

A stupidly weird nightmare, though it was so comfy to hug him.

Harry squirmed a little, squinted his eyes slowly to see his Draco smiled at him.

So his Draco doesn’t like fat cat. Gonna stay away from that cube.

Then he turned to other side and went back to sleep.

Me note: First short story for them based on my first prompt. And to explain why Harry turned big is because that was a food that Lucious prepared for Harry (he knew but chose to stay silent), knowing that little cat would sneak to his office. It was a small tease and only last for a few hours :)

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Draco Malfoy, 6-years-old boy and the heir of Malfoy’s family, brought home a stray black cat with a scar on its forehead.

He really loves his cat.

Not just because it looked like that famous wizard boy he always admired from bedtime story, but it’s also his ever first friend.

So he names it “Harry”. Little Harry.

Excited with his new friend, Draco showed Harry every toys and books in his bedroom, prepared a soft pillow for him to sleep, and permission to wander anywhere in his bedroom.

Yes, only in his bedroom.

Because he couldn’t let his parents, especially his father know about this.

So his plan is giving Harry a secret life in the Malfoy’s mansion, being Draco’s friend without anyone notice, and that plan, of course, did not include a situation that Harry had his little adventure when no one was around.

Or

Draco had a little friend Harry to share his summer holiday with.

——little spoil from the story——

“What are you looking at, Harry?”, Draco saw Harry buried his face on something on the floor.

He walked over and looked.

“A ring?”, Draco picked the small accessory, it was heavy, shined and icy in his tiny hand.

“Meow”, Harry looked at the ring too.

“Maybe it’s from my mother. I don’t usually see her wear this, but maybe she dropped it.”

“Meow”, he sounded louder with proud on his face.

Draco smiled and sat down on the mattress next to Harry.

“I will ask her about it.”

He smoothed the black fur gently.

“Thanks, Harry. And don’t eat that, you can’t.”

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War is sufferable. Loss is sufferable. Even expectation is sufferable. We all suffer, yet we choose each other in this moment. To continue living, and barely breathe in the calmness that the other gives.

Walking side by side, their fingers intertwined.

Harry looked at the man next to him. Golden hair glowed with orange sunset, silver eyes hold his world, and the charming features with little pointy that he loves.

“You’re beautiful”, Harry said.

“Thanks for telling me the fact”, Draco glanced at Harry with a glint of tease.

Harry chuckled softly.

“As expect from you.”

“Then tell me something unexpected.”

“Nah. Since you know everything I’m going to say.”

“Well I’m all ears for anything you can come up.”

Draco looked at him, a moment passed and his expectation gaze soften. They smiled at what they heard from their minds.

“We’re too old for this cheesy line”, Draco continued his walk.

“Who told you that? It’s not!”, Harry laughed and followed behind, never letting his hand go.

I love you.

Another fact. But acceptable.

Me note: Hello, I’m not new to Drarry but new to Tumblr Drarry community here. So this is my first post with my little Drarry prompt.