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duckofglitter · 5 years

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First fic - Start of the happy memories

Okay. Here we go. This is my first fic ever, and I'm so scared and excited at the same time. But here it is now. Please know that this is also my first story ever in English so it might be crappy.

And I would also like to note that this is for you @bixgirl1 and @l0vegl0wsinthedark I don’t know if you will see this or not, but you guys are so funny and amazing and inspired me to do this so thank you! I love both of your fics (also those you’ve made together) and laughed my ass off yesterday when reading your dialogue of Malfoy/Potter. Keep doing what you are doing. ❤️

Title: Start of the happy memories

Author: duckofglitter

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Draco and Harry were standing in a quiet classroom in the middle of the night. It was abandoned a long time ago from teaching, and old desks were stacked against the back wall. The blackboard was ruined, and the old candles didn't even lit anymore. It was the only place where they came to talk about the past, mainly because they knew they wouldn't get disturbed there. No one else used it anymore, and they never went there otherwise either.

Draco was leaning against the wall and this time listened to Harry talking about his days in the forest hunting the Horcruxes. Draco knew that those were such painful memories, so he was surprised when Harry had told him that he wanted to talk about them. But Draco would never say no to Harry when it came talking about the past. Even if Harry didn't say it out loud, Draco knew he was the only person Harry shared those memories, and he was well aware that if Harry didn't get to clear his head, he would get really anxious and withdrawn.

Draco awoke from his thoughts when he heard Harry's voice cracking. Harry wrapped his arms around himself, and Draco saw Harry shaking viciously. Draco felt like he was no use here, Draco didn't know anything he could say to comfort Harry, so he just tried to swallow his anxiety. Feeling defeated Draco bit his lower lip and worked really hard to come up with something to say. But suddenly in the middle of his thinking process, Harry turned to look straight into his eyes, and Draco felt a lump in his throat. The green eyes were glistering from tears, and they showed so many emotions at once that it made Draco feel overwhelmed. And at that moment when Draco saw the pure pain in those emerald green eyes, he knew he was desperately falling in love with the dark-haired man, and he just couldn't deny it anymore.

He was able to deny it for a long time from himself even if his so-called friends teased him about the looks he was casting in Harry's direction. Draco promised himself a long time ago that after getting rejected in the first year, he would bury all his feelings for this man and make sure he would hate him with all of his heart. But he could never be made that come true. Even when he got the dark mark, he still thought about the messy black hair and how the worry lines in Harry's forehead made the scar look all crooked the way that hurt Draco's heart. When he recognized those same eyes at the mansion, he knew without asking that he would lie. He couldn’t give him away, even if that meant he would lose his family.

He always had a broken heart because of Harry and with time he was able to hide his emotions under the surface. But when in the eight-year Harry had offered his hand to him and asked for a new start, Draco almost started crying in that exact moment. They grew close in a short time, Harry somehow became the only person Draco could trust. After all, he had gone through the same and probably worse. And with time the thick walls started to melt away. He laughed, cried and talked with Harry and felt more relaxed than he has felt in a long time.

There were still times when the heartache came back when the love tried to escape from its cage. And when it happened Draco always stepped back and took some distance from Harry. He saw the pain in those beautiful eyes when he walked past him without a word, and it definitely didn’t make anything any easier. But Draco was scared, and he didn’t want to lose Harry. Part of him was better than none of him.

And now when all the memories came with force into his mind, he just couldn’t hide the feelings away anymore. He sobbed quietly and let the tears fall. The green eyes changed quickly to worried, and Harry stepped closer to Draco. Harry was always the one who took care of others before himself. And now when there was no chance to run away, Draco just tried to hide against the wall. “Draco,” Harry said to him in a soft voice. “What’s wrong?” Strong hands took Draco’s own and squeezed gently.

“You wouldn’t understand. You are going to be so mad, and I won’t see your beautiful smile ever again or hear that voice of yours. I won’t be able to look those sparkling emerald eyes that take my breath away every time I look at them or dream about those cherry lips. I will lose you, and I don’t want that because you are the only person that matters to me, you are only one who accepts me as me. And it’s so bloody hard to not to kiss you”. Words started coming from Draco’s mouth unintentionally, and it didn’t stop until Harry put the finger on Draco’s lips. Draco gasped when he realized what he had said and suddenly didn't dare to look at Harry. There were a few long minutes that passed in silence and Draco was so sure that Harry would walk away and never come back.

But when Draco felt a warm body against his own, he was caught by surprise and lifted his head to look at Harry. The man was smiling sadly and wrapped his arms around Draco. "If I just have known that you think that way, I would 've done this a long time ago." And before Draco could say a thing, Harry was pressing those round lips against his. The kiss was gentle, and Draco whimpered against the other man's lips. It tasted like salt and something sweet that Draco didn't quite recognize. And Draco's heart was exploding from all the mixed emotions. He was so confused but also so happy, and the love just flowed through his veins, and he let it. He was not hiding it anymore.

When the kiss ended Draco noticed he was clinging to Harry with all of his force. He flushed a bit and started to let go, but Harry gripped him tightly and pressed their bodies together. Wiping the tears off from Draco's cheeks Harry said gently "Would you repeat those words for me later and please don't cry that time? And if you ever feel like kissing me again, just do it okay? I definitely won't mind as long as you promise to be mine." Draco blinked few times confused, but when he realized what Harry meant he sobbed and pulled him for another kiss with a broad smile on his face.

After that, the classroom was no more a place for opening old wounds but making new happy memories with each other. (You all know what I mean when it's those two *grin*)

#new fic #first fic #drarry #harry x draco #draco malfoy #harry potter

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duckofglitter · 5 years

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OMG this continues! I was just scrolling through my Facebook and ran to an article about this day where as many people as possible should wear “slutty” clothes. The purpose is to go against the slut-shaming and make sure that more people will understand that the way somebody dresses is not an excuse to say something harmful.

And if somebody doesn’t know what the term means, it basically means that often women’s clothes gets sexualized and this day is supposed to be an act against this.

Yaaaas!

Equal rights 🏳️‍🌈

Okay this is probably gonna be long one but this is important topic so please, just please read this through.

So yesterday I ran to an article, more specifically an interview where a principal of an elementary school were interviewed about bullying. She talked about twelve year old kids and their sexuality. She literally said that when a girl or a boy picks up the courage to admit she/he likes girls/boys is situation where she/he begs to be bullied. Oh. I know right?

And she tried to rationalize this with the “fact” that people with different sexuality than heterosexual wears different clothes and that might scare and disgust these “normal” people and OF COURSE people will treat other people the way they feel. Last time I checked I didn’t get to, I didn’t even want to say anything mean or harmful even if the person I talked to wasn’t my favorite person in the world.

This is freely translated citation from the article: “It makes the person who gets treated badly for difference feel that it is bullying and discrimination even if the person has kind of sought for the attention.”

And when asked what’s the clothing like in these cases where it supposedly scares other people she answered that it can be slutty. Okay. First of all, it is not okay to say about anyone’s clothing that it is slutty but especially when the person is twelve years old. Second of all why the heck do we care how anyone dresses?!

I’m like really mad about this. And the thing is that there is too many people who thinks similarly with this principal. And the big problem really is that we live in the world where we have create the word normal for heterosexuality. And I hope from all of my heart that it can someday be changed.

I hope this opened some eyes for this issue.

With love Ann 💕

#equality #equal rights #progress #clothes #style

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duckofglitter · 5 years

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Equal rights 🏳️‍🌈

Okay this is probably gonna be long one but this is important topic so please, just please read this through.

I hope this opened some eyes for this issue.

With love Ann 💕

#equality #equal rights #this #is #a #big #problem #please #reblog

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duckofglitter · 5 years

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Writer’s block

Anyone else? There’s probably too many of us who is currently struggling with this issue. And god damn it’s frustrating! My mind is exploding right now with all the things I would like to say and write down. I have so many posts I would like to make but I just can’t spit the words out. And there is also so many ideas for fics I would definitely like to write but I just don’t know where to start.

I’ve been here for a long time just reading and exploring in the background but I feel like that now is my time to shine with all the glorious diamonds that are already shining brighter than the sun! So please, share your thoughts if you’re struggling with me or you can also give me some ideas of fics you would like to read! I’ll try my best.

#writers #writing #writer's block #new blog

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duckofglitter · 5 years

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I never imagined I would love drarry in muggle world this much, my poor heart 💘

Draw Us

~okay, so apparently my super crappy drarry sick muggle au somehow was actually decent. so, this is my attempt at part 2. again, sorry if this is bad or anything - I really can’t do fluff!!~

Tagging: (just people who seemed interested in it in Part 1) @stevecarlsbergstolemycookies @shelbylpierson @slytherwitches @princessofweirdos @thatmadwomaninthelibrary @scarheaded-ferret @blackpinkdolan

He was honestly getting tired of Harry’s fussing.

Two days, shut up in the house, lying in bed as Harry brought him tea and toast and generally spoiled him. He wasn’t allowed out of bed, wasn’t allowed to do anything but sit in bed and stare at the ceiling, while Harry played on his phone.

It was driving Draco crazy, having Harry this close, and yet so far.

It was small things - the careful way he stirred the sugar into Draco’s tea (four tablespoons and a splash of milk), the sunlight gleaming in his hair as he adjusted the blinds, the feeling of his wrist against Draco’s face as he checked his temperature. He wished he had his sketch pad, wished he was good enough to translate this feeling into something tangible.

Draco scowls at the heat in his cheeks. It’s the fever, he tells himself. It’s the fever.

He almost sighs with relief when he hears the door open, Harry’s steady footsteps filling the room. Draco props himself up on unsteady elbows, rolling his eyes as Harry sets the tray down and rushes over to slide pillows underneath him. “For the last fucking time, Potter. I’m okay.”

Harry just shrugs, adding liberal amounts of sugar to Draco’s tea. “Who says I’m doing this for you? I’m getting paid for this, doorknob.”

Draco glares down at the mug proffered to him. “Tea? Again? Why?”

Harry smiles, holding the mug out until Draco takes it, his fingers brushing against Draco’s. “Because. When you’re sick, you lose a lot of fluids. You need to keep hydrated, otherwise it’s harder to recover.”

Draco groans. “Who told you that?”

Harry shrugs. “Fucking Wikipedia.”

Draco arches his eyebrow, letting the warmth of the tea seep into his chilled fingers. “You’re fucking Wikipedia?”

“Is that jealousy I detect?”

With an eye roll, Draco sips the tea, the sweetness overcoming the budding headache. He stretches, his back cracking, warm and comfortable in his bed, as Harry lets his gaze fall over his room.

It’s very messy. Pads of paper lying on the ground, paint and watercolor stacked on boxes, pencils and things of ink on top of crumpled sweaters and socks. Harry sighs, rubbing the back of his neck (Draco trying not to peak at the small sliver of skin where his shirt rode up) “I would clean this up but - “

“Yeah.” With a smile, Draco places the empty mug on his nightstand. “That’s like…third date territory. We might as well be dating.”

It’s meant to be an offhand comment, but Harry flushes and looks down. Draco curses, his insides shriveling up. He had hidden that part of himself for so long, the only secret that his parents did not know, and here he was, vomiting out all of his wishes to Harry. He shakes his head, cursing himself. “Oh, shit, sorry Harry, I - “

Harry interrupts him, pulling out a random sketchbook. “Can I see?”

Draco feels like he’s on the edge of a cliff, staring down into emerald green waters as the waves beat against the shore. It’s oddly intimate, letting Harry see his drawings, almost like handing Harry the key to his mind and letting him rummage through. Harry hesitates, quickly setting the book down. “Oh. Sorry. I-I mean I don’t have too, I was just…curious.”

Draco takes a deep breath and jumps. “It’s fine. You can look.” He winces. “They’re…um. They’re pretty crappy. Some of them, anyways.”

Harry just glances at him, green eyes meeting silver. “How could I think that anything you do is crappy?”

It’s as if he’s swallowed something. A lump appears in his throat, suffocating him, as Draco forces a tiny smile. It’s lost, though, as Harry sits next to him, crossing his legs underneath him, and opens the sketchbook.

The first page is nothing, just a few splotches of ink and a streak of charcoal. The pages are yellowed, slightly wrinkled, as Harry flips the page.

It’s mainly sketches, a bottle, a champagne glass, broken glass and the night sky. There are other things too - intertwined hands and fingers through hair and bodies pressed together, all spines and legs and necks.

Harry stops on one page, a small drawing of two people kissing. It’s blurry, a smear of lead, but it’s obvious that they’re two boys, dark hair mixing with light, against a wall, snow coming down in buckets around them. “When did…when did you draw this?”

Draco shrugs. “Don’t know. Can’t be bothered to put a date.”

He swallows, hard, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. His face is set, teeth worrying at his lip, and Draco’s heart leaps into his throat. Please, let him be okay, don’t make him go, please let him be okay.

The silence stretches, thick and heavy, like strings of golden syrup on a hot day. He tastes blood in his mouth, and realizes that he’s bitten through his cheek, copper filling his mouth, and Draco curses. “You know.”

Harry looks up. “Know what?”

Draco sighs. “Oh, don’t bullshit me Harry. You know what…what I feel. Anyone who looks at this knows what I feel.”

Harry’s voice is too light, too careful. “What exactly do you feel?”

“I…” Draco closes his eyes. “Goddamn it. I’m not good with words, Harry. If I could just draw it - “

He feels a pencil being pressed into his hand, Harry’s face still emotionless. “Then draw it, Draco.”

So he does.

It’s small things, dozens of sketches. Mugs of tea, sugar spread over the table, splotches of milk and jam and cream. An empty house, the silence that presses down, the disapproval and the glares. Rooftops, nights spent talking and laughing. He draws the sunset, the first time they met, and the sunrise, the first time they actually stopped to talk. He draws a narrow bed, a dark haired boy next to a light haired boy, and he draws the way their hands touch. He draws laughter and contentment, swear words intertwined like fingers, and he draws a pair of silver eyes, catching onto a pair of green ones. An entire page of this, small details, his entire heart spilled out in lead on paper.

Draco holds his breath as he hands the paper to Harry. “This. This is what I feel.”

There’s silence again, agonizing and unending, and then Harry sighs, puts the paper down and kisses Draco.

It’s a soft kiss, a brushing of lips, Harry’s fingers coming up to tangle in Draco’s hair. It’s light, careful, spider silk in the wind, and Draco is smiling against Harry’s lips as he kisses him again and again, sunlight spilling down on them.

When they finally break apart, Harry’s eyes are wide, his hands brushing over his own lips. “I never thought….”

Draco shakes his head. “Me neither.”

Harry smiles. “I thought you were straight.”

Draco raises an eyebrow, unable to keep the grin off his face. “I always knew you were gay.”

Harry whacks him with a pillow, laughing, as Draco pulls him down again into another kiss. “Next time, I’m drawing this.”

Harry closes his eyes. “Next time, draw us.”

#drarry

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