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Harry James Potter core

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Reminiscing

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"Okay, this one."

Lily's irate frustration was a nearly tangible crackle in the perfumed air of the boutique. Draco glanced up over the rim of his spectacles.

"Absolutely not," he said calmly.

Lily's fists balled up in the skirt of the slinky, forest green dress she wore. Thousands of shimmery little beads were sewn into the light, clingy fabric. The slit ran all the way up to mid-thigh and the halterneck straps were beaded strings.

"Why." Lily's question sounded from between grit teeth.

"Turn around," Draco said flatly.

A moment of hesitation, and then Lily spun around to reveal her back, exposed from neck to tail bone.

"Absolutely not," repeated Draco, looking back down into his phone, typing out an email with one forefinger, painstakingly slow.

"It's a dress. You want me to buy a dress. This is a dress."

"I want you to be respectably dressed for your seventeenth birthday party," Draco replied without looking up. "You're coming of age, yes, but you will do so whilst dressed as you ought to be."

"As I ought to be," Lily repeated scornfully.

"As a Potter-Malfoy ought to be."

"Why can't a Potter-Malfoy wear something like this?"

"We don't go out in public half-naked."

"This is a floor length gown."

"The whole length of your left leg is on display, as is the entirety of your back." Draco glanced up once more. "Your whole back. You're practically naked."

Lily"s clenched jaw shifted as she gnashed her teeth some more. With forced calm, she said, "Papa, I do not want to be wearing some sort of Victorian ballgown for my seventeenth birthday party."

"More's the pity. But no, definitely not this one either."

"I can wear a jacket over it." Lily raised one eyebrow when Draco looked up again. "I want a leather jacket."

Draco snorted, shaking his head. "I don't think so."

"Dad said I could get one."

"Your dad is an idiot."

"I want one like his."

"Absolutely not. He's a lunatic with a flying motorcycle. You don't want everything he has, trust me."

"It's just a bloody leather jacket, Papa, please!" Lily actually stomped one booted foot, her voice rising shrilly.

"I'm used to strops, darling, I invented them," Draco said, completely unbothered. "Besides, what would your grandmother say. She would faint."

"She told me to get the jacket in black." When Draco looked up in genuine surprise, Lily went on, "She said black would go best with her opal earrings that she's having reset in silver for my birthday present."

Draco stared at her over his spectacles as she stood glaring back at him, hands on her hips.

Then the bell above the door tinkled merrily, and Harry's voice filled the silence of the stylish little boutique as he exchanged cheerful pleasantries with the owner.

Reaching breaking point, Lily shrieked, "DAD!"

"I will not tolerate that sort of screaming in a public--," Draco started.

"Green, eh?" Harry said, walking into the private area Draco had reserved for the afternoon, his own boots loud on the wooden flooring.

"Because I have your eyes," Lily said in her most honeyed voice. "Grandma's eyes."

"Good choice, Lils," Harry said affectionately, sitting down on the plush sofa next to Draco before carefully picking through the collection of truffles set out in little crystal bowls.

"You haven't looked at the dress very closely," Draco said, voice tight.

"Oh?" Harry popped a hazelnut truffle into his mouth, straightened his glasses a bit, and leaned back, crossing ankle over knee. "Let me do that, then." A pause, and then, "She looks great!"

Draco twirled one forefinger through the air, motioning for Lily to spin. "She's half-naked."

"It's the trend now or something," Harry said, shrugging and scratching carelessly through his beard.

"I want to wear it with a leather jacket, Dad," Lily said hastily. "A black leather jacket. One like yours."

Harry grinned, roughing up his hair as was his wont. "Like Sirius'. Yeah, why not? Let's get you one."

"Harry."

Draco's lips were very thin as he pulled of his glasses and turned the full force of his displeasure onto Harry.

"Don't," said Harry. "We said she could pick her own outfit."

"The Minister's going to be at the party," Draco said tightly.

"Doubt he cares, honestly," Harry said, eating more chocolate. "Besides, it's Lily's day."

"I don't like to be ganged up against," Draco said, teeth gleaming white on a forced, very dangerous smile.

"Babe, we're not ganging up--," Harry started.

"Where is James?" Draco said suddenly, raising his voice over Harry's.

"My ears are burning," James drawled, sauntering in. Draco turned in his seat to look at him, his mouth slightly open.

James' hair was a bright, lemon yellow where it stood in a carefully styled, vertical mass on his head. The sides had been shaved down close to the scalp and dyed green.

Draco could only splutter in apoplectic dismay at the sight.

"What are you supposed to look like?!" he finally managed to ask.

James shrugged, scratching behind one pierced ear. "Dad thinks it looks cool."

Draco whirled around in his seat, now glaring violently at Harry. "He was supposed to get a haircut that's also suitable for school."

"He's still on summer break," Harry said.

"His head looks like a bloody sunflower!" Draco said. "Harry, you had one job--"

But Lily was now cackling loudly at James, who in turn stood grinning proudly, hands in his pockets, fourteen years old and sincerely unbothered about a single opinion that wasn't his own. Harry couldn't help grinning, too, but he quickly moved closer to Draco and took one of his hands with both his own.

"Babe, we've talked about this," he murmured gently. "This is one of those times you need to let go. Remember how we talked about letting go?"

"She's seventeen, and he looks someone cracked an egg on his head," Draco seethed.

Harry leaned forward and kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"How about lunch at the Ritz?" he asked gently.

"And then we buy me a black leather jacket," Lily said, hitching up the skirt of her dress and stomping loudly back to the changing room.

"Life was easier when I was seventeen," Draco muttered darkly, glaring at where their son was inspecting a rack of dinner jakcets.

Harry grinned again. "Yeah. A war, a megalomaniac. I really miss those days."

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#drarry #drarry dads

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Bad moon :")

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin

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Harry and Draco

#harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy

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your baby harry.. i am devastated.. he is soooo cute and precious 😭 thinking about baby harry who has uncontrollable powerful magic (for a baby) and he's laughing happily while everyone is going ?!?!!?! cause they don't know what to do (like jack jack in the incredibles)

This is adorable OMG I love powerful baby Harry being a little goofball i think Sirius would have a blast 😂 and thank you!!

#wolfstar #baby harry

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REPOST 2

Again if you have seen this before pls ignore I’m just trying to report all my old drarry drawings before posting my new ones

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry

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Craving wolfstar lately 🐺✨

#wolfstar

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Wait wait wait what about wolfstar…with baby Harry?!? I might die if he was 1/1000th as cute as baby Scorp though. Hmm. Could be dangerous.

I could not resist this ask omg wolfstar daddies have my HEART 😭😭😭😭😭

#wolfstar

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Owlpost Art Claim: Distracted for @ladderofyears

Draco's just a little distracted. Nothing to see here.

#harry potter #drarry #drarry fanart #draco malfoy

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middle aged harry is prob the keanu reeves of the wizarding world. handsome guy, kinda shaggy looking these days, but cool because he doesn't try to be. very unassuming. kind to everyone. a little bit weird. widely beloved.

#harry potter

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Here’s a painting practice piece i had for a bit plus a bonus one that i cant bring myself to finish 😅

The unfinished bonus ⬇️

The ref ⬇️ by j.c leyendecker!

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A little rough silly comic with Harry helping Draco out with infant scorp :)

#drarry

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Love seeing your wolfstar posts. Are you still doing the drawing challenge? If so I want to see if you could do our gay dogs as D2? I like seeing them snuggle.

A little backwards hug snuggle coming right up!

Thank you for liking my little wolfstar doodles, and thank you also for waiting so so long!!

And that completes all of Pose Meme doodles I’ll be drawing!! Sorry if I didn’t get to yours, there were just a lot and I had to cut it off at some point 🫶✨

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin

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“Do whatever you want, Potter,” Draco rasps, his throat dry as parchment.

“Really?” Potter looks genuinely pleased. “Whatever I want? Even this?” Draco hadn’t noticed the thick arm encircle his waist and so when Potter jerks them flush together, Draco’s gasp is partly of shock. - Moon-Eyed, loveglowsinthedark on AO3

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Another fanfic fanart as well...I literally have this fic saved on my kindle, it is always such a delight to read and was one of the first that got me into Drarry many years ago. Werewolf Harry is classic and is handled so well in this fic, but Veela Draco is also interesting to me. I wanted to experiment with his face designs/see what kind of beautiful he could be...and of course draw tall suave Harry >_>

#drarry

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Sons 🤲

#drarry #drarry fanart #harry james potter #draco lucius malfoy

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harry is not immune to impulse

(I just realized that Harry’s glasses in the second photo doesn’t have a stem… I deleted the OG artwork too…)

#draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #drarry art

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Harry Oblivious Potter

You are invited to the wedding of

Dean & Seamus

Harry widened his eyes at the envelope. They're getting married?!

He called Ron immediately, although in retrospect he should have dialed Hermione instead since her husband never did grasp the muggle technology.

"Hello?" Thankfully it didn't take the pureblood too long to pick up.

"Oi, mate! Did you know that Seamus and Dean are getting married?!"

"Yeah! Mione and I got the invitation not long ago. Bloody about time, eh?"

"What, you knew??" There was a pause on the other side.

"Harry, mate... You're joking, right?"

"I didn't know they were dating... Bloody hell, didn't even know they were gay!"

"Merlin's beard, Harry... They've been together since sixth year! You really didn't notice?? That's another bloody level of obliviousness, even from you." Potter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Wait, but- didn't Dean date Ginny?"

"Yeah, he's bisexual. You should know that, don't you have a... What's it called? A gay-dar."

"I- what? Why would I? I'm straight." Silence. "Ron?"

"Fuck's sake, Harry..."

Before he could ask anything, he heard a "What's going on?" from the distance.

"Harry thinks he's straight." Hurried footsteps.

"Harry James Potter! Get your arse here right now!" He nearly shrinked, Hermione was scary, sometimes. "What do you mean you're straight?! You painfully pined after Malfoy for a bloody year!"

"I- what?! Draco? I did not!"

"God help me. I don't have the patience for this. Think about it and call me back when you grow a brain," she hung up. Harsh.

He didn't fancy Malfoy, did he? I mean, the bloke was fit, sure. He looked elegant with his lean figure, long thin fingers, pale marble skin that contrasted with the soft black clothes, piercing blue eyes that held more emotion than the Slytherin wished to portray... But that didn't mean anything.

To be fair, he missed his rival. But just because he was bored. He missed the insults, the way his blood started boiling each time the other boy was around. He missed the feeling on his chest after every aristocratic Pottah. The smirk that followed. The- fuck.

Potter dialed the phone again, this time ringing the muggleborn.

"Hello?"

"Mione... I think you're right."

"Took you long enough." Ron could be heard chuckling in the background.

He really was oblivious.

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