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#Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

iamnmbr3 · 2 days

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7 most unhinged canon drarry moments

Harry calling Draco his arch nemesis just a few months after Lord Voldemort tried to murder him for the second time but also immediately thinking that he kinda misses him

Harry getting hit in the head by a piece of luggage because he got so distracted by the sight of Draco changing that he didn’t notice someone swinging a large object at his face

Harry lying to the Order and Magical Law Enforcement to obfuscate Draco’s crimes at the end of sixth year

Voldemort immediately assuming Draco has gone looking for Harry when he goes missing during the Battle of Hogwarts…and being right

Narcissa assuming Harry will know where Draco is and if he’s still alive…and being right

Lucius getting mad at Draco in book 2 because he has spent the entire summer talking nonstop about Harry Potter

Harry forgetting about the time Voldemort possessed and nearly murdered Ginny but remembering every item he saw Draco look at in Borgin and Burkes 4 years previously

#This ship is so accidentally canon it’s ridiculous. Fics are literally subtler #Harry Potter #hpdm #harry potter/draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #Draco Malfoy #drarry g #random musings #drarry #drarry in canon #my post

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duchessdulce · 2 days

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“Draco Malfoy might not be a killer, but it turns out he's an effective painkiller. If stopping pain was all Draco's touch did, things might not be so complicated, but either way Harry can't afford to be choosy.”

—Beholden, by Faith Wood

This is a new WIP. The author says the fic is complete and they plan to update weekly. There’s one chapter up right now, and I really enjoyed it! I’m excited to keep reading.

#drarry #draco malfoy #drarry fanfic #harry potter x draco malfoy #drarry recs #harry x draco #hpdm

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gh0stlylace · 3 months

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Harry standing on his bed at home during sixth year,singing into his hair brush as music blasts from his muggle radio: “But I am my father’s daughter, So maybe I can fix him”

James who’s leaning against his door frame watching him with a confused expression: “What do you think he’s singing about?”

Regulus sighing as he stares at the quidditch sweatshirt Harry has on that clearly said “Malfoy” across the back: “Not a clue babe, Let’s go make dinner”

#draco malfoy #harry potter #james potter #jegulus #marauders era #regulus black #remus lupin #drarry #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco x harry #harry x draco #incorrect marauders quotes #incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #dead gay wizards #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter marauders #draco lucius malfoy #draco fanfiction

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lilbeanz · 3 months

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Draco Fancy-Pants Twink Malfoy ft. Harry Simp Potter

#drarry fanart #drarry #hpdm #harry potter x draco malfoy #lilbeanz #lilbeanzart #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp #harry potter fanart

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solitary-pixie · 2 months

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Now I need a drarry fic based off this. Fuck sectumsempra, what if this is the curse Harry put on Draco during 6th year? What then!*!?@*

#fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #sectumsempra #6th year #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #half blood prince #drarry fic idea #solitary-pixie

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phoebe-delia · 5 months

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I Have Never Been Loved Like This Before

Title from the song "Rock Me Gently" by Andy Kim. CW: very very minor injury

Scorpius will know gentle hands waking him in the morning. He will know lullabies sung low and soft in his ear. He'll have careful fingers sealing the bandage on his knees, and lips pressing a healing kiss to his injured skin. He'll wear colorful, soft clothes, have dozens of storybooks, and cuddle with plenty of stuffed animal friends to keep nightmares at bay. He'll never have a rotten Christmas or a lonely birthday. He'll want for nothing, but he'll never take it for granted.

"But most of all," Harry whispered to the pink-cheeked infant in Draco's arms, "I promise, that we will never let you know what it's like to feel unloved. "

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fukomii · 1 year

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Harry confessed to Draco and he didn't deny his feelings for Harry either so, at some point Harry asked for a kiss which Draco was not too ready for (although he really wants it too) 😌💛

#hp drarry #harry potter x draco malfoy #harry x draco #drarry fanart #drarry #fanart #yaoi #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm

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coldemergency · 7 months

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Harry: Let’s play rock paper scissors

Draco: Alright, but if we do the same attack then we have to kiss passionately on the lips

Harry:

Draco: Scared Pottah-

Harry: I’m choosing rock every time-

Draco: Yeah, me too

#harry potter #incorrect quotes #fanfic #harry potter is a menace #hp #fanfiction #drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #bad flirting #they do this shit instead of just kissing #Draco #Malfoy #dmhp

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serenefreakgeekao3 · 3 months

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Gravekeeper!Draco who just wanted to be left alone after the war, who takes a respectable job that no one could disparage, who ends up befriending ghosts who have nothing to fear of him, who ends up forgotten to the world because the news can't drum up anything to blame on him, who has forgotten the warmth of the human touch,

Gravekeeper!Draco who takes his job so seriously that he keeps each tombstone looking pristine, each grave decorated according to their ghost's preference, who measures out the next plot with precision--- who, upon seeing one Harry Potter collecting grave dirt for whatever reason feels compelled to confront him. Because the fact that he's the saviour, the Boy Who Lived, the stupid Scar-Head who was somehow grown taller and broader, doesn't mean that he can just be that rude and not ask for permission first

Draco, who confuses Harry on multiple levels because, 'Wait, this is where you've been the whole time?' and 'Ask permission, how would I even begin-?' with a side of 'When did you get this pretty?'

(the ghosts in the background, gossiping and giggling and scheming of ways to push the two of them together)

#idk just random ideas #i havent been able to sit and dedicate time to writing but i knew id forget this if i didnt get it down #drarry #harry potter x draco malfoy #headcannons #gravekeeper!draco #unspeakable!harry maybe?

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daddiesdrarryy · 6 hours

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Harry: Hey

Ron: Hey, where’s Draco?

Harry: Oh, he’s at the Grimmauld Place, putting up decorations for Pansy’s birthday party tonight

Hermione: And you’re not helping?

Harry: I tried, but apparantly singing “I will survive” in a helium voice is not helping

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duchessdulce · 11 days

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“Are you,” Harry said, and swallowed, “are you fucking with me?”

Draco let out a shivering breath. “No,” he said, and added quickly and worried, “but since we’re being so communicative tonight and given your -- insane and thrilling honesty policy, I thought I should tell you that I’m still not very good at, um, monitoring my emotions or managing anything half-hearted with respect to you, so if you keep this up I’m probably going to fall in love with you, which will be very awkward for everyone involved.”

“Er,” Harry said. “Well. Wouldn’t mind.”

“Oh,” Draco said.

—Nice Things, by Aideomai

Love this fic so much. It’s like a warm hug.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter x draco malfoy #drarry recs #drarry fanfic

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autumnsnuggling · 8 months

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"I Have a Room Here"

Thanks to @stargazing-enby for the screaming, @rei382 for the alpha, and @annanother-thing for the beta!

2.5k words. TW: Minor panic attacks. Draco has anxiety.

“I have a room here,” he blurts out.

He’s in the hallway, making his way out of the building when he sees him entering. Sees his eyes widen in recognition. Sees his carefully constructed world set to crumble around him.

“I— I mean I live here. Now. I’m not here illegally, or doing anything dodgy. While I'm—” His leg jigs. “I— I have a room here and I like it and I can't move, please don't make me.”

He frowns, and it's almost convincing, almost makes him believe he's not just a lion lying in the grass, waiting to pounce.

“I'm not here to make you leave. I have a room here too. I moved in last week. Ask the landlord.” He regards Draco for a moment. “I couldn’t make you move if I wanted to, Draco.” He pauses, as though for effect. Draco’s skin crawls. “And I would never want to do that.”

He knows it's a lie, that it’s just a matter of time, but he nods and scarpers anyway, door slamming too loudly behind him.

“Oh.” Draco claps a hand to his mouth, heart pounding when emerald eyes land on him.

“No, wait—” he calls, and Draco curses the way his entire body freezes.

“You don’t have to leave. Just— come and do your laundry. I’m almost done anyway.”

He can’t keep from chewing his cheek whilst loading the machine. And then his change won’t fit in the slot. And then the air, too humid and sweet and dizzying, starts to close in around him.

“Er, Malfoy—”

“Shut up.”

He can feel him staring, can imagine the self-righteous look, can hear the taunt in his voice.

“I just—”

“No.”

His eyes sting, his fists clench, and the stupid coin keeps hitting the steel slot.

“Please, can I—?”

“Just leave.”

He’s wailing and he knows it, but a moment later there’s a sigh and slow footsteps recede, and he finally takes a shaky breath.

On the next try, the coin clunks into the machine.

“You weren’t in so I signed for your parcel,” he says.

Scowling isn’t polite in these situations, but it’s all he can do right now.

“Th—thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he shrugs slightly. Draco fiddles with a bit of brown tape. “You can look at me, you know. I’m not going to burn your retinas with my ugliness.”

The forced lightness in his voice fails to hide a deeper ring of something, and it’s unmooring. He never used to play games like this, and it makes Draco’s hair stand on end.

“If that’s all…”

There's a beat, but then he sighs heavily. “Yeah, that’s all.”

“Hey, Malfoy, you’re okay.”

He’s not okay, how can he be okay? He can’t find his keys and he dropped his change and his coat is too old so rain’s dripping down his back and there were all these kids and where the fuck are his keys—

“Draco.”

He blinks, bright eyes suddenly there while warmth holds his elbows. Which appear to be shaking.

“I’ve got you, breathe with me, okay?”

He can barely swallow, let alone breathe, but he chases that voice regardless, the praise so kind his knees tremble and ungodly noises crawl up his throat.

“Better?”

Too much time has passed when he asks, and now too much tiredness weighs down each slower, steadier breath. Bronze hands still hold him gently, and he squirms at the wetness on his face.

“I— I have to go.”

His smile is tentative yet blinding, and his ‘Hey,’ is low and private, like they’re sharing a secret instead of passing on the stairs.

“I got your note.” He stops, so Draco has to stop too, right on the stain on the carpet. It looks like a hippo from this angle.

“You’re welcome, Draco.”

It sends shivers down his spine, hearing his name like that, and he sounds so real, so genuine, he can’t stop his eyes from flicking back to his. They’re just as dazzling as ever, and happier than should be humanly possible. He feels his cheeks heat.

“I want you to know, I’ll always help you if I can. So, if you need something, just—” he shrugs, “knock on my door.” Then, when Draco’s brow pinches, as it always does, “I mean it, Draco. I’m not going to make you move. You can trust me.”

And when his voice is so gentle, he really wants to believe him.

“Fuck, sorry.”

Footsteps run towards him as he bends to pick up the apple.

“Apparently one of my shopping bags broke, and, well, decided to attack my neighbours with fruit.”

“Maybe they’re trying to escape your horrendous hair.”

His bark of laughter covers Draco's choke at his reckless words, and Draco's stomach does a weird flippy thing at the sound.

“Maybe.” His grin could light up an entire city. “It’s either that or it’s trying to escape the crumble it’s destined for.”

Crumble. His mouth waters, and from the quirk of his lips, it’s far too obvious.

“You could come over for some, if you wanted?”

“Uh— I— I don’t— Um—”

He chuckles softly, and it shouldn’t sound fond.

“Just think about it,” he says, and there’s that soft, too-beautiful-to-be-real smile making his head spin again. “I’ll save you a bit.”

He swallows hard. “I'm returning your bowl.”

“I can see that,” he grins too easily, lounging against his door frame. “Did you enjoy it?”

Too much. “It was pleasantly surprising.”

The answering laugh curls his toes and flips his stomach. “I'm honoured to receive such high praise.”

“Don't get used to it.”

“Oh, no,” he smirks. “Of course not.”

Draco bites his lip as the silence extends, hands too empty, cheeks growing hot.

“I could make some tea, if you'd like?”

It's quieter than the other requests—more gentle. Devoid of all pressure but cushioned by tentative hope, and Draco begins to want.

“Not yet,” he murmurs, tongue too traitorous for his heart. But he gives a light huff, and through his lashes, Draco glimpses that sugar-sweet smile.

“Okay, not yet.” And it's a promise Draco knows he'll have to keep.

The bass drums through the walls, into his skull, and his fingers clench.

'Get some space. Take a break,' his head whispers. But outside is too dark, and his chest tightens.

'It's just a bad night. Just one party.’ He tells himself, trying to stay calm. Then fails when his thoughts run away from him.

His feet landing in his hall tell him he's moved, as do his shoes, now on his feet, and his jacket in his hand, but he can't tell how they got there. Someone knocks on the door before he reaches it.

“Sorry, I didn't want to startle you,” he says, hair wild enough for birds to nest in and just as cozy. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay with— this.”

He doesn't mean to whimper, or sway on the spot, but another shriek of laughter lances through him and it's so loud it hurts.

“Obvolvere,” he murmurs, and then it's barely there, just a distant thud beneath his feet, and his eyes flutter closed.

“Thank you.”

He says it before he can think through the lingering buzz, but he can't summon the energy to care.

“It's nothing.” His molten emeralds shine only with concern, and for the first time in months, he feels cared for. “Get some sleep, Draco.”

“Wait—” He blinks, panic hissing at the threat of him leaving. “Um, would— would you like— t—tea?”

A slow smile warms him from the inside out.

“I'd love some.”

—

“You should sleep.”

He knows this. Knows from the way his eyes are heavy and itchy and weeping. Knows the disappointment at the idea of letting him leave, the fear of the noise—the gap between them—returning.

“You're one to talk.”

Potter snickers, and it's unfairly pretty. “I'm not the one falling asleep on his sofa.”

“Hmm.” It's all he can say, eyes drifting closed once again.

“C'mon,” he murmurs, and then there's a hand, solid but gentle, at his elbow. “Bed.”

He stumbles willingly into Potter's solid warmth and sighs. Safe.

“I won't come in,” Potter murmurs, chivalrous to the core. “Just wanted you to get some decent rest.”

“Will you—? Um, I mean, when will—? Can we—?” His brow hurts from wrinkling.

“Can I come see how you slept, tomorrow?”

He shivers at the care in his voice.

“Yes.”

He's always kept his word. Draco knows this—scorned him mercilessly for it in a previous life. Yet still his heart leaps, relieved, when Potter smiles at him as he opens his door.

“Hey,” Potter breathes, and butterflies, beautiful and wild, explode everywhere in Draco's chest.

“Hi.“

“A movie I wanted to watch just came out on video,” Potter says. “Want to watch it together?”

Draco barely knows what movies are. He nods immediately.

Potter’s too-bright smile is impossible not to return, Draco’s stomach jumping like the kernels of corn Potter shoves in the microwave. They smell almost as good as him.

“Okay,” Potter soon sits beside him, remote in one hand, bowl of popcorn in another. He flashes Draco another smile, a hint of nerves hiding in the dimples of his cheeks. “I hope you like it.”

He nods, knowing he won’t be able to focus on anything but the warmth coming from just centimeters away.

The buttery smell emanating from the bowl is too alluring, and after Potter’s crunched on a few mouthfuls, it seems socially appropriate to reach for some popcorn too. His fingers brush Potter’s. Electricity crackles on his skin.

“After you,” Potter murmurs, his smile as sweet as the kernels. Draco thinks kissing him would be even sweeter.

His mouth waters at the scent wafting from the oven, and he bites his nails.

The last three haven’t been right—too burned; too flat; too bland. But this one smells dangerously promising.

He still jumps when the timer dings, despite watching the final seconds tick down, and the heat of the oven takes his breath away. But these lemon cupcakes are golden, springy, and perfectly risen.

He flits from the sofa to read, to the radio, to the bathroom to clean whilst waiting for them to cool, then painstakingly slathers on the lemony icing. Once they’re arranged just so on a plate, he sucks in a deep breath, hesitantly walking up the corridor.

“I made cupcakes,” he blurts as soon as the door starts to open, Potter’s face not yet fully in view. Potter’s kind chuckle threatens his already shaky grip on the plate.

“I can see that. They look amazing.” Potter leans forward, inhaling deeply. Draco curses the heat rushing to his cheeks. “I could make some tea for us both, if you want?”

Heart rabbiting in his chest, he nods once. “Y-yes, please.”

Potter’s beam warms him down to his toes.

Cooler air teases at his cheeks, the first hues of autumn painting the leaves. He burrows further into his thick scarf, letting his eyes fall closed.

“You look so cozy,” Potter audibly smiles as scuffed his trainers crunch on the gravel path.

“Not everyone can be a walking radiator,” he snips, knowing the scarf doesn’t hide his smile at Potter’s chuckle.

“Well excuse me for having good circulation and a bit of meat on my bones.” A shoulder knocks into Draco’s, then stays much closer than before. He has to remind himself to breathe.

“You’re not excused.”

Potter’s laugh seems to dance on the breeze, loud, and carefree, and infectious, and Draco wants to bottle the sound; to clutch it close and bask in it. Then the shoulder knocks into him again, and this time long, sure fingers hook around his gloved ones, halting the earth in its path.

“Hmm, what if we get a hot chocolate and a cinnamon bun?” Potter asks, low and private. “Would I be excused then?”

Tentatively intertwining his fingers with Potter’s, Draco forces his voice to stay steady.

“We’ll have to see, won’t we.”

“I should probably get going,” Harry frowns. “Apparently, I have to be up in the morning.”

“However will you cope?” Draco rolls his eyes, his heart sinking slightly all the same.

“Your kind words support me endlessly, did you know?”

Draco pokes his tongue out. Still, the warmth of Harry’s leg pressed against his disappears, and he rushes to stand too. To delay the inevitable. Harry just smiles, slots their fingers together. Squeezes tight.

“I’ll come round tomorrow? After 3?” he asks, standing in front of the open door but facing Draco, emerald eyes sparkling and kind and reassuring.

“After 3,” Draco nods. “And we’ll make pasta?”

“We will,” Harry promises. “I’ve already got the garlic bread.”

“Good.”

The seconds stretch into more, but his grasp on Harry’s hands never wavers, and neither does Harry’s smile. Then those emerald eyes flicker lower, to Draco’s lips, and Draco’s breath stutters.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Draco,” Harry murmurs again, lower this time, closer too. Draco’s vision clouds as Potter creeps into his space. Just close enough for soft, plush lips to brush against his.

Draco just stands, still as a statue, barely breathing.

He manages to gulp as Harry leans back, wanting to melt back against Harry’s lips.

“T-tomorrow.”

“Cuppa?” Harry asks over his book. His hair is mussed from lying down on the sofa. Draco wants to run his hands through it.

“Cuppa,” he says, stretching. “I’ll help.”

A hand finds his, warm and soft, guiding him up from his seat and safely into the kitchen. His grasp feels empty when Harry lets go and moves towards the kettle, but he turns to dig out some mugs anyway. Harry always came back.

There are teabags already plucked from the barrel and waiting when he turns around again, and a hand on the centre of his back tells him Harry’s reaching for a teaspoon, while he gets the milk.

“We make a good team,” Harry murmurs close to his ear, an arm snaking around his waist.

“Hmm. Maybe you’ve just been stalking me,” he whispers back, leaning into him.

“Always,” Harry grins, pressing his lips to his temple.

Warmth. Endless warmth is all he knows as he slowly floats into consciousness.

“Morning, gorgeous,” Harry’s sleep-husky voice rumbles in his ear.

“Mm,” he moans into Harry’s chest, purring when fingers stroke through his hair. “Too early.”

He grumbles when Harry snickers, jostling him unfairly, but then the arms holding him in place tighten around him, and maybe he can forgive the indiscretion.

“So I guess I’m not allowed to go to the toilet yet, either?” Harry asks. Draco wraps his legs more firmly around him.

“Message received,” Harry chuckles again, lips close enough to graze his forehead. Draco sighs approvingly when they stay there; a prolonged kiss.

Long seconds, minutes, or hours later, his hand finds Harry’s jaw, thumbing gently over the stubble that’s grown in, then leans up to capture Harry’s lips with his.

“I really like our room,” he murmurs.

Harry smiles against his lips, giving him another sweet kiss back.

“Me too.”

#autumnsnugglingwrites #my writing #drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #hpdm #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #dmhp #harry potter #draco malfoy

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wolfstardaughter-jj · 2 years

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Y/n: *Yelling and screaming at Harry in Welsh*

Harry: *yelling and screaming back in French*

Fred and Draco: *just admiring them*

Ron to George and Lee: Should we stop them?

George: Nah, we're just getting to the fun part. *Summons popcorn*

Lee:*grabs some popcorn* My money's on Y/n.

George: Oh you're on.

Hermione, sighs: *wondering how she stayed friends with this bunch*

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phoebe-delia · 5 months

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When The Fire Is Out

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: embers.

Harry knows his back will be killing him tomorrow. Lying on the floor this long cannot be good for him. Plus his arm is starting to tingle where Draco's head currently rests, slightly cutting off blood flow. Harry wants to move it, but he can't bear the thought of Draco's head lying on the floor, or worse, Harry accidentally waking him up.

He curls into Draco instead, careful not to jostle him, and eyes the glowing embers in the fireplace. When the fire is out, Harry thinks as his eyes fall shut, I'll take us upstairs.

Harry wakes the next morning, still on the floor in front of the fireplace, back aching. He looks at Draco, messy-haired and clinging to Harry in his sleep, and smiles before falling back asleep.

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