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thedrarrylibrarian · 2 months

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I'm so excited to welcome @phoebe-delia to the library! I've loved reading her work for a long time, and am always especially impressed by the fact that she answers so many prompts! My favorite of her series is Eight Drarry Nights at Hanukkah time every year, which are always warm and so full of love and light. I knew she'd pick a great fic, and I think it'll be a sweet and romantic start to your Valentines season. Thanks again to @phoebe-delia!

I want to start out by thanking the incredible @thedrarrylibrarian for the chance to participate in Happy Hour. You do phenomenal work, and I just really hope you know how valued you are. I fangirl every time we interact and I am incredibly honored to get to do this.

Now, on to the rec!

When our lovely Librarian asked me to do a guest rec for Happy Hour, this fic was the first to come to mind. I still gave it a lot of time and consideration, of course, but at the end of the day I kept coming back to this story.

plant me in your garden (and watch me grow) by @thehoneybeet. 5,505 words, Rated T, and make sure to check the tags to see if it’s right for you!

Malfoy walks across the grounds to the forbidden forest nearly every night, but falls asleep in class during the day. Harry can't get enough of him.

An eighth year fic.

Every fic of Honey’s that I’ve read makes me want to be a better writer, because their storytelling is so effortlessly rich. I always have at least one moment where I have to pause and look off into the distance so I can really appreciate a line and let it sink into my brain.

And this fic has quite a few of those moments for me. The descriptions here are so vivid; I felt like I was watching Drarry through a pensieve. I’m resisting the urge to quote dump here, because I think you should experience this writing for yourself in the way Honey intended it. It’s the kind of story that, in my humble opinion, can’t really be captured in a quote or two. It flows exactly as it needs to.

I adore how Honey characterizes both Draco and Harry. Draco has clearly changed after the war but has kept the same wit and fire that attracts Harry so much. And Harry is just trying to figure out how to exist in this post-war world without Voldemort after him, and it turns out Draco is a big part of his healing. It’s a joy to watch the two of them fall for and into each other.

I just looked back at the comments, because I remembered that I’d left one a while back when I first read it (which was, apparently, in September 2022? What even is time, omg). I’m going to quote from my past self, here, who called the writing “decadent,” and the story “fucking gorgeous,” “creative” and “special.” I told Honey that this fic would always have a special place in my heart. Clearly, my heart kept that promise.

I also told Honey at the time that the fic deserved a much longer, more intensive comment than I could articulate at the time. Turns out I needed over a year. This is as close as I think I’ll get to accurately expressing the way it makes me feel.

Plus, as a personal bonus, this fic happens to include some of my favorite tropes: eighth year, pining, and Harry’s never-ending obsession with Draco.

I hope you all enjoy this fic as much as I do (and that you remember to leave them kudos and a comment!) And Honey, thank you for writing something so wonderful that it stuck with me for over a year.

Love,

Phoebe

#drarry #friends of the library #phoebe-delia #thehoneybeet #happy hour friday #Happy hour with friends #Happy hour rec #Friday fic rec #Happy hour friday #Friday Happy hour #lots of love and Happy friday #Happy early valentines #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #the drarry librarian

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phoebe-delia · 4 months

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Phoebe Delia's 2023 Fics and Reflection

Thank you to my lovely friend @geesenoises for the tag!! Check out Goose's post here.

I didn't do much writing this year. If I'm being honest, writing has been very hard for me this past year. I don't have the kind of free time that I used to, and I've just had such little inspiration. It got to the point that I actually considered quitting a couple of times. I want so, so badly to get the kind of stamina I used to have. When I started out, I was writing 3-5k fics in the span of a couple months and cranking them out pretty consistently.

This year, I didn't add a single fic to the Drarry as Taylor Swift Songs series. I did a couple fests, a gift fic, and my Hanukkah series. I also did drabbles and microfics. I spent much of the year being SO mean to myself about my writing and my lack of progress. l all but forced myself to write my fest fics, agonized over them not being "perfect," and obsessed and compared the stats to other people's fics until I wore myself out. I wondered why I seem unable to write the longfics that my friends are capable of. I wondered whether I'm really cut out for this, after all.

Now, my god, please don't give me your pity. This isn't me fishing for compliments. This is me being honest and reflecting on the year, and I don't want any of this to come across as self-pitying or whining. My point is that I don't know what the future holds for me. I know that I love this fandom, and I love all of you, and I want writing to always be something I love.

I think I'm going to spend 2024 repairing my relationship with writing, and being kinder to myself. And so, in that spirit, I'm going to celebrate the work I did last year; because I still created things this year. And I'm going to be proud of that.

That said, thanks to everyone who held me up this past year. Thanks to everyone who read my fics. Thanks to my friends who kept me sane. In particular, I gotta thank @basicallyahedgehog, without whom I doubt I’d still be writing.

Just Take Me Home (4.7k)

When Harry drinks too much at a pub one night, Hermione decides to use a new service offered by the Ministry: a team of Apparators dedicated to helping transport Wixen who cannot safely travel on their own. Of course, Draco Malfoy answers the call.

Stars by the Pocketful (2k)

Draco arrives first, to scope out the place and pick the best bed before Potter can beat him to it.

Can I Go Where You Go? (1.8k)

Harry presses a kiss to Draco's lips before pulling away with a pout. "I'm so glad you've got this opportunity, really. And America sounds amazing, even if it is just for a conference. But Godric, I'm going to miss you." Draco hums. "Me too." Then, he blinks and looks up at Harry. "You know. We don't have to miss each other." Harry frowns. "What do you mean?" "Come with me." "Wait, really?"

2023 Eight Drarry Nights fics are on AO3 here (masterlist on Tumblr is here)

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emsuemsu · 4 months

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I hope you're all doing well and fine and I send lots of love especially for those who struggle in a way or another during the holidays. 💖

Personally I feel a bit indifferent about the holidays; not that many good memories of them, and I’m used to work my way through Christmas (I love the vibes at work on Christmas). This is the first Christmas in over 10 years I’m not with the meemaws and peepaws at work and I don’t know what am I supposed to doooo. Probably read some tooth-rotting holiday fluff laced with some festive smut while downing some glögi, so here we go. Some of these are from 25 days of harry and draco, run don’t walk to check out this year’s (and the previous!) advent fics. So cute, so good. Here's some of my favorites:

The best Christmas he ever had by @gnarf ❄️ 1,965 words

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

I'm absolutely weak for the Christmas at the Burrow-trope, and this little story definitely hits all the right boxes. It's warm, adorable, cute, everything you need and more.

be your night by panicparade ❄️ 29,050 words

“Ah, you must be little Teddy Lupin!” Harry frowns, that voice sounds oddly familiar. Shaking himself he turns to face the newcomer, plastering a smile on his face that promptly disappears as he takes in the man in front of him. “Malfoy?” alternatively, The one where Draco Malfoy is a kindergarten teacher and Harry definitely needs to keep an eye on him. Closely.

I strongly feel that a fic with some cute Teddy-content never misses. This fic starts in the fall and continues all the way to New Years Eve and has some disgustingly good fluff and domestic vibes. All in all an easy and cozy read for the holiday season.

Changing with the season by @harryromper ❄️ 36,225 words

Harry's determined the first time he hosts the extended Weasley clan for Christmas will be a success. The Grimmauld Place advent calendar has other ideas ... until Draco shows up to help. A 25 Days of Draco and Harry story.

Adorable, warm, funny, very very festive. Definitely hits all the holiday spirit needs.

The Curious Case of the Disappearing Stockings by @thealmostrhetoricalquestion ❄️ 11,549 words

It's Harry's Eighth Year, he's surrounded by Slytherins, and Christmas Stockings are going missing all over Hogwarts. At the risk of being mocked ruthlessly, Harry won't verbally declare that Malfoy probably has something to do with it, but... well, Malfoy definitely has something to do with it.

This was such a fun little fic. The dynamics between Harry and the Slytherins were amazing, and the stocking fiasco was just too adorable. And there's just something about the holidays in Hogwarts for me personally. Very sweet and endearing.

Eight Drarry Nights-series by @phoebe-delia ❄️ 9 works, 6078 words in total

This is a series of fics based on prompts given to me on Tumblr, one for each night of Hanukkah! The prompts aren't all and don't have to be related to Hanukkah and/or Judaism; some are and some aren't.

This is the perfect series to read at bedtime, having some fuzzy socks on, a warm blanket up to your ears and snow falling silently outside. Like said in the description, all of the little fics are not festive but I think the big picture gives all the holiday vibes I'm craving for.

Forever Was a Lie by @thesleepiesthufflepuff & art by dustmouth ❄️ 22,001 words

After breaking up with Charlie, Harry heads to Rome for Christmas to search for answers to a previous heartbreak. What he doesn’t expect is for Draco, the man who broke his heart five years ago, to be running the bed and breakfast he’s staying at.

Now this is not a traditional holiday fic per se, but a bittersweet, angsty, second chances story that takes place over Christmas in Rome. It has this wistful feel throughout and is right up my alley. I devoured this and it left me feeling all warm and fuzzy in the end. Also the gorgeous art really puts the whole thing together.

The Hogwarts Book of Carols by @p1013 ❄️ 45,991 words

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place, Not even Kreacher was stirring, too snug in his space; The mantle was empty, not a stocking in sight And Harry had gone to bed for the night; He sat, unhappy, wrapped tight in his bed As visions of loved ones danced in his head; Meanwhile at the Manor, Draco stood in the snow And smoked a cigarette, no light but its glow; Two men, more like boys, distant and sad With only the lonely times that they had. When what to their wondering eyes did appear, But a future so bright, so distant and clear It was just out of reach, a handsbreadth away Unless they both made a choice on this day To take what they wanted, perhaps with a shove Before falling, falling, falling in love.

I felt actual physical pain reading this, watching the years go by and Christmases to pass. But it was a good pain, the kind I crave for especially at this time of year. Slowest of slow burns, endearing, touching and funny friends to lovers holiday excursion. Loved this.

How to Handle Hannukah by Blowfish_Diaries ❄️ 10,445 words

Harry and Draco have decided to cohabitate. And to throw a Hannukah party. Enter latkes, spreadsheets, and Pansy beating everyone at dreidel. This is a fluffy, domestic fic to celebrate the holiday season and add another chapter to the "How to Handle a Matzo Ball Soup Emergency" series.

This is a sequel to the amazing "How to Handle a Matzo Ball Soup Emergency" and one of my absolute favorites along with the first part. I highly recommend to read the first part, but I think this works as a standalone aswell. It's incredibly well-written with fluff to die for and some class a smut, everything you need for the holiday season, even though today the 15th of December I’m posting this is the last day of Hanukkah. A definite must-read along with the first part.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie ❄️ 9,975 words

"General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed—but I don't see that—seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified, or newsworthy—but it's always there." —Love Actually, 2003 It's Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley's tenure. Naturally, love is in the air.

Now hold up. Love Actually is one of my favorite movies and oh how I love this fic. Adorable and cute packed with holiday vibes.

A Melody of You & Me by @academicdisasterfic ❄️ 64,838 words

Draco Malfoy has a Christmas choir competition to win, and Harry Potter has an orphanage that needs funding. When Luna Lovegood intervenes, they agree to help each other out: Harry will join the choir if Draco chooses to sponsor his charity. But agreeing to work together also means getting to know each other again - in new and unexpected ways. Ft. a chaotic festive choir, scheming friends, a healthy dose of mental health issues, one very irritating ex, and boys learning how to love and be loved.

I’m swooning over this fic. It has the perfect ratio of angst, fluff, hurt, comfort, smut and holiday vibes. It made me laugh, it made me cry. It's so incredibly lovely and definitely a must-read every holiday season.

My True Love Gave to Me (Six Jars of Chutney) by @goldentruth813 ❄️ 12,311 words

On his first post-divorce Christmas Eve without his children, Harry goes to Marks & Spencer hoping to find a bit of his past; what he finds instead is a future.

What got to me most in this fic was that little part in the beginning about Harry's trip to London as a kid with Petunia. It really punched me in the gut and got me tearing up. The whole story was sweet and Harry's thoughts and feelings were written out so beautifully.

The Red Jumper by toomuchplor ❄️ 14,907 words

Draco's plans for Christmas Eve are as follows: 1 - Sleep as long as possible 2 - Have sex 3 - Drink wine 4 - Eat too much food 5 - Repeat above It’s just gone eight in the morning when Harry begins to derail Draco’s plans. In which Draco has his first Christmas with Harry, Ginny has (more) news, Albus gets a girlfriend, Scorpius gets in a strop, Lily is a horrible teen, James is unexpectedly an adult, and Harry wears a red Christmas jumper that may once have belonged to Godric Gryffindor, judging by its appearance.

I love this so much. Made me feel so safe and warm and festive, a certified holiday vibe. All the coziness you need this time of year in a pretty little package.

Wrapped by @fluxweeed ❄️ 10,313 words

“Harry,” Draco said slowly. “You understand how Christmas presents work, don’t you?” Harry attempted a smile. “Well, I thought I did until about ten minutes ago.”

The mother of all holiday smut 😌

You Make It Feel Like Christmas by gglow ❄️ 52,163 words

At thirty years old, Draco Malfoy has successfully obtained a reputable degree in Ancient Languages, has proceeded to shut himself into the basement of London Library as their Head of Archives, and is wilfully nursing a problematic relationship with a man Blaise eloquently describes as “a sleazy piece of trash”. So yes, he’s got it all worked out, ta ever so. It’s only too bad that when Harry Potter—the youngest Head Auror in a century—happens to need Draco’s help with a case, a string of encounters ensues that turn Draco’s pre-perceptions of him on their head. To make matters even worse, Potter brings Draco tea, and carries his bags, and says things that are much too straightforward for comfort. And if it makes Draco question why he ever hated the speccy git in the first place, well, that’s no one else’s business but Draco’s… right? Will flying South for Christmas spare Draco from heartache? And does it make sense to salvage the dwindling fire with his elusive beau, or will the kindle of a new flame give Christmas a whole new meaning?

This is the epitome of a holiday fic. ALL the feels and more. I was grinning from ear to ear reading this. The flirting!!! Love love love.

#drarry #drarry fic recs #holiday season #advent #christmas #hanukkah #new years #fluff for days #my rec

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sweet-s0rr0w · 3 years

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Ever wondered what Harry and Draco might get up to if they visited your country? Maybe you’re longing for a holiday (who isn’t?) or want to wallow in nostalgia about your favourite destination. Here I present the solution! Inspired by @the-starryknight’s Drarry Round The World challenge and @graymatters’ fabulous Big Bang fic set in Alaska, I’ve put together four reclists of fics featuring our favourite boys abroad.

A few notes on the lists: all the fics are >1.5k words (ish), the first three lists feature fics with a single or primary destination, and I did not include AUs eg. Beauxbatons!Draco. When putting these lists together I tried to select fics where the country in question is explored/described in detail and integral to the story (so ‘resort abroad’ stories may not be included). I also haven’t added Major Archive Warnings so please check these before reading.

All of my lists are absolutely works in progress and I’d be very happy to make additions if you fancy recommending me a fic or suggesting one for an upcoming part! Thanks to all who made suggestions for this part!

Part One: Africa, Asia, Oceania and Antarctica | Part Two: Europe | Part Three: The Americas | Part Four: Road Trips

Canada

Nothing Left to Burn by @skeptiquewrites (E, 5.1k)

Of Fates Entwined: A Story of Love Lost and Found by taradiane (E, 52k)

Cuba

Hope's Only Promise (E, 86k) by @bluesyquill

USA: Alaska

Among Ancient Pines by @graymatters (M, 74k)

Take These Lies by white_serpent (M, 34k)

Alabama

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (T, 110k)

California

Bright Side by @floydig (T, 2k)

Come Rain or Come Shine (I'm With You Always) by @phd-mama (E, 35k)

Inexorable Tide and Pounding Surf by @whimsicaldragonette (T, 12k)

Inside These Walls by @jackvbriefs (M, 5.6k)

LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Left My Heart by @emmagrant01 (E, 85k)

Look For Me In The Sun by @wolfpants (M, 8.7k)

To Live & Die in LA by @fw00shy (E, 29k)

Unseen by @jackvbriefs (T, 47k)

Hawaii

100,000 Galleons by @bixgirl1 (E, 28k)

Illinois

Running Mate by @kbrick (E, 171k)

Windy City by @cavendishbutterfly (T, 1.6k)

Louisiana

Bar None by crimsnclover (M, 31k)

When You Came In, The Air Went Out by @graymatters (E, 3.3k)

Massachusetts

Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (G, 5k)

But My World is You by @moonstruckwytch (M, 4.8k)

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (T, 30k)

Let the Book Choose You by @anaxandria-writes (M, 10k)

Spooked in Salem by @xanthippe74 (T, 3.5k)

Nevada

All Bets Are Off by dualwieldteacup (M, 31k)

I Roll, and I Roll, 'til I Change My Luck by theweightofmywords (E, 8.7k)

New York

A Weak Pleasure, Never So Sweet by @emmagrant01 (E, 16k)

Breathe Me by @kedavranox (E, 74k)

The Cabin Trip by @gallifrey1sburning (E, 24k)

Crimson Neon by @xanthippe74 (M, 21k)

The Day You Bloomed by @soliblomst (M, 107k)

Develop, Stop and Fix by @onbeinganangel (E, 15k)

Don't Waste Your Eyes on Jealous Guys by EvAEleanor (M, 10k)

Eight Days A Week by @romaine2424 (E, 121k)

Holy Ground by @phoebe-delia (T, 4.9k)

I could be wrong, I could be ready by @harryromper (M, 57k)

I've Built my Dreams Around You by @fw00shy (T, 4.5k)

Luck Is Not Chance by @aibidil (M, 20k)

Lush Life by pir8fancier (E, 20k)

The Man Who Lived by sebastianL (E, 254k)

Offer up the Night by _Melodic_(Sae) (E, 8k)

Recipe for Life by @drarrelie, @janieohio, @marinelilp (E, 66k)

Sharing Different Heartbeats by talithan (E, 17k)

These Secrets In Me by @femmequixotic - note, third installment in an unfinished series (E, 358k)

Tourist: A Love Song by @xerised (T, 30k)

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by femmequixotic (E, 22k)

Yours to Keep by dracoismytrashson (E, 136k)

Oklahoma

Life is Good Today by @better-be-daydreams (T, 8.5k)

Oregon

in between two tall mountains (there's a place they call lonesome) by @oknowkiss (E, 8.3k)

Knead and Wont by @jovialobservationanchor (E, 83k)

Vermont

Slide Over Here (Give Me a Moment) by phdmama (E, 5.5k)

Washington

Phantom Orchid by dysonrules (M, 22k)

Washington, D.C.

Antediluvia by @lol-zeitgeistic (E, 56k)

Wisconsin

song from the morning birds by @cavendishbutterfly (E, 4.3k)

Argentina

What's New, Buenos Aires? by @kedavranox (E, 9.3k)

Bolivia

the trembling of the moment by porcelainsalt (G, 5.3k)

Brazil

A Sense of Scale by @fantalf and dragontamerdame (M, 70k)

Aeternus Solem by onbeinganangel (E, 37k)

Peru

Chasing Waterfalls by unicornsandphoenix (T, 3.3k)

#drarry #drarry round the world #drarry abroad

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lqtraintracks · 2 years

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Drarry Tag Game

@kbrick created this meme and tagged me to to it, so thank you! :D

When did you get into Drarry and why? Sometime near the middle/end of 2012. I was a Sirry person at first. Not that I didn’t think I’d like Drarry, but as far as writing, I figured everything with the pairing had probably already been written and so it would be arrogant of me to jump in and start writing them myself. (I had weird ideas idk.) I read a little Drarry here and there that year, but it was beta’ing Shelly’s hd_hols fic, Swish and Flick that first got me interested in reading Drarry.

Which Drarry fic hooked you? ignatiustrout’s ( @6balls ) Here’s the Pencil, Make It Work. It made me want to be a Drarry writer, like for real. It made me want to improve my writing in general and take it more seriously and see what I could do if I put more of myself into it. That fic is fucking amazing.

Top three A LOT favorite Drarry fics: This is an evil question. I need at least four because @bixgirl1 is going to get two spots just for herself. So yes, That Old Black Magic and In the Red (Let it be known that I could name eight more easy.) This is where it gets evil. Can I just name everything written by @shealwaysreads and @the-starryknight ?? And also birdsofshore?? Is that cheating? Can I sneak Modern Love by @tackytigerfic in too? And their one with the mpreg because my heart!!! And The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound ? Written on the Heart by who-la-hoop! dirtynumbangelboy by @magpiefngrl ! God, this is torture. Obviously I can’t answer this question properly and more importantly I refuse to.

Why can’t you quit them? Wrong question, why should I try??

Okay but…

I love exploring the choices we make, the ones that lead us into places of guilt, anguish, hopelessness, and the ones that lead us out of them. I love the idea that these two people can find each other in the worst of circumstances and be changed by one another.

I think @phoebe-delia mentioned about how she’s come to realize her best is enough through Drarry, and I feel similarly sometimes too.

Also enemies-to-lovers is and will always be SO HOT.

Ideal career for Harry? For Draco? Harry: lay-about. Seriously, I just want him to be enough as-is. But when he’s bored with that, how about teacher, or counselor. I’d love Harry as a Mind Healer. Also doing philanthropy. For Draco: Arithmancer, something super smart and magic-y. I also like philanthropist for him though. Or Muggle stuff, so he gains an appreciation for Muggles.

Harry and Draco are being sent to a desert island for a week with plenty of food and water. Each is allowed to bring three additional items (no wands). What do they bring? Harry: a Snitch, a broom, extra biscuits (he’s afraid ‘plenty of food’ did not include biscuits); Draco: a Wireless, a beach umbrella, and yeah, I really like @kbrick ’s lube answer. Definitely lube.

Favorite non-Drarry HP character? My darling boy, Teddy Lupin.

If you had to pick one, enemies to lovers or (enemies to) friends to lovers? Okay but listen: enemies to lovers to friends who are lovers.

Would you rather read a fic that made you laugh or one that made you cry? A lot of laughing, a little bit of crying. More laughing than crying, but give me both, dude.

Three songs that scream Drarry to you (feel free to include the Drarry-est lyrics!): Do I Wanna Know? by the Arctic Monkeys; Every You Every Me by Placebo (which is another Bix fic I could have listed and I stopped myself); Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran; New Divide by Linkin Park; Sway by The Kooks; One More Night by Maroon 5; Dolphin’s Cry by Live and I HAVE TO STOP OMG.

Favorite authors outside of fic? Oh yeah. *rubs hands* Donna freakin’ TARTT! Andrew Sean Greer. Andre Aciman (like 80% of the time). Jhumpa Lahiri. Tamsyn Muir! C.S. Pacat! Audre Lorde. Jeanette Winterson. Chris Kraus. Hanya Yanagihara. Vladimir Nabokov. Lorrie Moore. Annie Proulx. Larry McMurtry. James Baldwin. Dorothy Allison. Louise Erdrich.

Tagging with no pressure, and please feel free to pick and choose the questions you’d like to answer! Everyone who is tagged above is tagged here now too! Also @pennygalleon @sweet-s0rr0w @nv-md @skeptiquewrites @pineau-noir @academicdisasterfic @romaine2424 @julcheninred @writcraft and @slytherco

#drarry tag game

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ravena-wrote · 2 years

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First Lines Challenge

I was tagged to do this by @steampunkserpent27 and it looked super fun so I thought I’d give it a try!

For this challenge you list the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have fewer than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some people to take part.

Inexplicable Things (wip (currently 31K)) (E) When Harry steps into the lobby of the DMLE he freezes for a second.

How to Say Goodbye (7.3K) (T) 1. The first step is running away

Attic Ephemera (.4K) (T) Harry’s cleaning out the attic when he finds the letter.

Infiltrate the Slytherins (8.9K) (T) Blaise Zabini moved in with them on a dark rainy night.

Bonded (16K) (T) “Kingsley Shacklebolt hates me,” Harry announces dramatically stepping out of the flames into his sitting room.

Falling (1.6K) (M) They were about 10 minutes into making dinner when it all started to go awry.

Boy with a Dragon Tattoo (4K) (T) The only thing Draco remembers about his first day of eight year is Harry Potter's tattoos.

I’m tagging @sorry-i-ship-drarry, @silver-de-vonne, @phoebe-delia, and anyone else who sees this and wants to participate! It was fun to revisit some of my old pieces and see how much my writing as grown since then. This challenge also helped me really think about how important the first line of a piece and be.

#fanfic #first lines #first line challenge #writing challenge #ravenawrote #my writing #drarry #harry potter #my works #creative writing

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phoebe-delia · 1 year

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Hi phoebe! For your Eight Drarry Nights I humbly submit the prompts gelt and/or pride! Looking forward to reading this year’s series 💕

Night 1: Melt

Happy Hanukkah everyone!! This first one is for the incredible @m0srael. Mose, thank you for this prompt, and also for just being the best. I sorta focused on the 'gelt' prompt but I did manage to sneak in the 'pride' one as well!

For those who don't know, "gelt" is technically the Hebrew word that literally means "Hanukkah money." Traditionally, children were given coins/money as gifts for Hanukkah. Nowadays, it's chocolate coins! That's what they are in this fic. Also, a "dreidel" is a little toy top that is spun and played with during Hanukkah to win gelt. Hope yall enjoy!

"Alright little one," Harry bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of Teddy's head. "Time to go."

"But Harryyyy," Teddy whined. "We were gonna play another round!" He gestured to the gelt in piles in front of himself, Rose, Hugo, and Victoire, and the large pile in the middle of their little circle. He clutched a dreidel tight in his hand.

"It's getting late, love. We've got to head home. But it's only the first night of Hanukkah! We can owl your aunts and uncles in the morning to see about a play date this week, alright?"

"Alright," Teddy said through a yawn. He dutifully set the dreidel on the carpet. After putting on his coat, he quickly bent to pick up his winnings in gelt, stuffing them in his pockets. He reached up and took Harry's hand. "Bye, everyone!"

"Bye Teddy!" The kids chorused. Rose picked up the dreidel for a new game, but Harry knew it would be a matter of time before Hermione was breaking up the game herself.

Harry and Teddy found Draco standing near the door of the Burrow, talking with Fleur in rapid french. Harry approached them with a raised eyebrow, and Draco rolled his eyes, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek.

They said their goodnights and walked to the Apparition point. In his puffy coat, Teddy seemed perfectly content despite the freezing weather, babbling about playing dreidle with his cousins. Draco, meanwhile, huddled into Harry's side, pink-nosed and sniffling. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and ran his hands up and down Draco's arms to warm him. Harry waited for Draco to insist upon "a warming charm, or have you forgotten you're a wizard?" but he didn't; instead he melted further into Harry's embrace.

They finally reached the apparition point. Teddy and Draco held on tight to Harry while he apparated them home with a quick pop.

Inside, they went through the traditional candle-lighting ritual. Harry encouraged Teddy through the prayers, and his heart burst with pride at watching Draco use one candle to light the other on the menorah.

Putting Teddy to bed didn't take as long as Harry thought it would, considering how much gelt the boy had eaten at the Burrow. But soon enough, the child was sleeping peacefully, and Harry gave him one last fond look before leaving him be.

He walked out to the pantry and grabbed some gelt before joining Draco on the couch in the living room.

Draco set aside the book he was reading raised an eyebrow. "Is Teddy going to miss something from his stash tomorrow?"

Harry pretended to look affronted. "Are you accusing me of stealing candy from a baby?"

"Don't let him hear you call him that. He's six and a half, as you very well know, Potter. Hardly a baby."

"Well, I'll have you know I bought a stash of my own. Teddy can do as he pleases with his winnings."

Draco moved closer to Harry on the couch. "Are you planning to share with your husband?"

"Depends on his behavior."

Draco smirked. "Have I ever behaved myself when it comes to you?"

Harry grinned. "Not once. That's why I married you." Harry handed Draco a piece of gelt, which he took gratefully. Draco pressed a kiss to Harry's lips before unwrapping the sweet and popping it in his mouth.

Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder and sighed contentedly. Harry unwrapped a piece of gelt and let it melt on his tongue. He put an arm around Draco and watched the candles flicker in the air.

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Hi!💕 I *love* your writing and I'm also a Taylor Swift + Drarry fan so how about "put your lips close to mine/as long as they don't touch" as a prompt? ^^

Hello Sky! @sky-is-torn Thank you so much for reading my work, and for this prompt! I love the song.

So, a bit of background for this fic. It is based on this scene from the show How I Met Your Mother, in which two characters decide to lean in for a kiss but not actually let their lips come together because they decide that the lead-up to a kiss is the best part.

Huge thank you to @skeptiquewrites and someone on Discord who doesn't have a Tumblr but wished to be referred to as a "cool bisexual" for the fantastic beta help!

"Why are we whispering?"

"It's nighttime, you're supposed to whisper."

"We're alone outside. Everyone else is in the castle at the ball, they can't hear us."

"Still. You have to whisper. It's the rules of nighttime."

"Says who?"

"People, Potter, just go with it."

Harry chuckled, keeping the noise low in his chest. "You're a nutter."

Draco's eyes gleamed. "It keeps things interesting."

"That it does," Harry said with a grin.

Draco rolled over onto his back, letting the grass dirty his hair and dress robes. "Just admit it, you're going to miss me."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Next year," Draco said, and Harry could practically hear the eye roll. "When we've parted ways after graduation tomorrow."

"What are you on about?" Harry sat up, leaning on his arm. "What makes you think we won't talk after we graduate?"

Draco shrugged. "You're going into Auror training. I'm going to travel. We won't exactly be able to run outside together and lie in the grass in the middle of the night whenever we please."

"There are owls. And Portkeys."

"Sure, that'll tide us over for, oh, a month or two," Draco picked at the grass, plucking the soft blades from the soil. "But eventually we'll lose touch. I'll forget to send an owl, or you'll be too tired and busy to get away."

Indignation rose hot and sharp in Harry's chest. "But how can you just give up?"

Draco fiddled with the leather bracelet on his wrist, the one he'd gotten on their first trip to Hogsmeade together. "I'm not giving up, Harry. It's what's best—for both of us. You can't afford to be friends with a Death Eater in public, and I..." he trailed off, swallowing loudly. "There isn't a place in the Wizarding World for me anymore. At least, not in London."

"But—"

Suddenly, Draco turned to face him with wide, tear-brimmed eyes. "Harry," he whispered. "This has to end here. We both know it."

Harry gathered his courage, even as his own eyes began to well up and a lump formed in his throat. "But I never got to kiss you."

Draco inhaled sharply, momentarily silent. Then, "I have a compromise."

Harry felt his heart pound against his chest. "Anything."

"We don't kiss. But the best part of a first kiss is the lead-up, right? The moment when you're leaning in close, and you can feel the other person's breath on your skin," Draco exhaled shakily. "So, we allow ourselves that moment, but we don't give in to temptation, no matter how..." his eyes fell to Harry's lips, "strong, it may be."

Harry nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Draco hesitated a moment before he inched closer to Harry, who moved to meet him in the middle. Up close, Draco's eyes were specked with bits of blue, and he had a cluster of freckles on the bridge of his nose. His long, pale lashes fluttered as he leaned in, licking his pink, plush lips and bringing them mere inches from Harry's own.

Harry clenched his fists at his side to keep himself from crashing their lips together. But Draco hadn't said anything about not holding him. Harry let one of his hands wrap around the small of Draco's back, sinking the fingers of his other hand into Draco's hair. Draco shuddered slightly and followed suit, burying one of his hands into Harry's messy locks.

"I don't want you to go," Harry whispered, letting a tear spill. "I can't watch you walk away."

Draco said nothing, only reaching to wipe away the tear on Harry’s cheek with his thumb.

After a few moments, Draco slowly grasped Harry’s wrists, gently bringing them down between the two of them. He bit his lip, and Harry felt an aching longing fill his chest at the movement.

"Close your eyes," Draco whispered.

Confused but obliging, Harry closed his eyes.

He felt a gentle squeeze on his wrists before Draco let go, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Good, now count to five."

"One...Two...Three...Four...Five."

He opened his eyes, and Draco was gone. In his place, the bracelet lay on the ground in the grass. Harry picked it up, sliding it easily onto his wrist like a promise.

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Hello, happy Hanukkah to you!!!! ✨

I have a dialogue prompt

"You know, you don't take good news well. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

If you choose to write this then please add a pinch of hurt/angst and a lot of comfort to it. Thank you.

Happy Writing 😊

Thank you so much!! I like this prompt, @textrovert-01, and I hope you enjoy what I came up with!

Draco tore down the corridor, sprinting as fast as he could. He ignored the curious stares of the ministry employees he passed as he made his way to—

To anywhere. Anywhere else but that ballroom.

He turned the corner, relieved to find the hallway blessedly empty. He nearly slammed himself against the wall as he jiggled the handle of the first door he saw, grunting when it was locked. He couldn't—wouldn't—risk an Alohomora; headlines of him breaking into a room that wasn't his would surely overshadow the headlines he wanted to read in the Prophet tomorrow.

He tried door after locked door until, blessedly, he found an empty conference room that opened. He shut the door behind himself and slumped against the wall, sinking to the floor and burying his head in his hands.

Moments later, the door opened, and Draco froze, hoping his crouched position would dissuade the intruder.

The door shut. "You know, you don't handle good news very well. Did anyone ever tell you that?"

Draco groaned in a mixture of irritation and relief, not lifting his head. "Go away, Weasel."

He heard a chuckle and felt the other man crouch down next to him. "No, I don't think I will."

Draco looked up at him with a glare. "Suit yourself."

They sat in silence for a moment. Draco silently willed the other man to either leave him to his misery or to bloody say something—

"So, are you going to tell me why the guest of honor left his own party?"

"I wasn't enjoying myself any longer."

"So you broke into the first empty room you could find to hide?"

Draco frowned. "The door was unlocked."

Weasley raised an eyebrow. "I could still write you up for breaking and entering."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "No, you couldn't."

"No, I couldn't," Weasley said with a sigh. "But it would be fun if I could, right? Though," he looked thoughtful for a moment. "Harry would be pretty upset with me if I did."

"Har—Potter? Why would he care?" Draco's heart picked up speed in his chest.

Weasley rolled his eyes. "You aren't seriously acting like this already."

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, Weasley," Draco sniffed. "Besides, it's over, anyway. We each got what we wanted out of it."

"Your relationship might've been faked for the press but the only ones you were fooling were yourselves."

"What—what do you mean?"

Weasley snorted. "You know, for a man who just received the Ministry's most prestigious potioneer grant, you're really thick."

"I-I resent the accusation that—"

"Malfoy, for Merlin's sake, you two have been fake-broken up for a day after your fake relationship and you're both already moping!"

"I'm not—wait, both of us?"

"Yes!" Weasley threw his hands in the air. "He's been sullen and sulking for hours."

Draco's head spun. Could Harry really—

"Yes! He could! He does! Really!" Weasley exclaimed, and Draco blushed at having wondered the words aloud. "Malfoy, you are both pathetically pining after each other and I thought you'd have gotten your shit together by now but you haven't and now I have to play bloody matchmaker for two idiots who were already bloody dating!"

Draco stared at Weasley, wide-eyed, as the other man finished off his rant with an exasperated sigh.

"Look," Weasley said, his voice having returned to its normal tone. "You didn't turn out to be the slimy, manipulative, evil, arrogant, terrible—"

"Oh, do go on,"

"—Thanks, I will—horrible, nefarious prat that you used to be when we were in school. For some unknowable reason, you make Harry happy. And if there's anyone on the bloody planet who deserves happiness, it's him, but more importantly, if I have to see him stare longingly after you one more time I'm going to puke. So. Get the fuck out of this room and tell him how you feel or I will resort to drastic measures."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Which are?"

"That's not seriously the main thing you took away from what I just said."

"No," Draco sighed. "Weasley, I'm going to say this exactly once in both of our lifetimes, so put it in a Pensieve for when your fragile ego needs a boost: you might, possibly, be right."

"High praise," Weasley said dryly. "Now can we get the bloody hell out of here? You have to go find your boyfriend, and I've got to find my fiancée."

"He's not my—hold on, your fiancée?"

Weasley grinned. "I guess we'll both have important conversations tonight, don't we?"

Draco scowled, rising to his feet. "Oh no, we're not bonding over this."

Weasley laughed, standing up as well. "The longer you stay here and stall talking to Harry, the more likely we are to start getting along."

Draco turned on a heel and ran out the door, the sound of Weasley's laughter fading behind him.

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Phoebe! For your drarry Hanukkah prompt special, would you like to write with this sentence prompt:

"This is for me?"

Always love your writing 💞💞💞

Hey Hazel! @colormehazelnut Thanks so much for this prompt. I wrote a whole ass draft of this taking place at Christmas before I remembered that this was for Hanukkah. But in my defense I am tired and have a big project due tomorrow that I gotta start finish. 😂 Anyway enjoy! Big thanks to my love @written-in-ash for the beta!

"There's one more for you," Harry said, reaching from the large gift bag at his feet and handing Draco a soft, slightly lumpy package with a small card taped to it.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "I thought it was only one present each night?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, it is, but this isn't from me."

"Who's it from?"

Harry shrugged with poorly-feigned nonchalance. "Check the card."

Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry but opened the card, reading the message aloud. "Draco, I know our two families have...had their differences in the past, but I do hope you know that you're welcome here. You're a part of Harry's family, which makes you part of ours. I hope to see you and Harry at our family's Christmas celebration next week. Much love, Molly."

All of Draco's breath left him in a whoosh. He looked up to see Harry beaming at him, raising his eyebrows in silent encouragement. With shaking fingers, Draco carefully tore the wrapping paper to reveal a soft baby blue sweater with a silver 'D' stitched in the middle.

Draco forced down the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. He'd seen Harry wear similar sweaters, even stolen them from time to time for warmth, but he never expected to have one of his own.

"So, what do you think?" Harry bit his lip, nervous. "D'you want to go?"

Draco nodded. "Yes, I'd love to."

Harry grinned, taking the sweater and gently tugging it over Draco's head. He snorted. "Figures you'd look handsome even in that sweater."

Draco smirked. "I look handsome in everything.."

“Yeah,” Harry’s grin was lopsided as he took Draco’s hand and squeezed it with his own. “Yeah, you do.”

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Hello! Happy Hanukkah! I'd like to request some angst surrounding the sectumsempra scene. Thank you <3

Hello love! @steampunkserpent27 Thank you ever so much for this prompt. I've written scenes like this one a few times before so I was excited for the challenge to do something kinda different. Hope you enjoy some angst!

You pull me into your dorm room with a laugh, and I finally understand the phrase 'a sight for sore eyes,' because the image of my best friend smiling for the first time in months makes my eyes ache with rising tears of joy.

I blink them away and smile back at you, letting you close the door as I flop down onto your bed. Normally we'd be more careful, but Slughorn is hopelessly gullible and clueless; Snape would've dragged me from the boys' dorm by my ear by now.

I ignore the phantom pinch of my cartilage and turn my attention to you, bright-eyed and grinning at me. You make some snide remark about the oaf who catcalled me in Hogsmeade today. You'd automatically wrapped a protective arm around my waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek like we were old lovers, and if we both weren't fantastically gay I'd almost believe it.

You shrug off your robes with nonchalance, draping them over the chair before your fingers start to unbutton your shirt. It reminds me of fourth year when our youthful curiosity drove us to try on each other's uniforms. If we hadn't sworn to never discuss it again, I imagine we'd bicker over whose idea it was (it was yours, by the way). I hope we do, one day.

You're still talking about something—which is fine with me because I like to be quiet when I'm feeling sentimental like this—and my eyes fall to your chest and my heart shatters.

"Draco, what is that?"

"Huh?"

"On your—your chest."

You freeze, following my gaze to your chest and then quickly looking back at me with wide eyes. "It's nothing," you mumble, turning around quickly and buttoning your shirt back up again.

I rise from the bed and move to stop you, my hand gentle on yours. I expect you to bat it away, but you don't, instead choosing to look away but still letting me see you.

The white scars litter your chest and abdomen like stripes. I choke back a sob, and I think it'll make you look at me but it only makes you swallow, your Adam's apple bobbing.

"Who did this to you?" I whisper when my voice finds me once more.

You surprise me again. You tell me everything: about Potter and Myrtle and the bathroom and the blood. About the pain.

When you're done, you button your shirt. You ask me to leave. My eyes ache anew.

So can you really blame me? For standing up when the Dark Lord asked for him? For pointing at the boy who nearly killed my best friend and saying, "But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!"

I want Potter to look me in the eye and tell me that he wouldn't have done the same if you'd attacked his Weasley; if the ginger git's freckled chest was covered in permanent reminders of excruciating pain like yours is. I want him to look me in my aching eyes and tell me that I wasn't acting out of justice. Out of love and fear, the most potent combination.

I'm glad you and Potter forgave each other. And I'm glad he shook my hand and called the incident "water under the bridge," another expression I have come to understand with great clarity since I nearly let myself drown in my self-hatred, my guilt. I hope he sees your scars and knows what it's like to gulp lungfuls of air when the emotional tide rises in his unblemished chest.

We are not lovers, you and I, but you are my partner.

You're mine, Draco.

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Hi babes!! Can I prompt making latkes for your 8 drarry nights?? Xoxo 💕

Kat @wheezykat, what a perfect way to start off Eight Drarry Nights! Thank you so much for this prompt, and I hope you enjoy. <3

"Done. What's next?" Draco asked, wiping his freshly washed hands with a clean dish towel.

Harry checked the recipe book, worn and slightly fragile from sitting in storage in the Potter family Gringotts vault for so long. It was one of the keepsakes they'd found in the storage space. It contained dozens of old family recipes from both of Harry's parents, written in James's messy scrawl and Lily's sharp, clear handwriting. They'd copied the book for safekeeping, but Harry always preferred to use the original, preserved with special spells to keep it together. Harry handled the book with an uncharacteristic delicacy and gentleness he usually reserved for baby Teddy and his first snitch—and Draco.

"Now we have to squeeze out the moisture from the potato and onion mix," Harry said, pulling Draco from his thoughts.

Draco wrinkled his nose. "Why?"

"So the latkes get crispy when we fry them." Harry reached into the bowl and scooped the mixture into another dish towel. He gathered it into the fabric and looked at Draco questioningly. "Do you want to do this part while I check on the rest of dinner?"

Draco looked at the wet, lumpy shredded potatoes and onions in the bowl and internally mourned his clean hands. "Sure."

Harry beamed, handing him the towel. "Great! Alright, when you're done, don't get rid of the liquid, we need it for the next step." With that, Harry moved to the oven where a brisket was currently cooking, releasing wafts of the tender meat into the air.

Draco squeezed the potato mixture over a bowl, making sure to knead it thoroughly. Once the liquid had been drained, he set the potatoes down and turned to watch Harry check on the vegetables and the brisket, making sure the sauce and meat were cooking well together. Draco's mouth watered as the oven door closed, taking its savory smells with it.

Harry got out a cast-iron skillet and added a substance he'd called "chicken schmaltz," which was apparently chicken fat and, according to Harry and the recipe book, the best way to cook the latkes.

Apparently satisfied with the schmaltz heating in the pan, Harry approached Draco's side of the counter, leaning over to look at his work. "Perfect! Now we have to separate the potato starch." Picking up the bowl with the excess liquid, Harry drained it over the sink, separating the potato starch from the water that had separated from it.

He walked back to Draco with the bowl of potato starch, setting it next to the shredded potatoes and the other ingredients on the counter. "Now we mix everything together and form the pancakes!"

Harry showed him how to combine the ingredients with his fingers and then form short, messy, and slightly domed potato pancakes, setting them onto a separate surface. Harry checked the pan and announced that it was ready for frying, showing Draco how to carefully place the latkes in the hot pan without burning himself.

Draco stared as the latkes sizzled in the pan, browning easily. The smells of the cooking latkes and the brisket—which Harry removed from the oven in all its tender, flavorful glory—made Draco's stomach growl, and Harry chuckled at the sound.

After a few minutes, Harry flipped the latkes to let them cook on the other side, and Draco watched in awe, wondering how they held together rather than fall apart at the slightest manipulation. Harry just shrugged. "It's the matzo meal—and I've had a lot of practice."

Finally, finally, Draco licked his lips when Harry turned off the stove and removed the latkes from the pan, setting them on a towel to drain and cool. Draco reached from a latke, only for Harry to slap his hand away with a frown.

"Not yet, Draco, wait for dinner. I haven't gotten the apple sauce and sour cream yet."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Apple sauce?"

"You'll see. Now," Harry said, picking up a serving spoon, "How much brisket do you want?"

Soon, they were sitting at their small dining table with plates piled high with roasted brisket and vegetables. The plate of latkes sat between them, along with a tub of sour cream and a container of apple sauce.

"People dip usually their latkes in sour cream and apple sauce, but some people like them plain," Harry explained, heaping a spoonful of apple sauce onto his plate. "Go ahead, try it."

Draco reached for a latke, first trying it plain. He closed his eyes as he bit into it, letting the crispy outside and hot, soft inside cover his tongue. Next, he reached for the sour cream, enjoying the way the cool condiment countered the latke. The apple sauce was a pleasant surprise, the sweetness a welcome counterpart to the salty savory pancake.

"So?" Harry asked after Draco's careful taste test. "Which did you like best?"

Draco tilted his head, considering. "I don't know. I have to try them again to be sure." He looked back at the plate of latkes to find, to his dismay, that it was empty. Harry chuckled at the disappointment that was likely written all over his face, and Draco frowned.

"We can make more tomorrow if you want," Harry said, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

Draco perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah, sure, Hanukkah's eight nights, love," Harry smiled, nodding toward the menorah in the window.

Draco followed his gaze, admiring the two lit candles in the stand. He smiled, moving his chair closer to Harry to rest his head on his chest.

"Happy Hanukkah, Harry."

Harry kissed the top of Draco's head. "Happy Hanukkah, Draco."

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This is written for my Eight Drarry Nights series, where I will write 8 prompts based on asks for each night of Hanukkah! This is for night 1.

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For the 8 nights prompts: I had this very emotional image of draco performing the shabbat blessings, particularly hadlakat neirot. eyes covered, brighest thing in the room, brightest thing in harry's heart. i don't know if you're still talking prompts for it but it's a lovely thing to think about anyway!

Hello dear nonnie, and Shabbat Shalom! Chag Sameach, as well, for Hanukkah. I have a lot of Feelings about the way Judaism factors into Drarry's life and relationship. Given Draco's background and character, I like to imagine/write about him learning about Judaism from Harry (and Hermione), so that's what I'll be doing here. I hope you enjoy!

"Harrryyy when's dinner?" Teddy whined, his chin resting on his chin, elbows on the table."

Harry chuckled. "Soon, Teds. Why don't you go fetch Draco and you two can get the candles and challah?"

Teddy perked up. "Okay!" He hopped down from the chair and ran out of the kitchen, his joyful shouts of "Dracoooo dinnerrrr" echoing after him.

Harry shook his head fondly as he checked on the chicken, pulling it from the oven. While he plated their food onto three plates, he heard Teddy chatting away and two sets of footsteps entering the room behind him. Draco made the occasional quiet commentary but mostly let Teddy ramble on as he wished.

Harry turned, two plates in hand, to see Draco carefully sticking the candles into their holders. The other man's eyes were fixed on his task until Harry set the plates down in front of their proper chairs, and then kind gray eyes met his.

Harry grinned, setting Teddy's plate in front of his chair just as the child slid into his seat, setting a loaf of challah onto the table next to him.

Teddy picked up his fork, and Harry tsked softly. "Teds, we have to say the blessings first." The boy set it back down onto his napkin with a small sigh. Harry chuckled and pat his head.

He picked up the box of matches. "Okay, let's say the blessings over the candles. Draco? Would you do the honors?"

Draco blinked. "M-me?"

Harry grinned, amused. "Do you see another Draco here?" He shared a small glance and a wink with Teddy when he giggled.

Draco flushed. "I just—I don't know all the words."

Harry let his initial argument die on his tongue as his mind filled with the memory of catching Draco sitting on the bed in their shared room earlier this week, prayer book open on his lap, stumbling through the words of hadlakat neirot. Instead, he shrugged. "You've seen Teds and me say it for a few weeks now. We'll help you if you get stuck."

Draco stared at Harry a moment and then glanced down at Teddy, who looked up at him with bright, hopeful eyes. He let out a shaky exhale and nodded, taking the box of matches from Harry's hand.

Harry wandlessly dimmed the lights as Draco carefully but intentionally moved the match across the striking surface, flinching very slightly when the match head ignited into a small flame. He carefully touched it to the wick of each candle, murmuring just loudly enough for Harry and Teddy to hear:

"Baruch Atah Adonai, Eloheinu Melech ha’olam, asher kidshanu b-b'mi—" Draco stopped a moment, stuttering over the words. He Vanished the burnt match and stared at the candles, frowning in concentration.

"B’mitzvotav vitzivanu..." Harry said lowly, giving Draco a small, encouraging smile.

Draco's eyes met Harry's, his face illuminated by the flickering candles. "L’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah," Draco said softly, not breaking eye contact.

"Amen!" Teddy said cheerfully. "Challah time!" He reached for the closed bag of bread and opened it.

Harry accepted a slice from Teddy and saw Draco do the same, a slight blushing tinge to his cheeks visible even in the soft glow of the candles. As Teddy began an off-key rendition of the hamotzi, Harry reached over and wrapped his arm around Draco's waist, pressing a kiss to his temple. Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder, and they watched the flames dance and flicker in time with their heartbeats.

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Eight Drarry Nights Masterlist

Hello everyone! This post is about a week late lol but I just wanted to say a belated thank you for all the love that the Hanukkah prompt series got! There are still prompts I didnt get to that I will save for a rainy day. I wanted all the fics to be accessible under a tag but Tumblr is being strange so I will list them for you here! (They're also all on AO3 here. Also idk how I ended up with 9 either but pretend one is the shamash okay?)

A Latke Love

put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch

This is for me?

i will stand in the dark for you

Convincing

Flickering

Just Dance

ice cream

Draco Malfoy's Plan for Giving Harry Potter a Happy Holiday

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Hi Phoebes! When I think Hanukkah I think food, so my prompt for you will be: "Are you really going to eat that?" or, alternatively, the word 'fried'! From fried food to 'my brain is fried, let's call it a night' 😂 All the love, light and miracles to you 💖

@rockingrobin69 Robin, love, thank you so much for this prompt! I'm going to go with your second suggestion, "fried." I thought about going with fried food because it's obviously so central to the holiday, but I wanted to write this instead 😂. Love you and I hope you enjoy <3

You said that when you were younger, you spent your summers as an apprentice for your father. You thought you were preparing to enter the family business—and you were—just not the one you were promised.

But you'd pour over parchment until late at night, your back hunched and head low. You'd write until your hand ached, massaging the muscles in your fingers in between paragraphs of the proposal you were helping to draft.

Sometimes, your mother would enter the room. She was a sight for sore eyes, wearing her reading glasses, long nightgown, and plush blue robe.

She would smile at you and approach you where you were sitting at your desk and set down a spoon and a small bowl of ice cream, the scoop of vanilla covered in peanut butter chocolate sauce.

You'd pick up the bowl gratefully, taking a bite of the dessert and letting it melt blissfully on your tongue. Your mother would run a cool, gentle hand through your hair, over your neck, relieving some of the stress there.

She would tell you how proud she was, how hard you were working. And then she'd leave you to it, closing the door behind her with a soft click.

You still spend late nights hunched over your desk, but now it's my job to bring you ice cream. I run a hand through your hair, to lightly massage the tension from your neck and upper back.

I kiss your temple, telling you to come to bed when the brain inside that beautiful head of yours needs a rest. If it were up to me, I'd drag you there now. We both know you don't get enough sleep, that you tire yourself out with how hard you work.

But you have to do this, you say. You have to manage the business your father abandoned. Because your mother relies on it—on you—and she used to bring you ice cream.

So I try to close the door softly when I leave, and I try not to worry about the angle of your hunched back, and I never let you set an alarm on the weekends. When you come to bed, I'll rub your neck. I'll tell you how proud I am of you, how much I love you.

And I always make sure we have ice cream.

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