Draco: I’m going to sleep with Harry Potter
Pansy:
Draco: as a prank!
Pansy:
Draco: Haha it will totally get him what a good prank
Pansy: Hermione told me you’ve been sleeping with him for over a year now
Draco: goddamnit i’m starting up the race war again
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Draco : Come over
Harry : i can't, I'm under arrest for double homicide
Draco : My parents aren't home.
Harry : Ya..... About that-
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Harry: *behaves immaturely*
Draco: *huffs* teenagers..
Pansy: aren't you like one month older than him?
Draco: ...and?
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me: *looks for fic with extremely specific scenario that I made up*
fic: *doesn’t exist*
me:
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I am not immune to best friends who are in love with each other
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Draco: I really like this man but I don't know how to tell him.
Harry: Just ask him to the pub this weekend.
Draco: Do you want to go to the pub with me this weekend?
Harry: No, I meant ask them.
Draco: I just did.
Harry: What did he say?
Draco: I don't know. You tell me.
Harry: What do you mean?
Draco: I like you, you pillock.
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Rush
by @mono-chromia & @basiatlu
‘He’s not kissing me, but I can taste him. He’s not kissing me, but his tongue touches mine because I meet him halfway. He’s not kissing me, but I am kissing him.’
It’s one thing to let yourself want the things you want, and another to let yourself have them. Draco does neither, but a lot can change in a single night.
A story about being queer and being shameless, about feeling out of place and falling into place. About finding your people and letting them see you, no matter how uncomfortable.
word count: 10.5k
✨Read on Ao3✨
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the drarry to jegulus pipeline is real
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Very Slytherin of you, Draco.
Also I've always had a hc of Draco being left-handed, don't ask me why idk either
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harry: you, draco malfoy, are my archnemesis
draco: we’ve literally been married for seven years i’m sorry i gave you a mug for christmas
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Hey man not to be like, a whore, haha, but I would let a werewolf fuck me stupid and then knot me, but not in a whore way, just like a bros way
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Madam Pomfrey: Mr. Potter, what is your type?
Harry’s dumbass: Tall, Swanky, Dashing, a bit pale and definitely with a side parted hairstyle.
Madam Pomfrey, exasperated: I meant your blood type, Mr. Potter.
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Harry: *Dancing to Latino music and singing along at a party because he's drunk as fuck*
Draco: *Mezmorised*
Blaise: Draco you're nose bleeding
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