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#drarry is real
Harry: *behaves immaturely*
Draco: *huffs* teenagers..
Pansy: aren't you like one month older than him?
Draco: ...and?
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Draco's phone rings
Draco: Pans, would you tell me who's calling?
Pansy: It's your father. Aw, you still call him daddy, that's so cute ^^
Draco: *grins* *picks the phone up* Hey Harry, what's the matter?
Pansy: *chokes* WTF DRACO
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Draco: Hey Ron can I ask you something ?
Ron: me ? you are asking me ? the one you hate the most
Harry: come on , he doesn't hate you-
Ron: * pulls out a list * do you want me to go alphabetically or ????
Draco: ... yk this is a joke mate , right ?
Ron : THIS WAS A JOKE ? * starts sobbing *
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drarryshipperr · 2 years
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drarry is more of a healthy couple and ship more then dramione is and if you can’t see that then that’s your problem
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amomorii · 2 months
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Happy Valentine's Day!!! Draco is never getting over being Harry's boyfriend, never ever
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iamnmbr3 · 2 months
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Harry: So I chose someone a little bit unusual to go to Slughorn's party with me but-
Ron: Oh no. Oh no. It's happening isn't it? It's actually happening.
Harry: What?
Ron: Is the person very blond?
Harry: Yes.
Ron: With silver eyes?
Harry: Yeah actually. How did you-
Ron: And do they idolize their father and repeat all of his crazy views as fact?
Harry: Yup! You've guessed it! Or did someone already tell you I'm going with- Ron? Are you alright?
Ron: I can't believe it. It happened. It actually happened. Hermione and I saw this coming but oh Merlin.
Harry: What's wrong with taking Luna?
Ron: Luna? .... Oh. Oh. LUNA. LUNA LOVEGOOD.
Harry: Obviously.
Ron: YOU'RE TAKING LUNA LOVEGOOD! THANK GOD!
Harry: ...Yes. Who did you think I meant?
Ron: Nevermind but wow you sure have a type huh?
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writerquil · 2 months
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when I go to a ship page for shits and giggles and so I can laugh and internally pick fun at it only to start shipping it myself
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littlewinnow · 9 months
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How embarrassing Draco 🙄
(I really love those weird character popsicles 😭)
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sawiet · 5 months
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𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦
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daddiesdrarryy · 6 months
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Harry: Wait, so you were in an I Hate Potter club?
Pansy: Yes, Draco and I were
Harry: Who else was in this club?
Pansy: A few Slytherins
Draco: Actually, there was also that exchange student from Beauxbatons, but I don’t think he knew what it was
Harry: Are you serious?
Draco: Look, Harry, I’m sorry, okay? I…I was a stupid kid, okay? The only reason I joined…
Pansy: Founded!
Draco: Founded! Founded the club was because I was insanely in love with you. Obviously I didn’t handle it very well. But if you think about it the I Hate Potter Club was really the I Love Potter Club!
Pansy: And it actually was. He even wrote poems about you
Harry: …
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montysoup · 5 days
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'Can 2 men not just be friends?'
Sure they can, infact it's rude to assume they're anything more than that if they're real-life people. Of course, just because it's rude doesn't mean your wrong but as my dad (and lots of other people I'm sure) likes to say, 'assuming makes an ass out of you and me'.
However if the 2 men in this situation are fictional then them just being friends is entirely up to interpretation.
A straight person might just see them as friends because it's content and we all like to see content that represents us -even if they already have abundances of it.
And a queer person might see them as potential lovers, both due to being more open-minded to something like that and because, as I previously said, people like to be represented.
Now I don't mean to say straight people aren't open minded because, fact is, your sexuality does not define how open you are to things. All I'm saying is a queer person is more likely to already be open-minded due to having to realise their sexuality is different from the perceived 'normal' and having to be accepting of it.
So in conclusion, yeah 2 guys can absolutely only be best pals but that might just be how only you see it, and maybe there's something you need to look deeper into if you're getting upset at people interpreting the relationship of 2 fictional guys as romantic.
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lucius: keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
if only lucius malfoy knew exactly how close his son keeps his enemies
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Harry: Let's play two truths and a lie
Ron: Fine, you start
Harry: I'm gay, I just kissed Malfoy, I got an 'O' in potions today
Ron: ...
Harry: So?
Ron: Bro are you kidding me?
Harry: Er... yes?
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Harry: let's see what we have here * brings out a to do list out of his as- *
To do list: -draco
Harry: welp you gotta do what the to do list says
Draco: Harry for the last time , YOU NEED TO JUST ASK
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drarryshipperr · 2 years
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if drarry isn’t real then explain this draco staring at harry like this at the yule ball their sexual tension in prisoner of azkaban tom and dan shipping their characters together this scene in the half blood prince y’all are blind asf if y’all hate drarry or don’t ship them and don’t believe they love each other
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drarrily-we-row-along · 3 months
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"What?" Harry asked, whined really, squirming a bit in his seat and trying not to feel too pleased. Or rather, trying not to let how pleased he was feeling show on his face.
"What, what?" Draco asked, grinning at Harry as he scooped another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth and continued to look at Harry with that particular gleam in his eyes.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked, grin stealing over his face without his permission. In his lap, his fingers twisted around themselves as his heart fluttered around in his chest.
Fond. So impossibly fond. Looking at Harry like he was absolutely enthralled by his very existence. "Like what?"
Harry opened his mouth, closed it again, and shook his head. He looked down at his hands in his lap, fingers twisting while his heart continued its merry jig. "Like you love me," he murmured, shy and terrified of being too much, of reading too much into the expression on the other man's face, afraid that he was wrong.
"Harry," Draco said, voice light with gentle laughter.
He looked up, couldn't help himself, only to see that Draco's face was still doing that. Draco was still looking at Harry with such delight, such affection, that Harry couldn't breathe with it. His body was going to simply cease to exist, it wasn't possible for him to exist when he felt this loved, when he felt this happy.
"Is that all my face is saying to you?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
He shook his head, looked away, bit his lip to stop the smile that was a product of the warmth that had spread from his chest and up his neck, warm and sweet as honey it filled his limbs, filled his brain, tried to erase his fears and doubts with more success than Harry would like, if he was being honest. Fears and doubts kept him safe, kept him from falling too far, falling too hard, falling into a place from which there was no returning.
"Do you want to tell me what else my face is saying?" he asked, teasing, and Harry ached with it.
He never wanted this moment to end. Never wanted to leave this place, leave this love, leave this perfect, crystalline day. Harry shook his head again, he couldn't say it. He couldn't tell Draco what else he saw on his face because what if he was wrong? What if he was just projecting all of his hopes and his dreams, but it wasn't really how Draco felt?
"I'm so into you," Draco sighed, resting his chin in his hand.
Harry looked up at him, couldn't help it. The smile was too big, too wide, his heart in his mouth ready to just spill his guts for what was surely not the first and hopefully not the last time.
"You're so attractive," he continued, giving Harry the words that he so longed to hear. "I love getting to spend time with you. I love when you look like this."
"Like what?" Harry asked, wondering what Draco saw when he looked at him, wondering if Harry said as loudly with his face and with his body that Draco was loved, was cherished. He wondered if Draco knew that he always wanted to be with him; always wanted to hold his hand, to cuddle on the sofa, to eat meals together, to tease him and make him laugh, to hold him when he was sad. "What do I look like?"
"Like you know you're loved," Draco said simply. "You look so happy, and I can't," he broke off, shaking his head, "I can't believe I get to be the one to put that look on your face."
He laughed, "What?" Without his permission, his fingers reached for Draco's, ghosting over his knuckles before Draco's fingers caught his and slid together.
"I love getting to make you happy," Draco said, shrugging helplessly, as he continued to look at Harry like he never wanted to look at anything else, face so open, so delighted that Harry felt like he couldn't quite look at him.
"I want to make you happy too," he said, squeezing his fingers, afraid, so afraid, that he was taking too much and unable to give Draco enough in return.
Draco lifted his hand, pressed a soft kiss to his knuckles, "You do. Harry," he said softly and Harry met his gaze once more. "You make me so happy."
"Yeah?" he asked helplessly, needing the reassurance, needing to hear the words to see his face when he said it.
"Yes," he said, huffing an incredulous laugh as he brushed his lips over Harry's knuckles once more.
"I love you." The words flooded out of his mouth, spilled between them without his permission. "So much, Draco. Do you know that too?"
"Of course I do," Draco assured softly, squeezing his hand. "Yes."
"A lot," Harry added, just in case his face wasn't as good at telling Draco as Draco's was at telling Harry. Just in case all of the love that filled up every nook and crevice in his body was being missed, just in case all of the love he felt and expressed differently was somehow not as readable, was somehow not enough.
"I know, love," he assured again, thumb brushing over Harry's wrist.
He squeezed the other man's hand, "It's different," he whispered, even though Draco already knew that, "Different than how you love me."
"Harry-" he started.
"But it's really big," he said, eyes filling with tears, "I love you so much."
"Hey," Draco said, moving so he could pull Harry into a hug, tucking him under his arm and letting Harry hide his face in his neck. "Hey," he soothed, "It's alright. I know, sweetheart. I know you love me just as much as I love you. I know."
"Promise?" Harry whispered.
He nodded, pressing his face into Harry's curls. "Yes, love. I promise. You're so good," he whispered.
He let out a soft sound, somewhere between a whimper and a word of dissent.
"You're so good. It's such a gift to be able to love you. You're such a good gift."
He wrapped an arm around Draco's waist.
"I love you," he murmured into his hair.
Harry nodded.
"Thanks for letting me," he added.
Harry hummed, he wanted to be loved more than anything, wanted this more than anything. But he could understand what Draco meant, it was scary to allow yourself to be loved, to believe that you are worthy of such a thing. Scary to imagine what could happen if you let yourself open up to the possibility of blossoming into a person who is loved, scary to imagine what would happen if you came to need someone else. Maybe sometimes part of loving someone else was allowing yourself to be loved in return. Maybe believing that someone loves you and letting them is itself an act of love to them. "I'm a little afraid."
Draco nodded, "that's okay. I am too sometimes."
"What do you do?" Harry asked.
He hummed, "Well, I ask if I can just let myself be happy."
"What?"
Draco shrugged, "I ask if I can just let myself be happy," he repeated. "Can today be enough for today? Can I just enjoy all of the good that this relationship has to offer without worrying about the possible loss in the future?"
"Can you?"
"Sometimes," he replied and Harry could hear the smile in his voice. "I try to. Because today is all we have and grieving what I do not know today has never made loss later any easier."
Harry sighed, snuggling a little closer.
"So, Harry Potter, can you just let yourself be happy today?"
He took a deep breath, thought about it, and nodded. He could do that. He could just let himself be happy. One day at a time.
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