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themoon-andits-stars · 4 months

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The sliver TRIO ( or bronze)

Flopping so hard that idc im posting what I want

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themoon-andits-stars · 4 months

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Slut!

It all happened so quickly, this love of theirs. Stolen looks turned into small touches turned into late nights full of stolen kisses. For a while, Draco felt dizzy with it, his head spinning so fast he could barely keep up, could barely think straight.

Harry Potter, the most eligible bachelor, the man with a million different men, women, and those in between grasping for a chance with him, just a look from him. Somehow, Draco found himself wrapped in his love.

To say this came with difficulty would be an understatement. Draco had never felt so vulnerable yet so hated. Tabloids picking him apart; his hair is too thin, his skin is too pale, his clothes are weird, he looks sickly. Some have gone far enough to look into his dating history, buying words from past hook ups or relationships.

“How could Harry date such an ugly slut?”

“I bet he’s just using Harry for fame that slut.”

“slut” “ugly” “worthless”

It constantly feels like the world is against him. And it’s hard, it is hard to be so publicly scrutinized and humiliated for simply loving someone. Someone these people claim to love and care about themselves.

So some days, Draco finds himself tucked in bed with no motivation to ever leave and numb to the point he cannot even cry. And Harry will find him there and do the exact right things with whispered reassurances and Draco remembers why he puts himself through it.

Because he loves Harry heart and soul. He is drunk on his love for him. All of the hateful words were worth enduring for this. Soft touches, stolen kisses, sweet nothings, and genuine happiness. The words will fade in time, but this love? This love will last a lifetime.

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I had a full fledged fan fiction idea for this, but I really missed being here on Tumblr and interacting with everyone so I shrunk it up. Maybe one day i’ll do the full thing 👀

Anyway, this is another one for my Drarry loving Swifties. Much love y’all.

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry loving swifties #draco lucius malfoy #harry james potter #fanfiction #drarry fanfic #hpdm #fanfic #drarry microfic #microfic #drarry as taylor swift lyrics #slut #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fics #modern drarry

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themoon-andits-stars · 4 months

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Not everyone’s first date and kiss is carefully monitored by their parents and godparent.

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themoon-andits-stars · 4 months

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I love scrolling my drarry filled feed while watching Sorcerer’s Stone like “OH MY GOD LOOK AT MY BABIES <3<3<3”

like honestly screaming and crying, how did i get here haha

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #draco lucius malfoy #harry james potter #fanfiction #drarry fanfic #hpdm #drarry microfic #hp fandom

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themoon-andits-stars · 4 months

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hey y’all! i have been gone honestly for sometime. i haven’t been writing and what i have posted has been stuff sitting in my drafts. i’ve been quite busy and going through it , but i really want to start writing again!

i want to hear what y’all want to read! i mostly write drarry as that’s what im comfortable with, but any prompts are appreciated!! i just wanna get back into fandom!

much love <3

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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Stupid

Harry is sat in the kitchen with Ron discussing Merlin knows what when a barely awake Draco trudges in.

Making his way to prepare himself some tea, Draco stopped to take Harry’s face in his hands, kissing him hard on the mouth. Without missing a beat, he continued his journey to the kettle.

Harry cleared his throat. “Erm, right. So,” he cleared his throat again. “What was I saying?”

Ron choked out a laugh. “Mate, did Draco just kiss you stupid?” Draco chuckled at this and without turning around he replied, “All I did was kiss him. He was already stupid.”

Ron threw his head back in laughter as Draco turned his head slightly to see Harry who was jaw dropped and flicking him off. Draco winked at him before turning back to his tea.

#drarry #reblog

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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“Too young to know it gets better// I’ll be summer sun for you forever// forever winter if you go”

is so… Gryffindor in love with a Slytherin

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Also, if you are interested, please check out my recent work “Winter”. Much love!

#tag your favorite #slytherin x gryffindor #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #jegulus #james potter #regulus black #draco lucius malfoy #harry james potter #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #draco x harry #harry x draco #james x regulus #regulus x james

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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Winter

Winter began with cold, flushed cheeks and shared scarves. With slow walks around courtyards and the gentle brushing of gloved hands.

The first fall of snow was met with excitement. Once there was enough on the ground, there would be no stopping the snowmen and snowball fights.

On this particular winter afternoon, Harry and Draco took their usual walk around the courtyards. The only time the two could have alone. As friends, if anyone asked. The snow this day was enough to form small snowballs, and Harry was the first to do so.

As Harry scooped up snow, Draco began to laugh, running in the opposite direction. Harry began to chase him, laughing to himself. As Draco ran, he turned to see where Harry was behind him, causing him to trip over his feet and fall into the snow. Harry followed, toppling onto Draco.

Both laughing, Harry gazed down at Draco whose silver eyes stared intently back into Harry’s own. The clouds forming from between their lips forming together between them. Harry gently brushed Draco’s mid length hair out of his face as he continued staring at him. It felt like they were being pulled together, the distance between them becoming shorter.

“What are you two doing?” a voice outside of them asked. Harry cleared his throat and stood up, offering Draco a hand. He took it, standing up and brushing himself off. “We were just messing around,” Harry replied to their group of friends who decided to join them outside. They all looked skeptical but shrugged it off. Harry looked over at Draco who was looking down at the snow in front of him. He felt a thousand miles away.

#drarry

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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Winter

Winter began with cold, flushed cheeks and shared scarves. With slow walks around courtyards and the gentle brushing of gloved hands.

The first fall of snow was met with excitement. Once there was enough on the ground, there would be no stopping the snowmen and snowball fights.

On this particular winter afternoon, Harry and Draco took their usual walk around the courtyards. The only time the two could have alone. As friends, if anyone asked. The snow this day was enough to form small snowballs, and Harry was the first to do so.

As Harry scooped up snow, Draco began to laugh, running in the opposite direction. Harry began to chase him, laughing to himself. As Draco ran, he turned to see where Harry was behind him, causing him to trip over his feet and fall into the snow. Harry followed, toppling onto Draco.

Both laughing, Harry gazed down at Draco whose silver eyes stared intently back into Harry’s own. The clouds forming from between their lips forming together between them. Harry gently brushed Draco’s mid length hair out of his face as he continued staring at him. It felt like they were being pulled together, the distance between them becoming shorter.

“What are you two doing?” a voice outside of them asked. Harry cleared his throat and stood up, offering Draco a hand. He took it, standing up and brushing himself off. “We were just messing around,” Harry replied to their group of friends who decided to join them outside. They all looked skeptical but shrugged it off. Harry looked over at Draco who was looking down at the snow in front of him. He felt a thousand miles away.

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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Bestie core: gossip and snake venom

Wouldn’t cross her

#love of my life

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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author's note

draco/harry G, 1,322 featuring author Draco Malfoy, his unemployed husband, and an interviewer who seems a little too fixated on their gay little life. but that's just the way of fanfiction baby

BY GEORGIE HARKINS

NOVEMBER 17, 2023

“Draco, one of your admirers is here,” was the first thing I heard upon arriving at Draco Black’s modest country home. After being greeted by a luscious, wild front garden and a rather cantankerous tabby, I was met at the door by Black’s husband, who identified me quite correctly.

To say it was a surprise to receive the invite for an informal interview would be an understatement. Black, while well-known and heavily awarded, has never been seen in public, and has asked that I keep my descriptions of him, his family, and his home to a minimum. Though, I will do my best, despite the restrictions, to paint of picture of the man behind some of the most inventive and mature fantasy novels the literature world has seen in quite some time.

A story of the heir to a great name and fortune, caught up in a war steeped in the supremacy of magical people over their non-magical counterparts. The early books paint a picture of childlike wonder, excitement, and naivety, with the threat of what is to come in the later books just around the corner. A devastating struggle between dark and light, with our anti-hero caught up in the shadows, unsure of whether to escape and lose all he holds dear, or stay and sink deeper into the mire. The tale has earned him critical acclaim and household recognition, but, admirably, he’s maintained his privacy, and let his work speak for itself.

The inside of his home–bright, airy, full of greenery–is in sharp contrast to the usually bleak settings of his novels. Decay, both social and physical, has been a key theme across his series of fantasy novels: The Poisoned Heir. Despite this, he surrounds himself with life. We sat down at the kitchen table, where I asked him about this.

“I feel… to write about the breaking down of all we hold dear, we must first appreciate what we have,” Black said, cradling a clay mug of Assam, his preferred brew, “I’ve loved, lost, and rebuilt. We all have. But, to write it on such a grand scale can send me into a sort of… spiral. So, I try to find joy and life in anything I can outside of my work.”

One thing I noticed about Black was the way he seemed to take his time while speaking. I watched him grasp for words from the surrounding air, and told him so.

He laughed, “When I was a boy, I had a quick, sharp tongue. It hasn’t dulled with age, but it’s definitely slowed, and that’s a good thing.”

“A very good thing!” came the voice of his husband from the adjoining living room.

“I’m conducting an interview!” Black called back.

“I’m conducting an interview! ” came the voice again.

“Excuse him.”

“No, no. It’s lovely,” I said, “How long have you two been married?”

His husband is an “unemployed layabout”, in Black’s terms, not mine, whom he met during his days in secondary school. Though they didn’t reconnect until much later in life. He showed me pictures of them together, young and rowdy, casting uneasy glances at each other among friends. Walking down the hallway crowded with photos, I followed their life. From unsure crooked smiles to comfortable family candids, Black claims their love story is one for the ages.

“Twenty years, now. Two children, all grown up.”

“That’s impressive.”

“Isn’t it?” Black replied, looking down into the remains of his tea, pensive, “You know, it was Harry who convinced me to finally publish my novels. I’d thought about it for years, had them all written out.”

“All seven?”

“All seven, just sitting in a drawer!”

“If you hadn’t originally planned on publishing them, then what was the purpose?” I asked.

Seven novels chronicling the tense political schism in a society of magic users, the journey from innocence to awakening, a war to end all wars– sat in a drawer collecting dust. Except, Black said, his children did hear the same story growing up. Though, less polished. I was reminded of a photo I saw in that hallway, of a little blonde girl resting on a younger Black’s knee, reading from what looked to be some sort of parchment.

“It was therapeutic. A… retelling of my entire life in a way that seemed just as all-encompassing as it felt when it was happening. I was raised to have an incredibly skewed moral compass, and as time went on I began to heal, and reframe, but there was always this need to let it out. All of it, every last bit, so I could see it laid out before me.”

“So, you wrote.”

Black nodded, “I wrote. Only then could I truly understand myself and the world around me.”

“Based on what you’ve said, is it correct to assume that the main character is based on yourself?”

“In a sense. I think my biggest fear during the publishing process was that people would not sympathize with Lucien… that they would see his redemption as undeserved, a feeling I’ve carried my whole life.”

Lucien, the anti-hero of the series, received mixed reviews in the press. His many crimes were never glossed over in the books, as the character struggled internally throughout– sometimes excusing himself, other times devolving into self-loathing and punishment. Some critics claimed that the character was too far gone to receive a happy ending, while others lauded Black for his ability to write such a morally dubious character in a way that could be seen as relatable or understandable by the end.

“Did you get the reaction you were hoping for?”

“To this day, I’m still not quite sure. In the end, though, I realized that I didn’t need people to understand or sympathize with him, I just needed them to see him.”

“Well, he’s been seen by over fifty million readers. How does that make you feel?”

“Rather exposed, wouldn’t you think?”

“I would,” I agreed, “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to pivot a bit here, into something that may be a bit more personal.”

“Please.”

“You received criticism after the fourth instalment, in which Lucien realizes that he is gay, from both sides of the political spectrum. Some on the right were disappointed in his being gay at all, while the left felt that you were painting queer people in a poor light in an already intense political landscape. What would your response be to these critics?”

Black leaned back in his chair, comically stroking his chin, “I think I’d say… that I don’t fucking care what they think.”

“That’s quite blunt.”

“I’ve never been one for cutting verbal corners. More fictional queer people should be horrible and evil, until they equal the numbers of their real-world, heterosexual counterparts.”

“Well said.”

“Do you have anything else you’d like to ask me? I’m afraid my daughter will be arriving for lunch in just a few minutes.”

I thought about this for a few moments. Did I want to ask him about his current writing process? If we should be expecting a new work anytime soon? Ultimately, I decided on a question I felt would cater to him, as he’d given me this unique opportunity in the first place.

“Is there any specific character based on your husband in the books?”

A laugh resounded from the living room, and Black’s mouth turned up in a shy smile.

“Why, his school rival, of course,” Black replied.

“The one who Lucien beat to a pulp on the Quitchball field?” I replied, admittedly flabbergasted.

“Quite so.”

Harry joined us then in the kitchen, ruffling Black’s hair a bit before picking up the mugs we’d been drinking from, “I’ll have you know, Georgie, that I was the one who did most of the beating. You can go and tell that to the press.”

“Oh, I will,” I promised, and now I have.

if you'd like to say some kind things, or make unintelligible sounds, feel free to check this out over on ao3!

#i’m actually so obsessed with this #i will be thinking about this for a while #drarry

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themoon-andits-stars · 5 months

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okay, so, maybe i am a little crazy but, like, what about it?

#talking to the void

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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months

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Treacherous

The gaze they shared was intense, electric with the tension between them. Draco brought a shaky hand up to Harry’s face. He stepped closer, bringing their lips close together. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth parted slightly as Draco began to close the distance between them.

But their lips never touched. Harry opened his eyes to meet Draco’s heavy lidded ones. He could focus on nothing else but the man in front of him, feel nothing but Draco’s warm breath against his lips, and he knew this was an awful idea. He shouldn’t even feel this way. He’d be smart to walk away, but then Draco’s hands found their way to the hem of Harry’s shirt, and they slowly worked their way under.

Draco’s chilled hands against the warm skin of Harry’s abdomen caused Harry’s breath to hitch slightly. He should stop this now, whatever this was. Before Harry could do anything, Draco had him pushed against the wall, crashing their lips together.

This, whatever this was, was electric, and Harry could feel it in every part of his body. He was practically shaking with it, bringing his hands to work their way through Draco’s hair.

And maybe this was a bad idea, but Harry had always liked those.

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Where are my fellow Drarry loving Swifties??

This is a bit more intense than i’m used to so please bear with me!! much love to y’all<3

#drarry #reblog

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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months

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Treacherous

The gaze they shared was intense, electric with the tension between them. Draco brought a shaky hand up to Harry’s face. He stepped closer, bringing their lips close together. Harry’s eyes fluttered closed and his mouth parted slightly as Draco began to close the distance between them.

But their lips never touched. Harry opened his eyes to meet Draco’s heavy lidded ones. He could focus on nothing else but the man in front of him, feel nothing but Draco’s warm breath against his lips, and he knew this was an awful idea. He shouldn’t even feel this way. He’d be smart to walk away, but then Draco’s hands found their way to the hem of Harry’s shirt, and they slowly worked their way under.

Draco’s chilled hands against the warm skin of Harry’s abdomen caused Harry’s breath to hitch slightly. He should stop this now, whatever this was. Before Harry could do anything, Draco had him pushed against the wall, crashing their lips together.

This, whatever this was, was electric, and Harry could feel it in every part of his body. He was practically shaking with it, bringing his hands to work their way through Draco’s hair.

And maybe this was a bad idea, but Harry had always liked those.

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Where are my fellow Drarry loving Swifties??

This is a bit more intense than i’m used to so please bear with me!! much love to y’all<3

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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months

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I will always be a Jily girl but I am slowly starting to get Jegulus and I just know the day it finally clicks is going to be life changing.

#jegulus #jily #jegulily #james potter #lily evans #lily evans potter #regulus black #marauders

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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months

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jily romcom au (bc james singing can’t take my eyes off you is inevitable)

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themoon-andits-stars · 6 months

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I Have Never Been Loved Like This Before

Title from the song "Rock Me Gently" by Andy Kim. CW: very very minor injury

Scorpius will know gentle hands waking him in the morning. He will know lullabies sung low and soft in his ear. He'll have careful fingers sealing the bandage on his knees, and lips pressing a healing kiss to his injured skin. He'll wear colorful, soft clothes, dozens of storybooks, and plenty of stuffed animal friends to keep nightmares at bay. He'll never have a rotten Christmas or a lonely birthday. He'll want for nothing, but he'll never take it for granted.

"But most of all," Harry whispered to the pink-cheeked infant in Draco's arms, "I promise, that we will never let you know what it's like to feel unloved. "

#scorpius malfoy #my son <3 #drarry fics

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