#eighth year

[stvrlvghtwrites]

I love you, don't you?

"Draco! Draco! Will you- you just-" Harry panted, putting his hands on his knees to take a gulp of breath after running after him, "stop."

Draco turned and shoved Harry's shoulder as if to say 'fuck you' which he already had before he had left Harry sitting dumbly at the table. Harry winced but grabbed his arm, "come on, I- please, can we talk?"

Draco tugged out of his reach and stepped away, "we can talk with a little distance between us."

Harry frowned, "I don't want to hurt you, Draco. I really don't. I love the friendship we have but... but Ginny... she doesn't trust you and..." he rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, "she's completely in the wrong and I disagree with her. I do. I really do. I just don't know how to convince her that you won't hurt me."

Draco pressed his lips into a thin line, a pain beginning to form in his chest. Did he really call what they have a friendship? Draco was sure they were more than that with the way Harry slept with his head in his lap sometimes or carded his finger through his blond hair or... kissed his cheek in greeting, teasing him relentlessly whenever his face turned red. It wasn't just friendship, he knew it. He could feel it, with the lingering touches and the stolen glances and the shy smiles they shared. He hadn't seen that between Harry and Ginny. Not since the war.

Harry looked at him with worry in his green eyes, silently pleading him to say something. He probably didn't even see the blatant hurt and jealousy on Draco's face or even realised that there was something so special between them. Oblivious git, Draco rolled his eyes.

It was only a minute before Draco's resolve crumbled, a man could withstand those bedroom eyes for so long. He sighed, "the solution is simple, Harry. We just simply don't talk anymore. Will that please your girlfriend?"

"No!" Harry said, suddenly, straightening his posture a bit, "can't we compromise? I can't not talk to you..." His face was bent in pain and confusion, "you're my friend, Draco. My best friend. I can't lose you."

Draco swallowed, "tell me, Potter. Does Weasley truly love you?"

Harry nodded, "yes. She tells me that all the time." He was lying, Draco knew.

"Then why would she make you choose between her and me? I wouldn't. She's your girlfriend, you love her and would probably marry her and have ginger babies but that won't stop me from being your friend."

Harry looked away, he pressed a hand to his chest in thought as if mulling over what Draco just said. Without another word, Draco left.

Maybe Harry didn't have feelings for Draco, just maybe. But that wasn't possible because he knew him better than anyone, he had spent years looking at him, his face was already an open book and Draco basked in the adoration that Harry kept in his eyes, only for Draco.

He just hoped Harry would sort his mind and decide if Draco was a friend or something even more.

The pain in his chest didn't ebb away like he thought it would. It only grew.

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the writing is so raw, i swear. i haven't written drarry in so long, just had a rare burst of inspiration, let me know your thoughts!! xx (part 2???)

love,

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[autumnweeen]

WIP Wednesday Dramione

I’m here once again trying to convince you to read this fic. It deserves so much more attention than it has gotten! Not only because of the amount of work that ellieauthor has put into formatting all the chats and creating all the amazing conversations between the Slytherins and the Gryffindors, but also, THE WRITING!!! The writing is simply spectacular ♥️

#harry potter fandom #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #fanfiction #ao3fic #harry potter #ao3 fanfic #eighth year #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #txt socmed au #draco pov

[omniluci-estumbra]

I don’t think Draco cares if anyone hears him Hermione 🤫🫣

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #eighth year #procreate #omniluci

[ellemisc]

eighth year really just warms my heart okay

#dramione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #dramione fanart #harry potter #hpfanart #hogwarts #eighth year #artists on tumblr #digital art #ellemisc

[theoshn]

Draco getting peer pressured into an 8th-year game of truth or dare while wearing Harry’s socks

#i can’t stop thinking about these socks lmao #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #drarry art #drarry doodle #harry potter fan art #harry potter fandom #hpdm #drarry if you squint #eighth year #draco malfoy with long hair

[threadingfate7]

i'm not sure if i'll ever finish this piece so i might as well post it now !! drarry in the 8th year common room <3

#drarry #drarry fanart #hpdm #draco x harry #drarryfanart #harry x draco #dlm #draco malfoy #harry potter #hpdmfanart #drarry art #draco malfoy and harry potter #eighth year #8th year #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy fanart #hp #dm #threading_fate art #i just want them to be safe #and sound #and happy #together #pls theyre so cute

[quail-in-red]

just a little sneaking around (in broad daylight)

#drarry #fanart #hp fanart #harry potter #draco malfoy #sketch #how do i…draw #eighth year

[draqo-pctter]

so kiss me // a dramione drabble

words: 817 | tags: eighth year, astronomy tower, love confessions

Hermione shouldn’t have let Draco’s apparent change of heart after Christmas break get under her skin. But, months of tentative friendship and fingers brushing in the Potions classroom had buried themselves beneath her palms and her neck, pushed deeper by the silence and downcast eyes that met her when classes resumed. Draco entered the classroom as the bell rang, and was out of his seat halfway to the door by the time it rang again.

In Muggle Studies, he kept his back angled to her and refused to acknowledge when she answered a question. Arithmancy and Charms passed in much the same fashion. Hermione hoped that, as winter gave way to spring, his sudden change of heart would thaw with the ice that clung to the Whomping Willow. When the songbirds returned and warmth still remained absent from his frigid gray eyes, she knew she had to say something.

Harry had left her the Marauder's Map – an apology for not returning to Hogwarts for Eighth Year. For six months, it had stayed tucked inside her beaded bag, unused and getting bent between an ever changing load of books, quills and parchment. Her finger trailed down hallways and floors as she searched desperately for one name.

There he was: Draco Malfoy, pacing in circles around the Astronomy Tower. Before she could talk herself out of it, Hermione grabbed her wand and pulled a light jacket over her pajamas. Sneaking out past curfew brought a thrill of excitement she’d missed, tempered only by the anxious energy bubbling up in her chest. The halls were mercifully quiet, and her footsteps didn’t echo off the stone walls as she made her way up to the tower.

His back was to her when Hermione reached the top of the stairs. Tension clung to his shoulders, pulling the white button-up he still wore tight against his skin. Shaggy blond hair blew in the evening breeze, briefly distracting her from the task at hand. And when Draco finally turned mid-step, the oxygen in the air vanished.

Moments passed as the pair studied each other, Hermione at a loss for words and Draco looking like he’d rather jump than be alone with her. She took one step forward, and he thankfully didn’t make a move toward the railing.

“What did I do?” Hermione asked before she lost her nerve. Draco’s eyes were painfully blank as he regained his composure.

“I don’t know–”

“Don’t lie to me, Draco.” Another step forward, fueled by the taste of his name on her tongue. “What did I do?”

A heartbeat, then –

“Nothing.”

Hermione chewed on her bottom lip as she crossed her arms over her chest. He was beautiful in the moonlight, almost ethereal. If she didn’t know him, she might think he was an angel whose wings had been left behind in Heaven.

“Then why–”

“Granger, please.” Draco ran an uneasy hand through his hair. “Go back to your dorm, and–”

“Not until you tell me why.” Hermione took another step closer, freeing her lip from her teeth. “Tell me why you hate me.”

She watched as a myriad of emotions finally broke through his carefully crafted nonchalance. Grief, frustration, hope – Draco shook his head as if to clear them from his mind.

“I don’t hate you.” He sounded pained. Good, Hermione thought. “I could never hate you.”

“Then why–”

“Because I can’t stand the thought of losing you, Hermione.” She nearly wept at the way he said her name. “Your friendship, your trust – you – I can’t do it. And it isn’t fair to you, either. I might want you, but I refuse to spend every waking moment near you, wanting to kiss you, to touch you, knowing that I can’t. So, it’s best if you just go back to your dorm–”

“So kiss me.”

Hermione tilted her chin up to counteract the flush blooming across her cheeks and neck. Draco stared at her as if he were seeing her for the first time.

“What?”

“So kiss me.” She shrugged, as if she hadn’t just opened herself up to the first person who could break her if he wanted. “Kiss me, touch me, get to know me. Fuck, I might let you love me, Draco. But you need to–”

He moved faster than she’d expected, his hands winding into her hair and tilting her head back so that he could press his lips to hers. The kiss was frazzled – clumsy, hot, open-mouthed – and Hermione matched him movement for movement. Her lips parted the moment his tongue asked for entrance, and she lost herself in the taste and the smell of him.

They stayed in the Astronomy Tower that night, kissing, touching, and laughing until dawn broke over the horizon. When the first rays of sunrise sparkled in his eyes, Hermione understood what he meant. And she knew that she wouldn’t be able to walk away from him now.

#dramione #hp #dramione drabble #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dramione eighth year #eighth year #astronomy tower #love confessions #dhr #ohthedrarry ao3

[tinyq]

Sometimes, you just need to take a nap.

#dramione #dramione art #dramione fanart #dhr #dhr art #draco/hermione #draco and hermione #hermione/draco #hermione and draco #eighth year #hogwarts eighth year #naps #first art of 2023 #guys im so tired #this only took me 7 months to finish... #how did past me know I would be tired? #the image was a battle not a joy #working through my wips #procreate #A Touch of Photoshop #re-re-re-recycled(?) background #I got new curly hair brushes! #you are forewarned... #tiny q

[dewitty1]

All Things Go

iota @sorrybutblog

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin Additional Tags: Getting Together, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Elements Inspired by Heartstopper, Boys Kissing, Secret Relationship, Party Games, Fluff, Smut, Light Angst, Epistolary, POV Alternating, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, teenagers being stupid, Weed, Recreational Drug Use, Alcohol, Intoxication, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Brief Instance of Misogynistic Language, H/D Erised 2022

Summary:

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Excerpt:

“I’ve ruined the fun,” Draco says.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Harry says.

“Why are you apologising?”

“I invited you.”

“True. It’s definitely your fault that I was a teen fascist and my peers hate me,” Draco says dryly.

Harry nods, distracted. Draco surveys the room. Romilda is attempting to redirect people into a game of Spin the Bottle. Draco scoots back further.

Harry follows him back towards the wall and asks, “D’you want to get out of here?”

Draco’s mouth drops open. He snaps it shut. “Sure.”

“Right,” Harry says. He pushes himself to his feet and holds out a hand to haul Draco up too. His palm is dry against Draco’s clammy skin.

They walk swiftly towards the Chapel door. Harry turns the dial to black and they step out into the castle.

“Where does the black door lead?” Draco asks, trying to get his bearings in the dim corridor. He always exits the Chapel to the outdoors and walks across the lawns to the main doors that lead to the Great Hall.

“Not sure,” Harry says. “Hermione says it’s different every time.”

“How is that useful?”

“It doesn’t have to be useful. It’s magic.” Harry goes and sits in an alcove near a tapestry depicting a knight and a princess. Draco follows him.

Harry produces the bottle of tequila from Romilda’s game. He uncaps it and takes a sip then passes it to Draco. The mouth of the bottle is warm against Draco’s lips. He drinks dizzily, the first time he’s ever had tequila.

“I can’t believe she was trying to get people to play Spin the Bottle,” Harry says.

“I can’t believe everyone just gamely sat down for Truth or Dare.” Draco passes the bottle to Harry, who sets it on the weathered flagstones. Draco’s sleeve is still rolled up.

“That’s quite nasty, isn’t it?” Harry says, pointing to the Dark Mark.

“It makes for an okay reminder,” Draco says.

“Of what you were?” Harry asks, absurdly generous.

Draco has to take a breath. “Of who I want to be.”

Harry takes a swig of tequila, his lips shiny and wet around the glass.

“So you don’t fancy anyone at Hogwarts?” Draco asks, changing the subject, possessed briefly by some bravery he doesn’t know he had. He regrets the question the instant he asks it, the words hanging in the draughty air.

Harry ducks his head. “I… didn’t say that.”

“Ah, who’s the lucky girl then?”

“I didn’t say it was a girl, did I?” Harry asks, cheeky, then horrified.

“Oh. Are you– Do you fancy someone who’s not a girl?” Draco’s heart beats a tattoo against his rib cage.

“I–“ Harry starts and stops. “Maybe.”

The bubble of hope returns to Draco’s chest, larger now. “Have you ever kissed someone who’s not a girl?”

“No,” Harry says quickly. Then slower, quieter, “But, I think I would. Given the chance.” His eyes are massive and bright behind his glasses. Draco doesn’t know when he starts leaning forward, but once he does, he can’t stop. He tilts his head and lets Harry close the distance.

They kiss, close-mouthed and soft, the aching sweetness permeating through Draco when Harry pulls away looking dazed. They part for only a second and then Harry leans back in, his hand cupping the side of Draco’s face, fingers splaying over his neck.

Harry’s mouth is warm and wet and he tastes like liquor. Draco can’t get enough.

When they part again, Draco’s face is hot and his heart hasn’t stopped pounding and he can’t help but laugh at how strange his life has become. That he’s snogging Harry Potter in a deserted Hogwarts corridor, that he never wants to stop.

“Why are you laughing? It’s like you’ve never been kissed,” Harry says.

Draco touches his bottom lip, unable to keep himself from smiling. “I haven’t.”

Harry scrunches his nose and laughs too. They’re still sitting very close, Draco’s knees brushing against Harry’s.

“Are you– D’you want to–” Harry starts to say, but he’s already swaying into Draco’s space, crowding him, and there’s no need to say anything else.

They kiss and kiss until Draco’s lips go numb. Harry’s fingers find their way under Draco’s shirt, cold against his stomach. Draco wraps his arms around Harry’s neck and just holds on.

Eventually a strange noise breaks them apart. An hour could have passed or maybe five minutes. Draco can’t be sure.

“Mrs Norris,” Harry says, hoarsely.

♡✧( ु•⌄• )

#All Things Go #Iota #Drarry #Drarry fic rec #fic rec #hp fic rec #Harry potter #Draco Malfoy #Hogwarts Eighth year #eighth year #EWE #Harry potter fanfiction #Drarry fanfiction #hp fic #drarry fic #hp fanfic #drarry fanfic #smut #drarry smut #Carey's Bookmark fic recs #Carey's personal Bookmarks

[short666bread]

:-) piece commissioned by (the super patient) @ladderofyears for (the super talented) @oknowkiss, based on a scene from (the super lovely) The July Tree

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #The July Tree #eighth year #I took some liberties w the background ik #I went stupid and crazy re vhs tapes #on a personal note I’ve been offline so severely for reasons comma multiple but #I’m trying to claw my way back #out the hole etc. #idk

[autumnweeen]

Golden Girl on the Prowl - NOW COMPLETE

Rated M

21k Words

Summary - Rita Skeeter is doing her thing again, and Hermione is not having it.

Draco doesn’t mind being featured in the Prophet, except this time, it could ruin his friendship with Granger.

And he’s grown rather fond of having her close.

This is an eighth year, head boy/girl, funny fic with a side of Hansy and Slytherins who like Hermione. It’s fluffy and at times a little bit angsty. Plus, a HEA with two epilogues.

#harry potter fandom #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #fanfiction #ao3fic #harry potter #ao3 fanfic #fluff #angst #hansy #eighth year #rita skeeter

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: Yours To Share

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'sanctuary' by origene

It was the first thing Draco checked in September. The Room of Requirement had survived. Temperamental and hobbled, but it answered him. Unlike everything else in the castle, the Room felt like it was welcoming him back. It let him turn everyone else away until the day that Potter knocked.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #fifty words #eighth year

[looneylunascamander]

FIRST CHAPTER

The Runes of the Mind

Dramione 8th Year

Hermione Granger is the only member of the Golden Trio heading back to Hogwarts. Though they won the war, Hermione has lost her parents, her privacy, and maybe even her peace of mind. Her only goals are to find what she loves again about the wizarding world, to finish school, and maybe heal in the process. No one knows what's plaguing her, and she's trying to hardest to keep it from coming out, but after an incident in class, she may need help from the one person she never thought she'd turn to. Soon he becomes the only person she can confide in, and that may be what does her in. Draco Malfoy is trying to right his wrongs, and that starts with his conditional return to Hogwarts. Determined to keep his head down and complete the year, things change when he's forced to tutor a classmate behind closed doors. Not everything is what it seems, and soon his efforts turn from academics to undoing ancient magic he never thought he'd encounter before it's too late to save the person who's slowly taking hold of his heart.

#dramione #8th year #eighth year #fan fiction #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hp fanfic #harry potter fanfiction

[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Draco was hidden away in the back corner of the library, his schoolwork spread across the desk in front of him. It was late, past the curfew for younger students, and the library was devoid of any other students, but being an eighth year had its perks.

He rested his head on his closed fist, staring down at the parchment in front of him and willing his eyes to remain open. He had a transfiguration essay due tomorrow, and McGonagall would have his head if he didn’t hand it in on time.

Draco was tired enough to barely register as someone slid into the chair across from him.

“Draco? It’s time for bed.” Harry said gently, staring at Draco with his emerald eyes.

Draco shook his head and stifled a yawn. “I need to finish this.”

“Love, you’re about to fall asleep. I think it’s time to pack up and go back to the dorm, yeah?”

Draco scowled. “If I don’t finish this McGonagall will put me in detention.”

Harry ignored him and started gathering up the parchment and books. “You can get Hermione or Blaise to help you in the morning.”

Draco tried to ignore Harry and continue writing, but that plan proved futile when Harry tugged the quill out of his hand and put it into Draco’s bag along with all his work.

“Up you get sweetheart.” Harry prompted, grabbing him gently by the arm and tugging him up.

Draco went along willingly, letting Harry wrap his arm around his waist and support him as they walked. Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder as they strolled back to the dorm in silence.

“Gillyweed.” Harry supplied to the portrait guarding the common room. He led Draco through, not stopping to chat to Dean or Ron, who were both playing chess on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“My bed or yours?” Harry asked, closing the door to the room. Neville was already asleep, if his closed curtains were anything to go by, and Theo was laying on his bed reading.

“Don’t care.” Draco mumbled, half asleep already.

Draco was clinging to consciousness as Harry led him to his bed and made him lay down, tugging off his shoes.

Harry climbed into bed next to Draco, closing the bed hangings. Draco rolled over and pressed his face into Harry’s chest, smiling softly when Harry wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to his hair.

“G’night Harry.” Draco said through a yawn.

“Goodnight Draco.” Harry whispered back.

#Idk I just had an idea #Lil drabble #Harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #hogwarts #eighth year #the golden era

[youhavemyswordandmybow]

My kid wants to read some of my fanfic - and if you've read any of it, you'll know that it is not appropriate for a pre-teen.

She loves Heartstopper though (who doesnt?), so for my third WIP (ha!), I'm writing a very sweet and fluffy Draco POV, one-shot, diary type Drarry.

If she hates it, I'll let you know.

#iamwriting

#drarry

#nosmut

#moreplot

#ao3 fanfic #draco malfoy #hp fanfic #hp fic #harry potter fanfiction #drarry #eighth year #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry