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drarrymybeloved · 3 years

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a gift for @isamijoo as part of the Wheel of Drarry Mini Exchange🥰💞thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for the beta!

wc: 1.7k | rating: G

Not All Heroes Wear Capes, But Mine Sure Does

Draco Malfoy, Editor in Chief of Witch Weekly Magazine, eyes his watch and then the stack of paperwork on his desk. He knows he should stay and get through at least half the pile before lunch, but there is also a photoshoot going on in Studio B right this very second that he wouldn’t mind overseeing. Only because the photoshoot is such an important project for the magazine. Not because of the presence of a certain someone at said photoshoot, not at all.

I’m the Editor in Chief of the damn magazine and I can go wherever I like, he decides. He nods his head as if confirming his own thoughts and exits his office to head towards the studio.

Draco had begun working at the offices of Witch Weekly soon after he finished his community service sentence. Starting as a lowly clerk, his ability to charm and enamour as needed, had him slowly but surely climbing the ranks.

Now, at twenty-five, Draco is the youngest Editor in Chief in the history of Witch Weekly. Soon after his promotion, he had recruited Pansy as a columnist and Blaise as a photographer, both of whom are involved in today’s shoot.

And what a shoot it is, Draco thinks with more than a little satisfaction. Featuring the Golden Trio, the rest of the Weasley clan minus Percy who was “just too busy to make it”, Seamus Finnegan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, the Patil twins, and Lavender Brown, it’s going to be printed as a special edition with all proceeds going to the War Orphan’s Trust. Incidentally, it’s also one of the most— if not the most— star-studded spread in the magazine’s history. Blaise will photograph all the volunteers in various costumes and get-ups, while Pansy will interview them on the side.

When the idea was first proposed, Draco had been sceptical. While the others were less recalcitrant, Potter was well-known for his dislike of modelling of any kind. He hated being in front of a camera, and everybody in the press corps knew it. Without Potter, the venture wouldn’t necessarily fail, but it would definitely not generate as much profit. Draco had meant to ask formally, perhaps through an official letter bearing the magazine’s seal. Instead, he found himself asking Potter at the weekly inter-house pub night, a tradition started in eighth year that— inexplicably— continued well past Hogwarts. Surprisingly, Potter had agreed with minimal fuss. He wasn’t happy about it, but he had agreed nonetheless.

Reaching the studio door, Draco takes a moment to brush non-existent dirt off his suit jacket and straighten his already straight tie, before pushing open the door. There are a fair amount of people milling around, talking and laughing. He can see Weasley, Finnegan and Thomas near the refreshments table. Charlie Weasley is talking animatedly with Luna while Longbottom listens with a bemused expression. Ginerva and George are slowly turning singular strands of Hermione’s hair purple as she talks passionately with Lavender. The Patil twins are having their makeup done, and Bill Weasley is being interviewed by Pansy.

Draco takes all this in with a cursory glance, his attention instantly drawn towards the man currently posing for the camera, like a compass finding true north.

Harry Potter stands in front of the camera, wearing a gladiator’s skirt cinched with a belt adorned with a golden lion, a red cape adorning his broad shoulders. A sheathed sword hangs at his waist. On his feet are black leather sandals, the straps of which rope around his muscular calves. Without his trademark glasses, his eyes look impossibly brighter. His bronze skin practically gleams under the lights. Presumably, someone had applied oil on him at some point. Draco hastily pushes away all thoughts of hands and oil and Potter out of his mind. Potter’s hair looks artfully tousled instead of its usual mess— a near-miraculous feat if you ask Draco. He makes a mental note to jot down the name of the hair stylist for future photoshoots. The thought is there and then gone because just then, Potter draws the sword hanging at his waist, and Merlin and Morgana, Draco was not prepared to see Harry bloody Potter looking like a hero out of a Greek legend.

Draco lets out an involuntary whimper.

“Hello, Draco.”

Draco quickly snaps his gaze away from Potter to find Hermione looking at him with an amused expression. The purple streaks are gone from her hair— she’d probably known what Ginerva and George were up to the whole time. Meanwhile, Draco had been so busy ogling Potter, he hadn’t even seen Hermione approach him. He flushes faintly and attempts to sound like the Editor in Chief of a major publication rather than what he actually feels like— a schoolboy with a pash. “Hello, Hermione. I hope everything is going smoothly?”

Hermione grins. “Yes, it’s all been rather fun actually. Reminds me a bit of Sunday lunch at the Burrow, what with so many people around.”

“Good, that’s good to hear,” Draco says distractedly, attention already straying back to Potter.

“Harry’s looking rather good, isn’t he?” Hermione asks nonchalantly, following Draco’s gaze.

“What? Oh, yes, yes of course. Now that you mention it, he is. That is, I mean, the stylists did a brilliant job. Especially with his hair, it usually looks like a bird's nest,” Draco lets out a strained chuckle, his cheeks burning. He never should have come down here. Merlin.

Hermione presses her lips together, her eyes bright with amusement. “You should tell him that yourself, he’ll like it,” she gestures behind Draco.

Draco turns, and sure enough, Potter’s coming off the set towards them. He doesn’t even stop to change into regular clothes, for fucks sake. How is one supposed to hold a conversation with him looking like that?

“I’ll leave you two to it then, got some catching up to do with Parvati,” Hermione says, grinning wickedly. Before Draco can say another word, she’s already gone.

Cursing internally, he turns to face Potter, determined to keep his attention on Potter’s face and his face only. Not that that’s not distracting enough. Pushing the unhelpful thought away, Draco opens his mouth to greet Potter. What comes out is, “That’s quite a get-up you’ve got going on.”

Oh joy, already off to an excellent start. Draco cringes internally but forces himself to smile in what he hopes is a pleasant manner.

Potter laughs sheepishly. “Yeah, I do feel pretty ridiculous in all this. They’ve even strapped a bloody sword on me. I barely know how to handle it.”

“Looked like you were doing alright, actually,” Draco says before his mind can catch up with his mouth.

“Oh, er, thanks Draco,” Potter smiles bashfully, bringing his hand up to ruffle his hair. Draco’s eyes helplessly follow the flex of his bicep.

Snapping back to attention, he grasps for something other than Potter’s sword-wielding skills to talk about.

"I have to say though, I was quite surprised when you agreed to this. It's no secret you dislike photoshoots immensely," is what he lands on. It’s something he’s been wondering about and he wouldn’t mind knowing what made Potter agree to do this.

“Yeah, I don’t much like being treated as if I’m some celebrity and I’ve never been good in front of a camera. I would have said no but well…” he trails off, looking at Draco intently. “You’re the one who asked, so,” Potter shrugs as if that clears everything up.

Draco blinks. In a dazzling display of eloquence, he says, "What?"

Potter flushes, but he looks determined. "I agreed to do this because I know this photoshoot is important to you. Not just this shoot, the magazine as a whole. I know that you’ve worked hard to make it into something much more than just another gossip rag. So, um, you know, I did it for you,” he rubs the back of his neck, his face flushed crimson. “It also helps that it’s for charity,” he adds, chuckling awkwardly.

Draco gapes. “But...why?” he manages, bewildered.

“Draco,” Potter huffs. “Because I care about you. As in, I have feelings for you. I thought you would have guessed by now, it’s not like I’m great at subtlety. Pretty much everyone else knows,” he smiles nervously.

Oh. Oh.

“You have feelings for— wait, everyone knows?” Draco demands. “And no one thought to tell me?” He hates his friends, really truly despises them all.

Potter’s eyes crinkle with the force of his smile. “Wait so, what are you saying?”

Draco rolls his eyes, attempting to sound cool and collected even though he feels practically giddy. “I’m saying, Potter, that I have had “feelings for you” as you put it, for an embarrassingly long time. And everyone knows,” he says, cheeks pinking. “Well, everyone except you, apparently,” he amends.

Potter laughs delightedly. “To be fair, you didn’t catch on to my feelings for you either.”

“We’re rather ridiculous, aren’t we?” Draco says, laughing ruefully.

“Well, we’re both in the know now, so how about we go for a celebratory dinner?” Potter asks, eyes bright.

“Good idea,” Draco says, attempting— and failing— to keep a straight face.

“Potter!” Pansy’s voice cuts across the room.

“Time for your interview it seems,” Draco says.

“Yeah, although I do have some questions for her myself,” Potter says, squinting at Pansy.

“Oh, I will absolutely be having words with her. And Hermione,” Draco huffs.

Potter smiles at him, and it’s such a wide, unrestrained thing, Draco’s heart misses a beat. “I’ll see you after, then?” he asks.

Draco nods, smile softening. “Pick me up at seven, you already know the address.”

Potter flashes him one last smile before walking towards Pansy’s corner.

Draco watches him go with what is most definitely a besotted smile on his face before turning around to leave. His steps falter when he sees all of their friends staring at him, expressions torn between unbridled glee and despair. He frowns— until he catches sight of Ron glumly handing over a handful of Galleons to a triumphant George.

“You absolute pillocks, did you place bets on Harry and me?” he asks in disbelief.

“It’s a lucrative business,” George winks.

“Sorry Draco,” Lavender says, not looking sorry at all as she pockets the coins Padma grudgingly hands her.

“I hate you all,” Draco informs them cheerfully as he heads towards the hallway, professionalism be damned. He hears them laughing as he steps into the hallway, but he’s too elated to be properly pissed off at their machinations. He’ll get back at all of them soon enough, but for now he has a stack of paperwork to finish— he can’t be late for his date after all.

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camelliacats · 4 years

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you're nobody until somebody loves you (141-150/∞)

100-word drabbles for a range of ships. *Requests always welcome! Repeats allowed~*

Chapters 141-150: [FFN] [AO3] | ← → | start from the beginning

Pairings/Characters: Zacharias Smith/Justin Finch–Fletchley, Lily Luna Potter/Minerva McGonagall, Bellatrix Lestrange/Molly Weasley, Gideon Prewett/Regulus Arcturus Black, Lily Evans/Voldemort, Fleur Delacour/Hermione Granger, Lily Evans/Sirius Black, Rabastan Lestrange/James Potter, Dean Thomas/Parvati Patil, & Oliver Wood/Percy Weasley

Rating: K

Words: 1,000 collectively

Additional info: romance, slash, femslash, cross gen, angst, fluff, Marauder era, Harry's era, Next Gen era, 2nd person POV, 3rd person POV

Summary: Song by Sammy Davis, Jr., 100-word drabbles by mew. So is unrequited love always unrequited? | Various pairings, eras, etc. Includes het, slash, femslash, cross-gen, next-gen, but nothing too bad. Read it all or only what you like!

141: ZachariasJustin

He's sweet.

"I'm Justin—that's Hannah and Ernie," he introduces when you join everyone for the first time at the Hufflepuff table. You're the last one Sorted, but it doesn't feel that way with a friend like Justin.

He's soft.

"If you really hate the D.A., I won't make you join us." He frowns when he says this, but he gives your hand a reassuring squeeze. You're fifteen, and you don't want to let that hand go.

He's stubborn.

After the battle, he finds you and kisses you because he doesn't care that you ran—he cares that you lived.

142: LilylunaMinerva

Lily sees in her bravery she thinks skipped a generation in her own family.

James is all kindness and cockiness, but he can't admit he graduated without confessing to the man he loved.

Al is smart but looking for peace and quiet, not fame and fortune, and knows he'd have been content in Hufflepuff.

Then there is Lily, another in a sea of Weasley faces.

She broaches this over tea one afternoon, but McGonagall corrects her that no, Lily is brash but unforgettable.

Lily takes that as the hope to ask for tea—and more—in the years to come.

143: BellatrixMolly

She had a family because she couldn't keep waiting for Bellatrix. It's a target that Bellatrix, even in her psychosis, won't stop hunting.

Every time she patrols for the Dark Lord, Bellatrix spies someone that reminds her of Molly, and it's a cruel reminder. Of what Bellatrix couldn't give her, of how Molly pulled away until Rodolphus seemed passable, of a fascination that's not obsession just the only time she's felt love, loathe as she is to admit it.

Bellatrix feels her heart shatter before Molly's wand, but she can hold on if only Molly will put her back together.

144: GideonRegulus

It's not the curiosity of him being Sirius' younger brother.

It's not that, for being related to Sirius, Regulus has stuck closer to family traditions than Sirius has.

It's not the draw of him being renowned at school for his Quidditch skills, although Gideon would be lying if he said he didn't find that attractive.

It's the times he snatches Regulus' attention in the corridors, locking eyes for a few heartbeats. Gideon's given the chance then to read him and find that, despite how hard Regulus tries to hide it, he isn't dead on the inside.

And that's a start.

145: LilyVoldemort

She had a choice that night. By the time the Dark Lord made it up the stairs, she knew her old life lay dead in his wake. So, if she could make a barter…

"You're scared of my child," she reminded Voldemort.

He narrowed his eyes. They were eerily red, but his face was otherwise handsome.

"Doesn't the magic intrigue you? Take us with you instead." Lily and Harry were a two-for-one deal.

And Tom Riddle took that gambit.

(Lily just never thought saving her life would have her reaping the benefits of ruling the Wizarding world at his side.)

146: FleurHermione

Across the courtyard, beyond the azure-clad shoulders of her friends, Fleur spied her, each and every time.

The bushy brown hair. The worried wrinkle between her eyebrows as she poured over something she rarely didn't understand in her texts. The exasperated smile she gave when her two best mates were around. The secret smile she wore when a passing daydream snatched her up.

Fleur had almost worked up the courage to ask Hermione, the cute-as-a-baby-unicorn thing that she was, to the Yule Ball when Viktor's friendship began to work—then he, not Fleur, was the next to snatch her up.

147: LilySirius

"You're really never going to give Prongs a chance, are you?"

Lily shrugged as she and Marlene plaited Sirius' hair in the common room. While she didn't understand the boys' nicknames for each other, she knew he meant James. "Nah. He's an okay bloke at times, just…" Lily wiggled her fingers dismissively, earning a snort from Marlene.

"I see," Sirius thought aloud.

"What do you see?" Lily asked. Marlene got bored and shoved the rest of his tresses into Lily's hands before leaving.

Sirius chuckled and leaned against her legs, reaching up to tug one of Lily's hands into his.

148: RabastanJames

He knew Potter spotted him the instant the Chaser's head swiveled his way. Rabastan grimaced. It was one thing to look; it was another to grab the younger wizard's attention.

Rabastan had just turned on his heel to leave the pitch when Potter pulled up short behind him, dropped off his broom, and jogged the rest of the way to fall into step beside him. Rabastan huffed but ignored him.

Potter grinned. "Didn't know I had any fans."

"You don't."

Potter raised his eyebrows, and his spectacles fell down his nose, eyes appraising. "…mind if I become one of yours?"

149: DeanParvati

Those rare moments that find them in the common room, detached from their best mates' hips, are moments of commiseration.

Parvati shakes her head. "I can't believe Seamus picked a fight with Lav. About Quidditch, no less."

Dean opens his mouth but silently acquiesces, because Seamus is likely to do that without thinking of the consequences, and it's known that Lavender's a closet fan. He offers up a smile. "They're…opinionated," he says.

Parvati guffaws and falls into him on the couch. "I think you mean 'bombastic'…!"

He laughs, too, nervously; it's nice when Parvati comes to him for consolation….

150: OliverPercy

"I have a lot riding on your final match, Oliver. You've got to win tomorrow."

"Percy, just change already and get to bed—you're keeping everyone up. Don't gnash your teeth at me. I didn't make you place that bet with Clearwater."

"Don't you sigh at me! It's just something Penny and I—get heated about. …oh, who am I kidding? That's what our relationship is nowadays. Gripes about Quidditch bets."

"Percy…"

"What?"

"…make a bet with me, too."

"What?! No, why?"

"If I win for you, then I'll tell you something good. I promise. Goodnight, Percy."

"? …goodnight, Oliver."

Remarks for—

Ch142: Requested by Guest on FFN. Considering one of my fav Lilu ships is Remlilu (her with Remus), I approached this quite happily since age gaps don't intimidate me. Deffo something of a crush on Lilu's side…but maybe not, considering that tiny opening at the end? ;)

Ch143: Requested by HereIam101 on FFN, who wanted this to be during the war or post-war with Bellatrix living, hence the final line here. When the final movie went the extra mile and had Molly literally shatter her to pieces, I always thought it was over-the-top…and yet (Killing Curse aside) it makes me wonder if Bellatrix could have a Humpty Dumpty moment, *lol*. Ahh, that'd be interesting to explore…

Ch145: Requested by Guest on FFN. Definitely have never considered this ship before, but this premise intrigues me. If Lily could've been savvy enough and Voldy curious enough, this would've made for quite the story, *LOL*. That is, of course, if he were willing to set aside her lineage the way he set aside his own.

Ch147: Requested by Guest on FFN. Ahhh, I love moments like these, where one charrie's answer isn't words but an action. -w- It's been years since I last wrote them, but I quite like the premise here. The addition of Marlene was purely for my own entertainment. XD Ty, Guest, for continuing to review as well as request! :3

Ch148: XD That one-liner sure feels like a James line if I've ever read one. Ahhh, I miss RabJames. ;w; Need to write more for them, *LOL*.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

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