#sad draco

[bp4545]

Deadline (Angst)

I think I might make this a mini series, because I don't like the sad ending of this fic:) Let me know if you want multiple parts to this, or just leave a like/comment if you enjoyed it!

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty. Sad!Draco, falling out of love, swearing, cheating but not really. There are mentions and implications of sexual activity. This is also a little bit of a Theo x reader. It's in Draco's perspective mainly.

Summary: Draco notices the love of his life slipping through his fingers. Will he win her back? Or is their love a deadline long overdue? Should he show his final act of love by letting her go?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

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He was no fool. He was no fool when it came to love.

He could see her heart slipping away from him. Maybe slowly but surely. He could see it, whether she thought he could or not. 

Sure your relationship with Draco was far from perfect. There were so many obstacles, so many hurdles along the way, but throughout it all, you and Draco endured. You thrived and you cherished each other. Your love kept you going. 

Draco wasn't so sure anymore.

He wasn't sure, whether it was the passionate kisses turning into small pecks, or the holding hands while walking to class turning into him holding your books for you. Maybe it was the eye contact, that you could no longer hold with him for more than a few seconds. Or maybe the distance. The distance between the two of you. 

Draco could feel her slipping away from him. From the small actions he used to love, turning into nothing but a memory. The small smiles exchanged across the room, she was now exchanging with someone else. 

He always thought that her love would be enough. He loved her until the very last beat of his heart. He always knew she was never destined to do the same. 

It broke him. 

To see you smile for the first time in days, only to see that you were looking far, far away from his gaze, to someone else.

He knew you were long gone. Even after all the comforting words of reassurance. When you hold him to your chest at night and tell you that you love him. He feels as though it's not directed to him. Maybe it used to be, but not anymore, not when there was another party involved.

Theo.

Draco was no fool. He was no fool when it came to love.

He could see the way you glanced at Theo from across the room. The shy smiles you sent him when you thought no one was looking. Draco recognised it. It reminded him of the way you used to look at him when you first fell in love.

He knew your gaze was upon Theo, even when you were sat next to Draco, he could sense you looking across the tables, to a familiar head of brown hair. 

It broke his heart, to think that every kiss you shared with him, you were imagining a different pair of lips. To think that this wonderful relationship you two have built together was just a deceitful yet beautiful lie. 

Draco was no fool.

He knew those empty words. Those 'I love you's' that were meant for someone else.

When he held you, you still felt so far away from him, out of reach.

When he made love to you, and your eyes rolled back. When he whispered in your ear that he loved you, but you couldn't look him in the eye. 

It tore him apart

He wished he was enough for you, that your love would live on forever, but that was just too good to be true. Because Draco, well Draco, he's the bad guy, he knows he will never get his happy ending.

It doesn't stop him from loving you, feeling utterly selfish for still keeping you tied to him when you so clearly wanted someone else. 

It wasn't simple.

He couldn't just stop loving you, no.

He could never, not after everything you two were and would forever be. 

The sleepless nights where he cried in your shoulder, black ink and a rolled sleeve. You'd reassure him, cry with him, his pain was yours. You'd kiss him, like we was your world. Because he was, or at least he used to be.

You had so much love to give, and a Draco knew it wasn't his anymore. 

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So here he was. 

Your hands wrapped around his as you cry to him, telling him not to leave you.

"Draco I don't love him I promise!" you cried "I love you! It's always you!" 

It made Draco's heart ache, the cold air hitting his hot-tear stained cheeks as he refused to look into your eyes.

"Y/n I see the way you look at him, it's the way you used to look at me. I know you want him. I know I am not enough for you anymore" He admitted it as much as it pained him.

"But Draco, what about everything we have ever been through? Will it not mean anything, I still love you, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel as though you weren't enough, please don't leave me!" You cried, pain in your voice. 

You never meant to fall out of love with Draco, you didn't want to admit it. It would seem more real, that you had moved on. You didn't want to fall out of love with Draco. But you couldn't help it, to fall for the brunette boy that could never compare to Draco. You were disgusted with yourself, you never asked for your heart to betray you. It hurt more that Draco was right. You felt a flutter when Theo walked past, just like it used to flutter around Draco, and it pained you that he was so wrongly right. 

"You know I love you y/n. And I think the only way to show you how much I love you is to let you go." Draco said quietly.

He didn't want you to leave. He wished you could grab him, tell him that you loved him, promise to love him forever. But he knew you wouldn't. Because he's Draco Malfoy. The boy without choice, the boy with no happy ending.

He knew that as much as you wanted to run into his arms and hold him, your heart longed for something more. Something that he could never give you. 

"Draco" you said. The name feeling so natural rolling off your tongue. 

You embraced him and cried into his chest. Feeling so in love with him in that moment, feeling so guilty, so ashamed. 

"I'm so sorry Draco" You cried. You never meant to fall out of love with Draco. "I'm so so sorry. I wish we could have lasted forever" you sobbed, he let go of you. You suddenly felt so cold. So unprotected, knowing that you would ever be in his embrace again. Knowing that he would never hold you in that same way.

"It's okay my love. I don't blame you. If I were you, I would have fallen out of love with me too. Our love had a deadline, I just didn't know how overdue it was. Just know that I will always be here for you. I will be here if you need me, if you need comfort, if he doesn't treat you right." he reassured. You nodded at him, regret and tears, rushing down your face, as you realised that you could ever replicate the same love you had with Draco. You knew no one could love you the same way he did, and you felt so ashamed of yourself for letting your heart betray you and make you fall out of love with such a beautiful yet broken boy.

"I love you Draco" you said, quietly, meaning every word.

Draco listened to your words. He knew you meant it, just not in the way he wanted you to mean it. He knew you would always love him, but the love would only ever be a memory, or a love shared between good friends once more than that.

"I know y/n" he said, his heart felt empty knowing his love was long lost. "I love you too" he gave you a small smile, watching your tear filled eyes crease as more tears ran down your cheeks.

"I hope Theo treats you better than I ever did." He walks away. So you can't see him break even more.

"I'm sure he won't"

You whispered under your breath once he was far and long gone.

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a/n: This made me so sad:( I think I will make this a three part series, so look out for some more parts later on:) I will try make it a happy ending!

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[miss-celestial-being]

One Last Time

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mini fic, only angst if you get it, kinda character death(?)

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The air grew cold as grey swarmed the sky. Drops of water clearing away the hurt from his face, his tears blending with the rain. Draco closed his eyes, lifting his head to face the sky. He could've been there for hours, days, before he was finally snapped out of his trance, coming face to face with the brightest smile and an umbrella over his head.

Y/n walked down the sidewalk, stomping her rain boots in every puddle she came across. The jacket around her swallowing her whole as she walked to the cemetery, handpicked flowers clutched in her hands. Y/n looked around at all the graves without flowers as she set out, placing a small bundle of daisies at each one.

A figure standing in the rain caught her attention. His blonde hair slicked back by the water, his face sad. Y/n frowned, furrowing her eyebrows in thought before walking up to him, raising her umbrella to his height, taking a second to look at his beautiful features before the man looked down, his eyes focusing on the small smile on her face.

Y/n held up a bundle of daisies, urging him to take it, the smile on her face growing the longer she looked at him. He took the small flowers in his large hand, smiling at the kindness the girl had shown him.

Draco picked a flower out of the bundle and tucked it behind the girl's ear, moving her hair out of her face with it. She smiled, reaching up to hold is hand in place against her face. Draco's ears turned a bright shade of pink at the action, his cheeks warm.

The girl looked around for a moment at all the graves, grabbing his hand and placing the handle of the umbrella in it. She leaned up slowly, placing a small kiss to his cheek before walking away, slowly disappearing into the wind.

Draco wiped his tears as he touched his cheek, wishing he got one more moment with the love of his life. If not to hold her, then to say goodbye one last time.

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If you don't understand, Y/n was already dead and this was him imagining her. I'm thinking he already had the umbrella and daisies but just didn't pay attention to them and if you're wondering why I chose daisies it's bc they're my favorite flower. I think that covered everything.

hope you liked this!! <3

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[the-real-milo]

Beauty, Terror, and Everything Inbetween

summary: hogwarts fight club mixed with some postwar ptsd and some bloodlust, emphasis on lust

word count: 3k 

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Draco Malfoy’s lip was split open, his nose was dripping blood on his once-pristine tie, and his eyes were gleaming with a bloodlust Harry hadn’t seen in months. And, Harry thought, he had never looked better.

It was technically Ron’s idea to initiate Hogwarts’s first Fight Club. Having five brothers, he was used to disputes being settled with an arm wrestle or even a one-round pindown. So, when Ron and Dean were having a tiff over who got to eat the last blueberry scone at tea time, Ron suggested an arm wrestle. Winner takes the cake, literally. And, in that case, Ron took the cake. It was a simple affair, a one-and-done. 

However, Seamus bet Ron that in any two out of three, his boyfriend would beat Ron’s ass. Ron, like a magical Marty McFly, could not withstand being called chicken and took the bet. The first bet started at one bronze knut. Of course, Hermione took care of the gambling mathematics, though she did so with plenty of disapproving glares at the boys. After Ron won his hard-earned knut, Neville challenged him and won Ron’s knut from there.

Susan Bones, at the Hufflepuff table, challenged Neville, but before Hermione could call the round (and, Hermione was judged to be the only person both smart enough and unbiased enough to be judge) Headmistress McGonagall shut the game down. Something about gambling or physical violence not being encouraged, Harry wasn’t really sure. He was sure that the last time all the houses had collaborated on something was for Dumbledore’s Army/ the war they had all been forced into.

So, when tea ended, Ron suggested everyone head up to the Room of Requirement to finish the Bones v. Longbottom stand-off. Everyone agreed, and when they found the room, there were bleachers and a wrestling ring waiting for them. Though Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors had come up to watch their respective champions, and a few curious Ravenclaws shuffled in, no Slytherins attended the first official match. Some people argued that they shouldn’t be invited at all, but Hermione lectured everyone with something boring about Germany after World War I, and either they understood or were too afraid to argue with her. 

The next day, Malfoy showed up with Zabini. They stood in the back for all the matches, whispering to each other, and bet on nothing. Neither of them spoke to Harry, though Zabini gave him a polite nod on his way out. 

One week, when there were few viewers left besides immediate friends of the fighters and, truthfully, even they had grown bored with the great sport of arm wrestling, someone suggested that they have “real” fights, though no one remembers who that was. Everyone In the room immediately shot down the idea, until Neville punched Ron (albeit, lightly) in the face, and Ron hit him back, and everyone was hooked. More people showed up, more money was bet, and more fun was had. 

Harry was surprised with how fun the fighting was; he hadn’t lost a single match, though many had wanted to challenge the Chosen One. Beyond winning, though, it had been a long time since Harry did something for the fun of it - years, at least.  

After a particularly good fight with Ginny, who didn’t hold punches like some of the others, Harry stepped outside the Room of Requirement for a breather only to see Malfoy leaning against the wall.

They stood quietly next to each other. Harry hadn’t talked to Malfoy since the war. The feud between them had seemingly fizzled out, and Harry didn’t know how to deal with Malfoy the person, rather than Malfoy the archenemy. Once you battle and kill the literal evilest person in the world, petty rivalries don’t seem so important.

“Do you enjoy beating up your friends?” Malfoy says stoically, unmoving from the wall. 

Harry whips his head around to look at Malfoy, who seems nonchalant, but has tightly clenched, slightly shaking fists.

“It’s all in good fun.” Harry replies calmly, not matching Malfoy’s attitude. No one’s forcing him to be up here; Whatever problem he has, he can deal with on his own.

“Didn’t we all go through enough fighting?” Malfoy continues, “Aren’t you tired?” 

Harry looks at Malfoy, really looks at him, for the first time since the war. He had dark circles under his eyes, and had lost weight in a way that made his cheeks look sunken in. 

“Yeah, I am,” Harry replies, “But somehow, this helps. It’s… cathartic, in a way.” Malfoy looked up at Harry, at first in confusion, then in determination. He grabbed Harry by the wrist, and pulled him back into the Room of Requirement. 

“We’re next.” Malfoy announced to the room, which was met with complaints by those occupying the waiting list. 

“We’re next.” Harry confirmed, to which the complainers promptly shut up.

Malfoy dropped Harry’s wrist, and then stood in the middle of the ring, looking somewhat lost. Harry followed him up and removed his outer robe, which Malfoy copied. While Harry was wearing a Gryffindor sweater to combat the winter chill, Malfoy was in his usual posh dress, vest and all. 

“Do you know how to form a fist?” Harry asked, quietly. Malfoy shook his head, eyes faced towards the floor of the ring. 

Harry took Malfoy’s left hand, but Malfoy immediately went stiff and shook his head. 

The dark mark, Harry thought to himself.

Without saying a word, he takes Malfoy’s right hand, and pushes down all his fingers, and cages the front two in with his thumb. Malfoy copies this himself with his left hand, and Harry nods his approval.

“Ready?” Hermione calls, after collecting all the bets for the round. Both boys nod, and the room counts down from three. On one, neither boys move.

“Come on,” Harry says, with a hint of a smile, “You know you want t-”

And Malfoy’s fist comes down on Harry’s cheek, much harder than he expected. Harry looks at him in shock, and Malfoy just shrugs, a new grin on his face. Harry matches the grin, and goes for Malfoy’s solar plexus. They continue trading blows without stopping until their three minutes are up, and Hermione blows her whistle. Both boys are breathing hard, but neither of them have any visible damage. Malfoy looks exhilarated, but after a couple of seconds he runs out of the ring to the trash can that just appeared in the corner of the room, and releases the majority of his stomach contents.

“Looks like Harry wins,” Hermione says lightly, and cheers go up from around the room. 

Harry just makes his way over to Malfoy, who is shaking slightly in the corner, but is otherwise okay. 

“Give me a second, and I’ll shake your hand like a proper good sport.” Malfoy says good-naturedly.

“That’s okay, mate” Harry grins, “You’ll have a chance when I beat you again.” 

Malfoy chuckles, but then retches again into the trash bin. Harry is hesitant, but he slides onto the floor next to Malfoy and rubs his back lightly. He tenses up at first, but then melts into Harry’s touch. They sit like that for the rest of the day’s matches. 

Hermione schedules Harry in to fight Malfoy once a week. Their second fight goes pretty much the same as the first, with Malfoy excavating his guts as soon as the time is up.

“If you want to have a chance at beating me, you have to take care of yourself.” Harry says to Draco, sitting beside him once again.

“I do!” Malfoy says crossly, but this is such an obvious lie that Harry does not feel the need to point it out.

“Tomorrow. 6am, Forbidden Forest. I need a jogging partner.”

Malfoy looks like he wants to protest, but he just shrugs his shoulders. Harry sighs, but doesn’t leave Malfoy’s side. 

Harry gets to the forest at 6, fully expecting Malfoy to no-show, but he’s already there, the tips of his nose and ears already showing pink. 

Malfoy gives Harry a small smile, makes Harry’s stomach do this funny flip-flopping thing that he decidedly ignores. 

They start jogging together down Harry’s usual trail, and they almost fall into silence when Harry starts to recount the story of Aragog to Malfoy. He’s a good listener, asking engaging questions and making the appropriate reactions to Harry’s story. He then tells his own story, of an awful detention served in the forest. The two boys trade stories like this for the entire run, and they almost can’t believe it when it’s time to head back to the school for breakfast. When they get to the Great Hall, Draco makes to go to the Slytherin table when Harry asks, “Stay with me?” 

Draco looks hesitant, but nods in agreement, and Harry gives him a grateful smile. They head to the Gryffindor table, where Hermione looks at Harry approvingly, and Ron is too busy eating to notice anything amiss.

At first, he just sits there, taking in the Gryffindors’ conversations. Harry stares at Draco until he picks up the nearest thing, a blueberry muffin, and puts it on his plate. He continues to watch Draco, who looks Harry in the eyes for every single bite he takes. Once the last of the muffin is gone, Harry awards Draco with a quick side-squeeze of a hug. Draco wasn’t expecting that, but he leans into it.

“Hey, when did Malfoy get here?” Ron asks, mouth half full. 

Harry and Draco look at each other, and break out into laughter - neither of them note it, but it’s the first time they laugh together. 

The sixth fight is the first one that Draco gets through without getting sick. At the end, he looks out of breath and completely soaked with sweat, but he stands tall.

“I’m proud of you,” Harry murmurs in his ear, and Draco blushes deeply as Harry is declared the winner once again. 

Every day, they jog together, they eat meals together, and they learn more about each other than they have in the past seven years.  

Their eighth and last year at Hogwarts is more than two-thirds over, and not everyone handles it well. The Slytherins throw nightly ragers that blend into one another, the parties bleeding over into one another until they’re indistinguishable. After a class ends, there’s always an inevitable straggler who sits in the classroom, staring at the familiar walls and imprinting them to memory. 

Harry and Draco sometimes stay in the Forbidden Forest long past when they’re done jogging, and talk about their plans for the future. 

“You know, I always wanted to be a healer,” Draco reveals one day, leaning against Harry as they sit before their favorite oak tree.

“Healer Malfoy,” Harry tries the title out on his tongue, and Draco smiles, those smiles that have become less of a rarity and more habit. 

Harry doesn’t know what he’ll do after Hogwarts. Of course, Hermione has her twenty year plan, and Ron would follow her anywhere. When it had been time to study for Owls and to pick a career path, Harry was sure he would die in service to the wizarding world, but mostly Dumbledore. Now that Dumbledore was gone, and the war definitively over, Harry wasn’t sure what to do with himself. 

“You could become a Healer, with me!” Draco suggests one day, and Harry laughs at the idea. He never excelled at school, not really, not beyond what was expected, and he wouldn’t want to go into the career knowing he could be nothing more than average.

“You could stay here,” McGonagall suggests to him one day, but Harry knows that isn’t right either. 

As Draco gets stronger, and the boys become more comfortable with one another, their fights become more brutal. They really let loose, their anger and frustration and confusion all coming out and being laid bare.

It’s the day of their last fight of the year, and they are the first to arrive at the Room of Requirement, just as they planned. They sit in the back of the empty bleachers, waiting.

“I guess this is it,” Harry says, somewhat awkwardly. He doesn’t know what to do. He never does, not when it counts.

Draco says nothing, and just sits there with Harry until the crowds appear. He’s been getting dangerously close to beating Harry, so the bets are more varied now, meaning more money for the winner. 

Finally, the crowds arrive. Harry and Draco are the last fight of the day, and they watch the other matches together, still in silence.

“Talk to me, Draco,” Harry says almost pleadingly. 

“I -” Draco swallows thickly. He doesn’t answer any further. He has that defensive sneer back on his face, the one he hasn’t shown since they were kids who had to be brave. 

Harry doesn’t press him any further, but sneaks his hand into Draco’s when he’s sure everyone else is concentrating on the fight. Draco doesn’t hold Harry’s hand, not really, but he doesn’t let him go, either. 

By the last match before theirs, though, Draco is gripping Harry’s hand so hard that it’s turned bone white.

 When it’s their turn to fight, Draco lets go of Harry’s hand quickly, as if shocked that he’s still holding on. Draco walks up to the ring, back stiff, and ignores the cheers and taunts of the crowd. Harry does the same, solely focused on Draco. He’s not alright, Harry can tell that much. If only he knew how to fix it, he would, he would. But Harry’s not sure he can, anymore. 

He’s about to call off the fight when Hermione starts the match and Draco throws a punch that hits him squarely in the cheekbone. And it stings. But Harry doesn’t move, just looks at Draco, worrying. 

“Fight me, Potter,” Draco says, through gritted teeth, “It’s a fight. Hit me, for Salazar’s Sake!” By the end, Draco was shouting through a silent room.

“Why should I?” Harry asks, carefully. If Draco shows any hint of breaking, he’ll walk out, possibly dragging a kicking and screaming Draco behind him.

“I was told this was supposed to be cathartic,” And Draco grins, and it’s wild, and it’s terrifying, and it’s beautiful. “Give me your catharsis, Harry,”

And then the fight, the one they’ve been waiting for all their lives, finally starts. It’s not just fists, but hands and claws and teeth. Draco kicks at Harry’s shin, sending him to his knees. Harry looks up at him like he’s at the altar and Draco is his god, his beautiful god who is striking him down for all the sins he hasn’t committed yet. Harry pulls at Draco’s vest, dragging the boy down to his level, and reverse slams him to the ground. He cradles Draco’s head as they both fall and twists so that Draco is underneath him. Once Draco is pinned to the ground beneath him, Harry is able to land punch after punch before Draco is able to catch his arm and yank him down. Draco bites the muscle between Harry’s shoulder and when he is released, Harry can see the gleam of his own blood on Draco’s teeth. 

The three minute timer rings unnoticed.

All their fears about the future, their bitterness, their repentance, their sorrow, is lost in the fight. Perhaps lost isn’t the right word - it’s shared between them, given as gifts and burdens that both boys are fighting to hold up, alone. Two Atlases, holding up the same world, learning to share the burden. 

Finally, Harry collapses in a corner, Draco kneeling between his thighs and holding Harry’s face between his hands. 

Draco Malfoy’s lip was split open, his nose was dripping blood on his once-pristine tie, and his eyes were gleaming with a bloodlust Harry hadn’t seen in months. And, Harry thought, he had never looked better.

No one is declared a winner. The crowds shuffle out slowly, ushered by Hermione, who checks the boys quickly for concussions before exiting herself. 

“I know what you did,” Draco pants, still holding onto Harry as if scared he’ll run away (which Harry does not possess the strength to do, even if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to, for the record.)

“It was going to be a surprise. Tonight. At my victory party.” Somehow, Harry manages a crooked grin, though it hurts to do so. 

“You bought Malfoy Manor.” Harry had bought the mansion weeks ago, with the winnings from his weekly fights. He told no one, though less so because of the surprise factor and more so that he was scared Draco would reject it. Most people don’t want to live in their childhood home forever, but after being orphaned during the war, Harry figured Draco would want some semblance of his parents around him.

“For you. For us. I was thinking we could be … roommates, or something,” Harry managed to stutter out. Draco doesn’t say anything, so Harry continues, panicking.

“Or I could just, you could live alone? I don’t mean to force my way, I mean, it’s completely up to you. I just wanted to- “

Draco kisses Harry then, moving his hands from Harry’s cheekbones to his jaw to his neck. On Harry’s part, he can’t move much, or even sit up straight, but he kisses back with all the force he possesses. Harry can taste his own blood in Draco’s mouth, and it only pushes him further. 

Maybe they’ve jumped off a cliff they can’t return from, but if so they both jumped too long ago to even regret the choice.

“You bought me a house.” Draco says, as soon as he’s able to separate himself from Harry. 

“I bought you a house.” And they both laugh at the absurdity of it, the certainty and uncertainty baked into the action. 

“Stay with me,” Draco whispers into Harry’s neck, and Harry nods and holds Draco tighter than he’s ever dared to before. 

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[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt ‘fool’ from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 50 (!!)

Drarry microfic: a fool in love

Cw: slight homophobia

“You’re a fool to think that man will ever love you more than the perfect woman could do, son!” his father exclaimed as Draco fled the room, hot tears prickling in the corners of his eyes.

His father was wrong. Harry could love him more than anyone had ever done.

Prompt from April 26th

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[rockingrobin69]

Prince of Cheese

For the brilliant @ghaniblue, 800 words, angst. TW mentions of blood.

He grew up prince of his little world: delicate silks and rich creamy frostings and brand-new toys, wooden and shiny, all for him alone. Every wish fulfilled before he’d even dreamt it, every need anticipated, taken care of. By the age of three he managed to charm the house elves so, they didn’t even scold him when his mother demanded it. They’d braid his hair instead, with Mr. Draco needs to and little Sir shouldn’t, but always affectionate. Draco was the undisputed prince of his kingdom, of his people.

He was royalty in Hogwarts too. There was always someone to look up to him, to carry his books and fix his clothes and laugh at his jokes. The teachers all gave him far more leave than they should have, mostly because he brandished his father’s name like a sword and hid behind his wealth like a shield. He thought he knew ‘conflict’ in the tense conversations his parents held behind closed doors, that he saw ‘hardships’ in receiving the shorter end of the stick in some petty rivalry. He thought—gods, such silly, silly things. Things only a child would think. And, well, he was a child. And then he wasn’t.

He was still a prince when they led him to that throne, black wooden chair that seemed more regal than anything. When he took his place before it, one knee down and wrist forward, he felt grand. Elevated, better, chosen. No one had told him—or perhaps they couldn’t, by then. He wouldn’t have listened. This was what he’s been prepared for all his life, pampered, spoiled, putrid little brat that he was; and this was to be his fate, etched red on white skin. Eternal glory. A mighty position in the reckoning, the changing of destiny.No longer the shorter end, but victory, from now and till forever. If only it didn’t hurt so. If only his mother didn’t seem this sad. If only—well, he’ll worry about the implications of turning his wand on another when the time comes. He was a prince, still. He had his place and his people.

There’s no royalty in war. When everyone is hungry, and bleeding, and angry, and hurt. You either fight with them, or you’re an enemy; and Draco didn’t want to be much of either, anymore. He thought he’d been readied—what a fucking joke. No one prepared him for this. No one told him what was really happening, and if they did, he wasn’t smart enough to understand. A stupid, stupid, stupid child—no longer child—far from adult still—coward, useless, shadow of a—nothing. There was nothing in him left when he used curses unimaginable, when he sacrificed all he had and things he didn’t. When he realised how far the way down still goes, that he himself was the one who took it. There was nothing when he finally fell, defeated, covered in snot and blood and tears. Nothing to brandish, to hide behind or to hold. No place, no protection, no people to care for him. Draco sank.

They cut his hair when he entered the prison; the last remnant of his crown, gone. Hunched shoulders, lessons of posture and decorum long forgotten. He was so small behind the bars, cradled into himself, crying, crying, crying, like a boy, a helpless baby. But no one was there to braid his hair, to give him a friendly tap or wipe away his tears. To scold, to shame or punish. No one to save him—there was nothing to save, anyway. Shreds of a fallen prince, defenceless on his own, much as he ever was. Because it was never his own strength that gave him protection, that justified his reign. It was his people. Now he had only the rats, and nothing he could give them.

He ached to give something, to find the tiniest bit of purpose, of himself in the bleak that became his world. He imagined the bloody bits of mortar he scraped off the wall with broken fingernails were breadcrumbs, to feed his new court. But the rats didn’t care for this faux-benefactor. They saw him for who he truly was, what he always had been: an impostor. Prince of garbage. He’d sell his soul if only to be prince of cheese; if he could be something good, something useful, just once. But he had nothing.

It won’t be long, anyway. Draco had learned there’s always room to fall. Self-pity felt acrid on his tongue, burning in his eyes; he was the only one to blame. And now… now comes the end.

He closed his eyes and imagined, with a cracked, tiny smile, how he used to make the house elves laugh. Prince of his castle, he was. Until he wasn’t.

#ficlet #tw mentions of blood #800 words #angst #sad draco #prompts #RockingRobin69

[buckychokeandslaymedaddy]

You can’t tell me this wasn’t Draco in the first movie.

#harry potter #draco lucius malfoy #drarry #lucius malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #ron weasley #ron Weasley sucks #sad draco #harry potter and the philosopher's stone #funny content

[frm9pm]

Like father like son

#draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #:’) thinking about it makes me sad but also hopeful

[iamnmbr3]

in the epilogue it's 19 years later and harry potter is STILL staring at draco malfoy. draco is the only one who gets his hair and clothes described in detail. even if we go 100% canon compliant drarry is still a thing - it's just the sad drarry ending.

two people made for each other and meant to be together, but torn apart by the war. their potential never realized and yet still, 19 years later unable to look away from each other.

#now im sad. good thing the epilogue is fake and they got married #drarry #Harry Potter #hp reread #Draco Malfoy

[littlewinnow]

Like father, like son :)

Bonus ⤵️

#drarry #drarry fanart #drarry dads #draco watching a sad muggle movie made him cry #myart #Scorp may not be biologically Harry’s but that’s his boi #rough little comic I had that I wanted to push out

[drarrargh]

:(

#sometimes you are in love together and also #sometimes #you’re sad and tired together #harry potter #drarry #draco x harry #my art

[valoale]

Never let me go

#after 34 hours of pain #I decided it’s ready #I promised more groping but I brought sadness instead #oopsie #anyway #look I made past the sketch and lineart phase #once in a blue moon #hp #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #hpdm #vee draws #mine #harry james potter #harry potter fan art

[naw-sya]

Little Snakes  🐍

#Draco Malfoy #Pansy Parkinson #Gregory Goyle #Vincent Crabbe #Slytherin #why did Crabbe come out so sweet i feel sad for him now

[miss-celestial-being]

Perfectly Numb

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1.9k Words (its so close to 2k im so upset 😭😭)

request: nope (should really get on those shouldn't i..?)

warnings: angst to fluff (kinda hurt/comfort ig?) no real warning 🤷‍♀️

summary: two strangers in similar situations find love at first sight

pronouns: she/her

house: none/never mentioned/possibly modern au

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tysm to @moonlitmayfield for helping edit and @eddieslxt for helping with the title and gif, love you both so so much 😙

this is kinda cheesy and not really my best work but so far its gotten good reviews 🤷‍♀️

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The air was thick, tense. The brisk breeze blew by, taking the fallen leaves with it as it moved. Draco stood in front of the shop, his heart shattering into a million pieces, the flowers in his hands wilting. Inside stood two of the people closest to him, their clothes scattered throughout, hair a mess. With their eyes on each other, neither noticed the blond staring sadly through the window, the streetlight flickering ever so slightly.

Y/n sat on the sidewalk, staring at the ground sadly. Before her stood two figures sharing a sloppy kiss in front of the bar, both obviously drunk. A tear slid down her cheek slowly as she watched the two people closest to her run their fingers through each other's hair, tugging at their clothes.

Draco looked down at the watched attached to his wrist. A tear rolled down his cheek, wetting the glass. The two larger hands pointed at the twelve mockingly as the smallest spun, ticking slightly. Midnight. The date was now the twenty eighth of March, the same day Draco fell in love with the girl behind the glass of the shop window. Draco let out a quiet sob, falling to his knees, holding the wilted flowers to his chest–orchids, her favorite.

Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, sighing at the feeling tugging at her heart–loneliness. Y/n thought back to all the smiles she and the unfaithful man in front of her shared, the memories. She closed her eyes, stopping the torture she felt looking at the man she loved. Letting out a quiet sob, Y/n laid her head on her knees, curling up to protect herself from the pain of the world around her.

After minutes of crying to himself, Draco finally stood. He wiped the tears from his face, walking away from the scene that caused him this pain. He walked and walked, his mind fuzzy, staring down at his feet as the clouds turned grey, the sky taking his sadness from him, leaving him feeling empty and numb.

The rumbling sound of thunder forced Y/n's head up, her tears dried, eyes red. She stood slowly, her legs aching. Her head hung low as she walked as far away from the bar as she could, watching her feet move her away from her pain. The dark sky being the only reminder of the aching in her heart, the rest of her mind and body numb, empty, broken.

Draco found himself sitting on a swing, the park around him seemingly empty, deserted. The blond boy looked down at the wood chips under his feet, his arms wrapped around the chains of the swing. His heart clenched at the carvings in the trees, his eyes burning from the unshed tears. Draco closed his eyes tightly, freeing a few drops of liquid sorrow from his icy blue eyes.

Y/n walked through the park, her feet moving on their own. She caressed the carvings on the trees with a feather-light touch, a lump in her throat forming at the memories that came flooding all at once. Y/n moved to the swings in need of a place to sit and cry, noticing a boy occupying one of the seats. She sat next to him, keeping her mouth shut as she picked at her nails in her lap, tears blurring her vision. She blinked slightly, letting a few tears fall.

Draco's trance was broken by the sound of sniffles from beside him. He looked to his right, eyes softening at the sight before him. A girl. Her back hunched over, head down. Her hair acted as a shield, a shield from the outside world and all the pains within it. Draco kept his gaze on her, trained on the tear sliding slowly down her cheek.

Y/n felt his eyes on her, she felt the sympathy, the pity radiating off him in waves. Y/n looked up, straight ahead, ignoring the blond boy next to her. She reached up to wipe her tears, stopping as she caught the eyes of the boy. His icy eyes staring sadly into her own. They held a look of hurt, betrayal. The longer she looked, the more she realized, they were one in the same.

Draco froze as the girl stared into his eyes, her own eyes filled with the same emotions as his, the same pain, suffering. His head turned to face the sky as droplets fell, washing away the wetness on both their faces.

The strangers sat in silence, letting the rain pour down on them. After a few moments, Draco stood, clothes wet, hair sticking to his forehead. He moved in front of the sad girl, holding out a hand to her making her look up at the blond boy. Curiosity sparkled in her eyes as the girl took his hand and stood, their chests nearly pressed up against one another.

Without a word spoken between them, Draco led the girl away from the park and along the sidewalk, her hand never leaving his. Draco followed along the main road to a small coffee shop, standing under the covering and opening the door for the girl, their hands finally unclasping.

Y/n walked inside, the fresh smell of baked goods evident in the air. The small chatter at each table made the place feel homey and safe. The boy took her hand in his again, walking them both to the counter. He motioned to the glass case–filled with an assortment of pastries and sandwiches. The blonde boy leaned in close, speaking quietly. "The macarons are best when you're feeling down." His voice soft like velvet, deep like a tunnel with no end, the raspiness likely from the crying he had done not moments ago. Y/n's lips quirked up in a soft smile. "I'll have to try them then."

Draco's hand migrated to the girl's lower back, ushering her to the cashier, allowing her to order first. Once the two of them said what they wanted, the girl reached for her money but Draco beat her to it, handing the cashier the appropriate amount, placing the change in the tip jar, smiling at the girl's annoyed face.

Y/n glared at the blond boy, putting her money away as he grabbed the items, moving to an open table. The two sat, nursing their warm drinks as they ate, staring out at the falling rain. Y/n cleared her throat, finishing her bite before speaking. "I'm Y/n." The boy smiled. "Draco."

Draco turned his head to face Y/n, admiring her from across the table. The light of the coffee shop made her skin glow in the most beautiful way, the smile on her face making his lips twitch slightly. "You're beautiful." He whispered under his breath, his eyes still on her face. Y/n turned her head, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Pardon?" Draco turned back to the window, clearing his throat nervously. "Nothing."

Y/n sighed turning back to look at the rain. "Doesn't look like it's gonna clear up any time soon." She spoke to no one in particular. "Yeah." Draco said absentmindedly, resting his head on his hand. "I," Y/n started, pausing as she stared into Draco's blue eyes in a trance-like state, "uh, I have an extra room at my flat if you need a place to stay, 's not too far from here." Draco nodded. "Yeah, yeah thanks." He smiled at her, taking a sip of his coffee.

The two exited the shop, Draco raised his jacket over the two to stop the rain from soaking them further. The sun was setting, turning the clouds a muted rose, fading down into the valley at the foot of the mountains. Y/n ran underneath the covering of a closed shop, running her hands through her wet hair, Draco following just after. "I thought you said it was close." He laughed out, Y/n rolled her eyes. "It is, just a bit further." She grabbed his wrist, pulling him back out into the rain, looking up and down the street for any passing cars before walking to the center of the road.

Y/n let go of Draco's wrist, letting her head fall back in bliss. She opened her mouth, letting the rain in, smiling as she began to spin. Draco chuckled, his eyes scrunched up in adoration. "Dance with me." Y/n said as she held her hand out. "Dance?" The girl nodded, bowing down in a formal manner, looking up at him with a grin. Draco sighed, taking her hand and spinning her around, catching her in his chest. "Oh so you do know how, thought I was gonna have to teach you." Draco feigned a look of shock, hurt, holding his hand to his heart dramatically. "I cannot believe you thought so little of me." Y/n let out a laugh as he quickly spun her around, dipping her, her hand resting on his chest. Her breath was heavy as she stared up into his eyes, her smile slowly fading into a look of affection, warmth.

Draco slowly raised her up, his grip on her waist tightening, bringing her closer. The rain poured down on them as they stood, Draco's eyes flickered to her lips, Y/n's doing the same. Y/n's hand wrapped around the back of his neck, her other hand still placed firmly on his chest. She pulled his head down slowly, not wanting to overstep.

The two stared into the other's eyes, hearts beating rapidly. Their foreheads resting against each other's, their breaths uneven. Draco bumped him nose against hers, slowly closing the last few inches between them. As the clouds separated in the sky and the rain calmed down, Y/n leaned up, closing the remaining gap. Their lips touched softly, fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

The small sliver of sun shone brightly, turning the sky a beautiful peach, little specks of stars sprinkled throughout. The moment felt like a fairytale, one Y/n wished she could capture in a picture and keep forever, the feeling etched into her brain like a carving in stone. Their lips melded together in such a mind-melting way, Y/n legs began to feel as though they were made of puddy, only being held standing by the firm grip Draco had on her waist.

Draco wrapped his arms tighter around Y/n, humming into the kiss as he held her as close as possible. The feeling of her finders brushing through the hair on the back of his neck made the butterflies wake in his stomach, the hand on his chest moved to hold his shirt collar tightly, forcing them even closer.

The two were so caught up in the kiss, they didn't hear the tires on the wet pavement or see the lights from the front of the car, only being broken apart by the loud sound of a horn, the rain falling down on them once again. The two looked at each other, eyes wide, smiles big. Y/n laughed, grabbing Draco's hand, pulling him put of the road and back under the covering. Draco laughed along, bring her back into his chest once they got to safety, placing a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.

It was funny how one kiss, one perfect, heart-fluttering kiss, could change your view of someone. One second your strangers and the next it feels as though you've known each other your whole lives. Like you can see your future with them all laid out in front of you. Chaotic and messy, yet perfect.

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[the-real-milo]

Truce

Summary: Malfoy isn’t really okay with being cast as the villain, but maybe Harry isn’t a hero anyways.

A/N: Characters are 18+ , story is unrelated to plot (no present-day Voldy) and does not connect to the timeline in the books, pre-established that draco and harry are LGBT+ because none of us have time for that realization story arc. Ok, enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43374268/chapters/109032940

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“I have spent the past 45 minutes explaining to you all how to use the Vanishing Spell. Now, prove to me you have been listening. Partners are listed,” a flick of the wand, and a piece of paper zinged into existence onto the classroom door, “where they always are.” 

Professor McGonagall is trying a new thing, where we switch partners every week. It hasn’t been the smoothest transition - while the Gryffindors might laugh at Seamus for burning his (and a bit of his partner’s) eyebrows off, Blaise Zabini was a bit more vain than we had realized, and partners had to be switched early or Seamus would’ve been sporting a violet eye under his bare brow. 

Last week, though, when Neville and Hermione were partnered together, there was a really touching moment when Neville finally got the specific wand flick right and hugged Hermoine, who looked surprised but warmly hugged him back. So, it hasn’t been all bad.

Making my way to the door, I have high hopes for this class, before Malfoy calls from the door, “Oy, Potter, looks like you’re with me this week!” With the cheekiest grin imaginable on his face. Pansy and Blaise are trying, and failing, not to laugh, but Ron next to me is turning a solid shade of red. 

“You can always ask to switch if he bothers you too much,” Hermione whispers, but I just shrug. 

“I’ve dealt with him for this long, one week as partners won’t kill me. Thanks, though, ‘Mione.” Ron doesn’t look like he can speak quite yet, but his eyes bug out a bit in a way I recognize as, “It’s bloody Malfoy! Shit, if he even looks at you the wrong way I’m going to shove my wand up his ass and summon a flame.” I pat him once on the back before making my way to the Slytherin side, where Malfoy has decidedly planted himself. Malfoy looks relaxed, and the smile he still has on puts a sparkle in his eyes that has me looking for a second too long.

Before he can get one annoying word in, I stick my hand out and propose,”Truce. One week. You game?” His eyes flare and remind me suspiciously of the mischief I always see gleaming in Fred and George’s. “I can behave myself, Potter; Can you?” I roll my eyes, but shake his hand all the same. He has a loose grip, like most rich boys do, but his quidditch calluses are outliers on his insanely smooth hands that I can’t shake the feel of, even after our brief handshake ends. 

McGonagall gives each team a mouse, and ours is a fuzzy little gray thing, which is just about the cutest animal I have ever seen. Malfoy, of course, immediately starts being a jerk, and corners the mouse in between his textbooks, so much so that he looks uncomfortably squished.

“Lay off the mouse, will you, Malfoy?” I sigh. Hermione’s usually the activist of the friend group, but I’m not going to let Malfoy just abuse an animal right in front of me. 

He gives me a side glance, and ah, there it is, his famous sneer. I swear it actually makes his jaw look more angular, and he only does it to make me jealousy aware of that fact.

“How are we supposed to Vanish him if we won’t stay still?”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to be cruel to him.”

“Cruel?” Malfoy scoffs, “We are Vanishing him. That in itself isn’t a showcase of your brilliant, Gryffindor morality, is it, Potter?”

My cheeks are turning red without my permission, and for some reason I can’t meet his eyes. “Well, yeah, but I dunno, we can always accio him back, or something.” 

“You weren’t even paying attention.” Malfoy’s voice is loudening, and other people have turned to stare. “You’re about to throw a living creature into non-existence, and you can’t even give a damn enough to care?” I want to shout at Malfoy, the way he’s shouting at me, but I can’t defend myself. For once, Malfoy is right. He looks disgusted with my lack of an answer, and thusly, with me. The whole room has gone quiet.

He looks up, suddenly aware of the rest of the class, and casts a perfect, “Evanesco!” on the mouse before storming out of the room.

Without thinking I follow him out, ignoring McGonagall and Hermione’s joint “Wait!” He hasn’t gotten far, and is just standing against the wall a couple of steps from the door. His breaths are coming hard, and freckled cheeks are showing a pink color that has me wanting to hold his face in my hands. Malfoy looks up at me with a numbness in his eyes that’s quite disconcerting. All of the sudden, I feel a need to babble incessantly. 

“You’re right, about the mouse. I know you are. I’m sorry I didn’t -” 

Malfoy cuts me off quietly, “I’m not a bad person.” 

“I know.” I say automatically. And, at that moment, I knew it was true. Malfoy may annoy me to all hell, but he hasn’t really done anything more than feed the pre-existing Gryffindor-Slytherin feud.

“But you don’t know. No one does. Everyone hates the Slytherins for being evil, and you do too! You just asked to call a truce between us, even when I’ve done nothing! You don’t need a truce from nothing, Potter. I’m not the evil one between us, by fucking Salazar!” By the end he’s sniffling hard and barely making sense. 

“I don’t think you’re evil,” I start, and he glares at me with eyes that say he’ll not take any bullshit in the name of pity.

“It’s true! I think you’re a bit of a wad, and somethings you exasperate me to bloody hell, but I’ve never thought of you as evil, and - wait are you calling me the evil one?”     Malfoy stops looking sad and starts looking appalled. “Well, yeah! You were kind of a jerk to me when we first met.” 

“What? I don’t remem-”

“I can find my own sort, thanks,” he mimics, nasally.

“You had just called Ron the wrong sort!” 

“Oh, so you do remember! I was nervous, still taking my father’s advice for making minions as that for making friends. And please, this isn’t about your boyfriend.” 

“You were still,” I paused from the thought to address his last statement, “My boyfriend?”

Malfoy wasn’t on the verge of tears any more, though that inviting pinkness remained in his cheeks. Now, if I was reading him correctly, he looked angry

“Weaselby. You know, short redhead who looks like a psychopath when you hang around anyone else?” he sputters out.

“He’s just a protective friend! And, come on, you know he’s super into Hermione, right? Oh man, don’t tell him I told you that.” 

Malfoy had the gall to look surprised, and then went back to furrowing his brows. “Whatever.”

“Come on, Malfoy, can’t we both agree that eleven year old boys are jerks and move past this? Why do you care about what people think of you, anyways?”

    The pinkness in his cheeks darkens to a not-quite red, and I almost miss his response for debating about the hue in my head.

    “Not people.”

Not people, how coherent. There’s one confusing second, before it clicks. 

    “Please, Malfoy. I’ve seen you turned into a ferret. I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me think of you as pure evil after that.” I give a small chuckle at that memory, and Malfoy rolls his eyes so hard I’m a tad worried for his vision.

    There’s a minute of silence, all of which I anticipate him going right back to reaming me out, when he chokes out a, “Truce?”

    I laugh fully this time, and grab his hand to pull him into one of those bro handshake-hugs. Though, I don’t think Malfoy’s ever done one of those before, and he pulls me to him with more force than necessary. He smells fantastic, like crisp green apples and expensive broom oil. We’re still tangled together when class ends and jolt away too quickly, our clasped hands the last to unfurl. Again, I do everything I can to look directly into Malfoy’s time.

    Ron and Hermione wait on the other side of the wall, thankfully with my scrolls and quills, and I make to join them before Professor McGonagall stops both Malfoy and I from scuttling away. We both glance to her, then to each other, and say doggedly in unison,”Detention.”

    “9pm, tomorrow night. Don’t be late.” Her robes swirl around her as she marches back into her classroom, and hit Malfoy and us in the face. 

    Malfoy and I look back at each other, and he winks at me before saying, “It’s a date. See you then, Potter.” Without looking back, he walks hands-in-pocket in the direction of the Slytherin dorms.

    I go to join Ron and Hermione, the former who pelts me with questions about what I did with Malfoy. I have a feeling Malfoy wouldn’t appreciate me telling my friends about his minor mental breakdown, so I just shrug and say, “I think we’re friends now.”

For whatever reason, I don’t stop grinning the entire way back to the dorms. 

 A/N: Chapter 1/?? The goal is enemies to lovers <3 Lemme know if a continutation is wanted! Taglist: @mawofmeraxes​

#drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #angst? #angst #sad draco #oblivious harry #enemies to friends #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #fanfic #fanfiction #drarry fic #hp fandom #hpdm #hp fic #therealmilo

[jittery-wisp]

#I like my men SAD and TIRED #draco malfoy #drarry #draco art #draco malfoy fan art #harry potter #hp fanart #hpdm #draco fanart

[basiatlu]

thank you so much for sharing your lovely art with us all! i get so excited each time you post a new one, it's such a treat 🥰

for the headcanons: we've seen some glimpses of your long-haired draco, but what about both harry and draco with long hair? 👀 my personal headcanon is that they both grow out their hair after the war, and they're both attracted to eachother for it!

I imagine Harry achieving that Brendon Frazier Tarzan mop that’s just unfair amounts of volume and gorgeous.

Long hair is easily achieved in college when you are either overworked or overly burnt out already. Who has the time for a haircut or even the time to notice? Just pull it back for now, or you know, just let it do whatever it wills. It’s clean at least, which is more than others could say.

“Witchcraft” by Vian Izak just started playing and now that’s the soundtrack for this moment in time for our bois.

And you’re a treat!! Thank you so much for the kind words and the ask-suggestion. Appreciate it oodles 💖✨

#the bisexual disaster that is hjp #long hair draco #long hair harry #draco malfoy #harry james potter #harry potter #magical uni #harry x draco #drarry #art #drawing #sketch #doodle #artists on tumblr #aw no I gave him Sirius hair and now I’m sad #idiots in love #boshdraws