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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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Imagine

"Oh no, James, you don't!"

Draco reached out just in time before Jammy put some shiny rock into his mouth. He placed the one year ball of hyper energy onto his lap with a huff. Pouting, Harry's adopted son tried to kick Draco with all his might. Draco blinked and then laughed wholeheartedly.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, but that is not good for your belly."

Harry watched all of this played out from the river bank and quickly turned away. It was a futile attempt, to be honest. He already knew that he was utterly and thoroughly fucked, helplessly in love with those soft smiles Draco had been giving to little James, adoring every gentle touch Draco put on his son's skin, drowning in envy.

Once Harry decided that he was strong enough to see his secret crush (calling it a mere crush was also a futile denial at this point) without blushing like mad, he noticed that James was being carried away by Hermione, Draco waving slowly to the raven haired sleepy head. Smiling, Harry took a sit beside his best friend. It really was the perfect afternoon for a perfect getaway to a river in the middle of nowhere.

"What do you think of him?"

Draco seemed to be taken aback by his question, but his expression was gentle when he hummed in thought. When his eyes fell into Harry's orbs, the boy who lived knew that Draco Malfoy was the one for him. Harry sucked in a breath and almost didn't catch what Draco had said upon his mind blowing realization.

"He's not bad."

".....What? Wait, he's not 'not bad'. He's wonderful!"

Harry playfully shoved off Draco's shoulder, just so he could hear the other man's beautiful laugh. He sighed to himself as Draco mindlessly reassured him how precious his son was to everyone around him.

"Yeah but I can't help to imagine if I have gotten married first before I adopt him. I don't regret adopting him, never, but I just have this thought that it would be better for him, you know? A better home, a better family."

Draco looked at him with the same worried expression as that time Harry first told him that he wanted to adopt a son because he wanted family, but Harry was grateful the man didn't push it. Instead, he had a playful smile on his lips.

"Right. So, who would be the unlucky soul in this marriage life imagination?"

"I don't know. It could be anyone."

It could be you.

"Right. So. Let's imagine if it was me, because that would be ridiculous."

Draco chuckled a little, and then closed his eyes. Thank Merlin for that because Harry was so ready to throw his overheated head to the river.

"Alright! Let's see. From the beginning. You would be the one asking me out, because you're such a brave griffindor."

Draco made a disgusted expression at this, eyes still closed and head in the cloud. Harry hummed in response while his heart was trying to hammer out of his rib cage.

"And then I'd say yes, because...well, I wouldn't know why, but I had to say yes for this story to go on."

He opened one eye, making sure Harry knew he was joking with a slight grin, and the other man rolled his eyes good-naturedly.

Act natural, you have to act natural. This is just him making jokes.

"And then. Five months? No, four months later we would just do nothing in particular, and then maybe it was what I said, or what I did, or how I looked, but at that moment, you suddenly realized that..."

Draco suddenly opened his eyes and closed his mouth with his palms, as if he was surprised at his own words. Harry's breath was caught in his throat, but he pushed it out.

"I suddenly realized that you're the one."

Draco closed his eyes again, and Harry hated how hard he tried to mask the pain, to make his face expressionless as a proper Malfoy. Harry hated it.

Draco's words were like whispers when he tried to speak, and it broke Harry when he heard the crack in his voice.

"I...yes. That. And then-"

"Draco"

"AND THEN, you would just propose without bothering waiting for buying a ring or what eve-"

"Draco"

"Shut it, Potter. I'm trying to tell you a story here."

"Draco, look at me."

Draco did, and there were unshed tears in his grey eyes, like clouds ready to pour heavy rain to the ground. Harry tried to wipe those tears away, but Draco turned his face away from him. Harry tried a different approach, taking Draco's trembling fingers in his. Once Draco's eyes met his again, Harry spoke softly.

"It doesn't have to be just a story."

"What... What do you mean?"

"I mean, it could be real. I... Draco, marry me."

Draco's eyes widened at this, and he tried to shake away his hands, but Harry held him in place. He tried to convey as much emotions as he could to his next words.

"Draco, I'm serious about this. Please, believe me. I'm in love with you and only you, for years now, and I want you to be the one for me. I know that you're the one for me. I don't know what else I could say to make you believe me, but, please, please believe me."

Maybe it was the eight years school rivals turned to best friends after the wedding planning disaster thing, or maybe it was the four years of being best friends and healing each other, or maybe it was the vulnerability and honesty in Harry's eyes, but Draco nodded.

"This is madness, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I believe you. Merlin knows how spontaneous you are, Harry James Potter."

Draco gave him a fond smile, and if it was another time it would be enough for Harry to sleep at night, but it sure was not enough now because holy shit he just proposed to his best friend slash school rival slash Auror assigned healer. Harry took a deep breath.

"And your answer?"

Draco gave him another smile, but this time it looked more like a smirk.

"Depends. Where is the ring?"

Harry laughed, and laughed again until there were tears in his eyes.

A month later, the newest Daily Prophet was delivered throughout the Wizarding World, announcing the Malfoy-Potter wedding day. A certain raven haired toddler was laughing at the front page from his leather couch, his parents gazed down lovingly at him. The three of them in similar suits.

Fin.

#drarry fluff #drarry fic #draco x harry #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #post hogwarts #proposal

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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So cute, love ittt ❤

Draco: Do you think I should lose some weight?

Harry: why?

Draco: because I'm gaining weight, that's why

Harry: then it's more places for me to kiss

Draco:

Draco, blushing furiously: SHUT YOUR FAC E HOLE

Harry: love you

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who sends Hermione ‘I had a great time with you today’ texts after they’ve been on a date.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who kisses Hermione awkwardly on the cheek whilst blushing.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who enjoys just sitting next to Hermione quietly whilst she’s studying for her seventh-year exams.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who leaves adorable hand-written notes if he has to leave for work early before Hermione wakes up.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who spontaneously gives Hermione flowers because he was passing a flower-shop and thought she’d like some.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend who blushes everytime Hermione stands on her tip-toes and kisses him on the cheek.

Ron Weasley is the type of boyfriend that doesn’t realise how awesome he is, but that Hermione thanks her lucky stars for being with.

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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I love your blog, really. All your writing are so heart-warming. Thank you so much for all the sentences you post ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This has made my night. I do these short fanfic things because I adore drarry so much over the years and just can't stop imagining cute things they'd do. Thank you so much for your kind words. ❤❤❤

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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Draw A Lightning

They are friends. Every eighth year, or maybe everyone at Hogwarts knows that much. How can people deny it when they see Harry Potter carelessly laughing beside Draco Malfoy in open space like that?

Draco stares at his friend. Potter is wiping a tear from his eye, clearly hasn't recovered from one of Draco's wicked jokes. Draco doesn't laugh with him, though. He just stares, stares, and stares at Potter's face, enjoying how his words could make his friend let out such beautiful sound.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Right, he's doing the creepy stare again. He needs to remember that people don't stare at their friend like that. No matter how pretty or angelic or beautiful they are.

"Yes, Potter. There's something on your ugly face. It's your ugly scar. Have I ever told you how ugly it is?"

Once again, Potter is startled into a fit of laughter. The sound travels through Draco's body, sending waves of pleasure and a weird sense of pride. Draco is too lost in his head that he doesn't notice Potter looming over him.

"Perhaps if you have the same scar I will finally understand how ugly it is."

As soon as Potter finishes his words, he quickly raises his wand and in a matter of seconds Draco is already sitting on the grass, unmoved, with Potter hovering over his face and pushing his bangs away from his forehead with his fingers. Draco can feel the warmth of the surprisingly gentle touch on his hair.

That's when he notices that Potter is close. He's I-can-count-your-eyelashes too close and Draco's heartrate is picking up dangerousy.

"What are you doing?"

He hisses. Because what else can his powerless self do in time like this?

"Shut up. I'm drawing you a scar."

"I object to be your ugly twin, Potter."

There it is, that beautiful laugh again. Potter throws his head back and he must be making the angelic sound on purpose because it's not even that funny and-Oh boy, he looks determined.

"Draco, we are going to rule Hogwarts."

Right there, near the lake in early spring, filled by Potter's nonsense about beating the Patil and the Weasley twins in ridiculous matches and a wand drawing a huge lighting bolt on his forehead, Draco is falling in love.

"Please don't."

He whispers, but of course Potter doesn't understand what he's asking. Of course his friend doesn't understand what he's begging his heart to undo.

"What? Do you hate it that much?"

Shouldn't I?

But Draco didn't ask. Instead, he says,

"Tell me again why I agreed to be your friend, Potter."

"Oh shut up, Draco. You love me. And it's Harry, scarhead."

Draco smiles. And then he shoves Potter to the ground and draws many lightning bolts on his face. They end up having fourty six fake scars each (yes, Draco counts them all), in many forms and colors in every inch of exposed skin. Potter is already grumbling about revenge, and Draco just laughs.

Five days later, Harry hides Draco's hand-knitted sweater that he received from Molly and then absentmindedly says that Molly loves it when people visit the Burrow in her hand-knitted clothes and he couldn't wait until they visit her again. Draco just hums in response.

Draco ends up having a terrible cold from three days pulling all-nighter searching for the magically accio-proof sweater. In the middle of being scolded by Hermione, Harry peeks at Draco who has awfully red eyes that stands out from his awfully pale skin, crying over the 'found' sweater in relief, and Harry falls in love.

#drarry fluff #drarry fic #draco x harry #drarry #drarry textpost #draco malfoy #harry potter #hermione granger #molly weasley #hogwarts eighth year #fluff for this cruel world

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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A Song

A drarry soulmate au featuring Healer Malfoy and Auror Potter

Harry doesn't hear it again this evening. He hasn't been hearing it for the whole week. He acts like nothing's wrong on the outside, working on some investigation reports while his teammates chattering in his office, but he is growing more irritated by every second passing by. By nine p.m, Harry couldn't take it anymore and decides to see his healer before he's officially losing his mind.

Harry walks pass the entrance in fast strides, ignoring every pair of curious eyes on him. It's hardly a surprise he's here, people probably just wondering why he's here when he's perfectly healthy.

Harry is perfectly healthy, for sure, except that he feels like he's out of his mind over a song playing in his head for years. If he doesn't get help at once, he might end up in this hospital for the rest of his life and that won't be a good outcome for his newly formed team.

"Mione?"

His best friend looks up from Parkinson's desk, a shocked expression on her face mirroring his own.

"Harry, what are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

To Harry's surprise, the Unspeakable blushes. Hermione clears her throat and replies hastily.

"Well you see Pansy is my new best-I mean she's my new acquaintance and tomorrow is her birthday and I'm freaking out because I don't know what present would please her and that's why I'm here to hopefully find clues what to do but there's barely nothing here so I-uh, never mind that, Harry. What brings you here?"

"A moment, please. That was a lot to take in, Mione."

"I completely agree."

They share a laugh for a few seconds, Harry's problem forgotten and just two best friends enjoying the ridiculous moment. Harry doesn't even know that Hermione has been talking with Parkinson, but given that she's Harry's assigned healer, the Captain of the Auror Investigation Team shouldn't be surprised Hermione keeps tabs on him by "talking" to the healer. Harry doesn't know if he should be touched or amused .

"So, Auror Potter, why are you here if you're not injured? I don't suppose you're here for an iddle conversation with the lovely healer, do you?"

Harry smiles. Trust Hermione to make it better even before she knows the situation. Harry actually doesn't want to bother the busy woman with his disturbing problem, but now it feels like his first choice should have been Hermione Granger-Weasley rather than Pansy Parkinson.

"Mione, there's this song I couldn't get out of my head and it's driving me mad because suddenly it stopped and I can't sleep."

Hermione blinks, and then she grabs a piece of parchment and it doesn't take another second for her to write furiously on it.

"So, Harry, let's break it down one by one. You have been hearing a song in your head."

"Had, because it stopped a week ago."

Hermione stares at him questioningly for a moment, and then she smiles while taking notes in her parchment and Harry is slightly terrified. Somehow her soft smile unnerves him.

"Alright. And who was singing the song?"

Now this is an answer Harry doesn't want to share. Not only because it's embarrassing, but Harry also would rather die than admitting that it has been the annoying-self-absorbed-big-fat-prat of the new Head Healer that had been singing a lullaby for him for every night in his head for the last four years.

"Is that significant for this matter?"

Hermione smiles again, and Harry has this horrible idea that she knew who it was.

"We can ignore it for the moment. What was the song like?"

Harry closes his eyes, his memories of peaceful night after night accompanied by the song flowing through his mind. Unconsciously, he's smiling while reciting the sweet child lullaby in his head.

"It was rather long but I remember these 'Let me be the blanket of your bed and the stars in your dreams. I will keep you warm and safe 'till tomorrow morning'. It had been the highlight of my evenings and I slept better after. Now I don't know whether I'm crazy because of hearing the song in my head or because I'm losing my mind over not hearing it for the past week."

"Merlin. That is wicked."

Parkinson throws a few documents onto her table and Hermione acts like it's her usual Tuesday while Harry jumps on his feet. She peeks over Hermione's notes and horrifyingly matches the woman's smile. If Harry was unnerved then, he sure is terrified right now.

"Can someone please tell me what's wrong with me? Have I been jinxed?"

Parkinson doesn't say a word. However. She takes a few steps from them, casts a patronus and whispers direction, all while Hermione tries to distract Harry from questioning the healer.

"Harry, did you know that Draco had been promoted as the Chief Healer of the Potions and Plant Poisoning Ward last week?"

Of course he does. He's been well obsessed informed of the man since their days at Hogwarts.

"I'm more curious with the fact that you're calling him by his first name, Mione. Something you want to share with me?"

Hermione chuckles, followed by Pansy on her side. Now that is some sight Harry rarely sees.

"There's something I want to share, alright. Follow me, Harry, I believe it will help you find answers."

"Wait, I have to witness this. Let me come with you."

"Should I be scared?"

"Nonsense, Harry. She's just looking out as your healer."

"I'm looking out, alright."

Hermione and Pansy lead the way toward the corridor, and Harry honestly doesn't care where they go as long as he find his answers. After a few floors and avoiding every passersby, they finally arrived in front of a patient room.

Without a word, Hermione casts a few charms over them and suddenly they are walking into the newly charmed transparent door without a sound. When the occupant of the room doesn't spare a glance over them, Harry realizes she must have casted a disillusionment charm too.

"Mione, what-"

"Shush, Harry, watch and observe."

So Harry does. They are in one colorful room for once. It has been decorated with charmed painted animals on its walls and twinkling stars on its roof. The windows also show a starry night outside and the occupant stares at it with a rueful smile on her face. She couldn't be older than ten, the pale skin and freckles adorning her cheeks catches Harry's attention most. She's one adorable little girl, with braided ginger hair resting on her shoulder and flowery hospital gown peeking from the pile of blankets, but Harry doubts those are the things he should be observing.

Harry frowns in confusion, Draco Malfoy comes into the room and his eyes go wide. He's not the only one, it seems.

"Draco! You're here!"

If she has the energy, she sure would jump on her bed, but the light up in her eyes seems enough to make the Healer smiles.

Wait, what, is that a genuine smile on his face? Why is it so pretty? No, focus, Potter.

"A bird told me to come to your aid at once, your highness. Is there something you require from me?"

She chuckles at Draco's antic, who bows dramatically in return. Harry doubts the fitness of the healer in that muggle suit is the one he should be observing but there he is losing focus again.

"Enjoying the view, Potter?"

Parkinson nudges him on his ribs and Mione follows it with a snort. Harry clears his throat and hopefully he won't be distracted this time, however gorgeous and hot Malfoy looks, especially with the messy blond hair and those glasses. And look how gentle he smiles at the little girl. He is truly becoming a proper healer befitting everyone's respect and adoration.

God damn it, focus, Potter.

"I know you have been busy, Draco, but please can you sing to me tonight? You didn't come for a whole week and I couldn't sleep without your lullaby."

Oh?

"Your wish is my command, my princess. I shall sing for you tonight."

And thus Malfoy begins to sing a very, very, familiar song and all Harry could think is

Oh. It's real.

"I think we're done here, Hermione. We need to get out before he realizes we're here."

Hermione nods to Pansy, dragging Harry outside. Harry doesn't remember how but he ends up outside St.Mungo's, sitting on a bench with a cup of tea in his hand. He drinks the piping hot beverage in a flash, still bewildered by the fact that Draco Malfoy singing the same song Harry had heard in his head for the past four years had been real. It's in his head and it's real, at the same time.

"Her name is Shaphire. She has been here for years for Merlin knows what. All I know is Draco had been singing lullaby for her every night ever since he discovered she had trouble sleeping, which was four years ago, before he got promoted and didn't have the time. So, does that answer your question?"

"No, frankly I have more questions now."

"Right, muggle raised, should have known. Hermione, I'll let you handle this."

With an elegant wave, Parkinson returns to the building, leaving a relaxed Hermione and a confused man by her side.

"Hmm, where should I begin? Oh well, let's keep it short. Harry, there's an old tale that said you can hear your soulmate in your head everytime they sing a song. It is believed to help us find them. It is also said that only Purebloods have this-you can call it a gift-since only the purest wizard has it, or so it said, but you must have had this ability too since Draco is a pureblood."

"And apparently my soulmate."

"Yes, apparently."

Hermione smiles softly, and Harry is not terrified of it anymore. With a determined face, he bids goodbye to his best friend and strides inside the hospital once more.

The Weasleys will lose their heads when he shares the news tomorrow, but he couldn't be bothered right now. Right now, Harry has a soulmate to sing to and a lullaby song to perform.

Hopefully Draco won't mind the off-key so much. It's been forever since Harry attempts to sing.

Alright, Draco might have minded a little, but since he's chuckling while telling Harry how horrible his singing was, Harry counts it as a win.

"It's the same song yet it's so horrible. Who is that, Draco?"

There couldn't be a word to describe how beautiful Draco's smile is, and Harry is too mesmerized to even think right now.

"That, I believe, is my soulmate, your highness."

#draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry textpost #drarry fluff #drarry fic #drarry #hermione granger #pansy parkinson #original child character #soulmate

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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Merry Christmas! 🎄 ✨

I wanted to draw the golden trio, but i got late and i only made Ron, sorry. 😂

Also, sorry for my bad english, i hope you understand :)

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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First Villain

"While you and the other kids have your father as your first hero, my father was my first villain, so shut the fuck up, Potter. You know nothing about me."

-Draco Malfoy, upon being confronted by Harry Potter about his 'playing victim' of his father's abuse to 'escape' being sentenced to Azkaban.

It's not true, and even Harry knows this. The reason Draco Malfoy is stated as innocent is the fact that he failed to identify Harry Potter at the Malfoy Manor, and Harry knows this. To be perfectly honest, Harry just wanted to pick a fight with Malfoy because the other had been acting like Harry didn't exist since the start of their Eighth Year.

Well, now Malfoy is back to acting like Harry Potter is the one he despises the most in the whole Wizarding World, and isn't that amazing?

No, it sucks, actually. And it hurts, and Harry doesn't know why. So he tells one person he knows will know the answer.

Harry doesn't remember the last time Hermione ever shouts at him that loud. Probably the 'Ron and the Hey Incident', but he's not sure.

Harry apologizes after being scolded badly by Hermione Granger the third time this week (otherwise he wouldn't have the courage to do so, so much for being a Gryffindor).

Draco doesn't accept his apology the first time. Harry is not surprised. Still, it hurts in more ways than one.

On the seventh letter Harry sends to Malfoy (because he doesn't fancy his nose broken for the fourth time by the same person in one month), Draco Malfoy finally, finally, smiles at him across the great hall (because of course Harry has been watching Malfoy across the great hall).

I may not know many things about you, but I am sure of one thing, your mother is your greatest hero in your life, just like my mother is to me. Forgive me?

Malfoy mouths an 'alright' across the great hall, and Harry might have melted into a puddle of happiness because of it, but he managed to smile back at Draco beforehand, so all is well.

#drarry fluff #drarry fic #draco x harry #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hogwarts eighth year #hogwarts

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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Harry: Did you see that? That's it, I'm losing him, 'Mione.

Hermione: Oh please, he's just talking to her, no need to be so dramatic.

Harry: Did you see that just now?! It's over, Mione, you don't need to console me.

Ron: He's just shoving her arm! It's a friendly gesture! Bloody hell, mate, get your shit together and just ask him out!

Headmistress McGonagall: Language!though I have to admit, I agree with you there, Mr. Weasley. Now, settle down, please.

Hermione: Now, did you hear that?

Harry: Hear what? But how could I settle down when Parkinson is touching Malfoy's shoulder! I never really have a chance with him, do I? Oh don't answer that, I already know.

Ron: Just kill me now.

Hermione: So much for thinking Harry moving in with Sirius was a good idea.

#drarry chat #drarry fluff #drarry fic #draco x harry #drarry #harry potter #hermione granger #draco malfoy #ronald weasley #minerva mcgonagall #sirius black #hogwarts eighth year #hogwarts #pansy parkinson

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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One evening, Seventh Year Harry Potter and the other golden trio are sitting on the Slytherin table just because they can. The conversation of the Pureblood Heir is being brought up by the Slytherins when Harry suddenly remembered.

Harry: But wizard can get pregnant!

Draco: Yes, they can.

Harry: What do you mean they? You are a wizard too, aren't you?

Draco: Yes, but male Malfoys don't just "get pregnant", Potter. It's unbecoming. That's why we-

Harry: Well, I can get pregnant.

Draco: Yes, lucky you. *sips his tea to calm himself down because what the fuck did Potter just say what did he imply by that what-*

Harry: And then you get an heir. There, problem solved.

Draco: *chokes* I beg your pardon!?

Harry: Did I-Did I just say that?

Draco: Yes. Yes, you did. Potter, what-

Ron: Bloody hell, it's-

Hermione and Pansy screaming together: It's happening! It's finally happening!

Draco and Harry: *slightly panicked* What's happening?

Blaise: None of your concern, gentlemen. Just carry on. Draco, you were saying?

The Day Harry Potter Broke

Mpreg Wolfstar and a very confused fourth year Harry Potter

H: So you are pregnant, and Sirius is the father?

R: Well we are both the fathers, Harry, but-

H: But you are pregnant

R: Yes, I just told you

H: Wizard can do that?

R: Yes, Harry, sometimes I forget you grew up in muggle-

H: Wizard can do that.

S: Darling I'm home! Why is Harry kneeling on the floor? Why is he not blinking? Is he okay? Hey? Harry?

R: I think I just broke him

S: Oh no! Can we get a refund?

R: Sirius, this is serious!

S: Pft

R: Shut up!

H: Wizard can, wizard can do that.

S: Do what? Shutting up?

R: Sirius!

S: What?

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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The Day Harry Potter Broke

Mpreg Wolfstar and a very confused fourth year Harry Potter

H: So you are pregnant, and Sirius is the father?

R: Well we are both the fathers, Harry, but-

H: But you are pregnant

R: Yes, I just told you

H: Wizard can do that?

R: Yes, Harry, sometimes I forget you grew up in muggle-

H: Wizard can do that.

S: Darling I'm home! Why is Harry kneeling on the floor? Why is he not blinking? Is he okay? Hey? Harry?

R: I think I just broke him

S: Oh no! Can we get a refund?

R: Sirius, this is serious!

S: Pft

R: Shut up!

H: Wizard can, wizard can do that.

S: Do what? Shutting up?

R: Sirius!

S: What?

#harry potter #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #mpreg #fourth year #hogwarts #sirius x remus

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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I Hate You and The Restricted Section

One morning at the Eighth Year's table, after Harry Potter (once again) had an argument with Draco Malfoy.

H: I hate you, Draco!

D: Are you sure, Potter?

H: Well, no, but I still don't like you!

D: Shame, even though I fancy you so much.

H: Really?

D: Of course not, Potter. We want each other dead, remember? *gets up and leaves*

H: Oh... *follows after him* *mumbles* I don't want you dead, though.

D: *hears it* *walks faster* *also mumbles* Gosh why are you so adorable

Hermione, Pansy, and Ron watching this interaction happens

H: *whispers* I wish they'd just hurry up and confess to each other, already!

P: *whispers back* I agree, Granger. Really, all of this is too much for my heart.

R: Too much for your heart!? Did you have to listen to Harry talking about Malfoy all day? Did you have to make suggestion which cologne he should wear so Malfoy would notice it? Did you have to accompany him for hours looking for the best Christmas gift for his precious Draco? Did you? Did you!?

Headmistress McGonagall: Please sit down, Mr. Weasley, and no, we don't, but we could sympathize.

R: I-yes, headmistress.

Bonus:

A day later, a mysterious magic is causing a very blushing Harry Potter holding the hand of equally (if not more) blushing Draco Malfoy. Only headmistress McGonagall and the book in the restricted section of the library knows the exact spell.

Madam Pince might have helped her, but she will not confess to such thing. The boys were misusing the library for their definitely not cute meeting and messing around her sacred place, she just wanted them to disappear so she would have peace and quiet again. That's all. And hey, it's not her fault that all Potters are hopeless at love.

Harry eventually finds out the spell to undo it, curiously from his Godfather who is laughing through the firecall. When he asks what's wrong, Sirius only laughs again and wipes tears from his eyes.

S: Oh nothing's wrong, Harry, I just suddenly miss Pince so much.

Harry doesn't understand, neither does his new boyfriend.

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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I really like reincarnation Drarry so here's a quick meeting-fic

Draco Han is a British-Korean mix, and he goes to one of Japan high school in the middle of nowhere so there's no way, absolutely no way he would ever meet-

"Hey, Draco-chan, you should meet the new kid, Hoshikawa Harry! I heard he's half Indian! Doesn't that make you two, like, two halves? Tehee"

Except of fucking course there is.

Draco's path didn't cross Hoshikawa's for a week, meaning he succeeded to avoid the new kid.

Well, until now, anyways.

They meet at the school's Sport Festival. Honestly, Draco didn't see it coming, but then, of fucking course Hoshikawa would be playing soccer for his class.

Standing face to face as captains, Draco sees Hoshikawa Harry-no-he sees the exact copy of Harry Potter after so many nights dreaming of those bright green eyes and messy black hair for the first time.

Hoshikawa runs his fingers through his curls, revealing a lightning bolt scar right where Draco knows it would be, and he succumbs to falling in love with his arch-rival for the second time.

Thank God there's no snake obsessed noseless serial killer this time. Just soccer, summer, and science. Oh, and Hoshikawa Harry, because they are the two halves of the story.

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can-i-just-say-this · 4 years

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me at 14: I cant wait till im in college I have so many plans for life and nothing can stop me :)

Me now: Mm. Me hungey. Me eat macdonal. French frie. Frenchffrie. French frie.

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Love and Lightning

Draco Malfoy, the famous author of the poetry book 'Thunderstorm' is on Leanne's 'Wizard Wheeze' right this moment and Harry tells himself it's an accident that he's listening to it on wireless. He almost believes himself, but the tempus he set earlier that day would beg to differ.

L: 'Most days I convice myself that I'm not in love with you. Then some days I see lightnings and thunderstorms, and I let you in.' Now, Draco, I'm not going to lie to myself, all of your poems are wonderful, but this one-

D: *Laughs* Oh get on with it, Leanne, I know what you're going to ask.

L: That's because everyone has been asking it! Just who is this person?

D: That's a secret and you know it, Leanne. Everyone knows it.

L: *groans* fine, fine. Now, pretty please with cherry on top, will you tell me whether the person knows they are your muse?

D: Nope, they don't. It's a secret even for them, I'm afraid.

L: Noooo! You should tell them! You wrote like, twenty pages of poetry of your seventy eight pages, Draco! They deserve to know!

D: It's impressive you know the exact number.

L: Didn't I tell you? I'm a fan. Wait, no! You're distracting me!

D: Guilty.

L: Listen here, all of your words about them, they're wonderful. I'm sure whoever they are, they're a great person. You'd look good together.

D: Aw, you're the first person who root for me, to be honest.

L: What!?

D: *Laughs* It's a little bit of a forbidden love, that's all.

L: Noooo, you have to tell me the details!

D: Sure, Leanne. We can discuss this over tea and biscuits.

L: Yes! Well, now, listeners, don't be too jealous, alright? I'm sure you'll get your chance too! Speaking of, I heard that you will hold a book signing soon, Draco! When and where that will be? I need to know!

D: Alright, alright. Calm down, Leanne. It's-

Harry tunes the wireless out. He spins the book in his hand, the famous 'Thunderstorm' book. He is not obsessed. No, Ron, he's just confused. He just doesn't understand.

Seventeen days ago, Harry was shocked that his school rival had become famous of his latest poetry book.

Actually, Draco Malfoy was already famous for his various Upgraded and Invented Potion books, but that was precisely why his poetry book had been a pleasant surprise to The Wizarding World. Well, at least pleasant for everyone except Harry.

Since when the git had enough heart to write bleeding words like 'Love and Lightning?'

And why does he even care?

Oh, don't open that door.

Harry groans to himself. Right, of course he's obsessed. Madly so. But hey, they're friends, now. Surely Harry can ask Draco himself?

Except Draco didn't even tell him that he was writing the damned poetry collection.

Hermione was not surprised at all when Harry came at her with the newly-bought book. She was surprised that Harry didn't know, though. And isn't that appalling?

Maybe Harry can't ask, after all. It's a secret, everyone knows it.

For the eleventh time that week, and no, Harry is not counting, he reads the twenty pages of Love and Lightning chapter Draco had written in his sodding pretty papers.

And it just doesn't make sense.

Love should remind you of goodnight sleep, or peaceful morning, or beautiful sunset. Not a freaking lightning. At least, that's what Harry thought.

He thinks of Draco's softest touch on his hair before he goes to bed, and he will have a goodnight sleep.

He thinks of Draco's little giggles in the morning, and then he'll feel at peace for the whole day.

He thinks of Draco when he sees sunset from his window, how it would add spark of color in Draco's grey eyes, on his platinum hair, his fair skin.

The point is, there's just no sense in this world that a lightning would remind you of the person you love. Not unless they got a freaking lightning bolt scar on their head, anyways.

Oh? Oh!

Oh Merlin.

Harry laughs to himself. Five minutes later, he wakes his owl, receives a rather vicious glare from Hedwig in return, and begs her to send a letter to Draco Malfoy.

Ten minutes after his futile begging and getting Sirius' owl to send his letter instead, much to his Godfather's amusement, the letter is sent.

As much as I like lightning and thunderstorms, I'd rather spend a sunset with you instead. Meet me?

-your scarhead

There's no any charm that could sufficiently protect Draco's ears from Leanne's squealing. Draco covers his ears helplessly, staring at his overjoyed tea partner. Leanne squeals again at him, waving Harry's letter in her hand excitedly. Draco just smiles and sips his tea. If there's a light blush on his cheeks, he could blame it on the chilly afternoon.

A lightning could be seen in the background, but Harry and Draco would later apparate to the beach near William Weasley's cottage, sharing a sunset over a pile of foods Dobby had prepared in frenzy.

Harry doesn't need to imagine Draco running delicate fingers over his hair to help him sleep that night.

After Harry fell asleep, Draco kisses his forehead softly, right on his famous lightning bolt scar. It's a wonder that Harry Potter is the last person to figure out Draco's poetry, what with the obvious wording. Even Ron figured it out the first day the book came out. Draco shakes his head and looks at his boyfriend-boyfriend!-fondly.

'Goodnight, scarhead.'

Draco sees a lightning over Harry's window, and he smiles. He doesn't have to get through every thunderstorm alone from now on, after all.

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