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it's actually mad impressive that draco's ‘potter stinks’ badges still worked years later. most charms that we see like that in the books wear off after a few hours or a few days at most.

#biting a pillow #because this is TRUE #Draco needs much more recognition on his charms skills and this is my new Roman Empire #that boy is extremely skilled and incredibly capable and it needs to be remembered #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #drarry

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i like the idea of draco, for all his pompousness and uptightness and proper-ness, has just a touch of the Black family madness in him that needs the right catalyst to break free

anyways au where draco hears from voldy that harry's dead and he just :] snaps :] pulls an achilles even :]

#100% at prev tags #I need him to go unapologetically insane #and harry to be there like that’s a strange way to propose but yes #now I need a fic #should be sleeping but instead I’ll be thinking about this

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Draco: Harry Potter saw me crying. This is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me. I want to die!

*30 seconds later*

Draco: I take it back! I take it back!

#NAH NAH NAH #I laughed louder at this than I should’ve #draco my melodramatic baby girl #these text posts just keep on being brilliant #I’m a fan #draco malfoy #harry potter and the half blood prince #drarry #hp #harry potter

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So Harry didn’t have as much of a problem with Hermione’s wand even though he never won it from her. This must be because they are extremely close friends and so the love, trust and loyalty she feels for him and the fact that she wants her wand to work for him and the fact that they are emotionally and morally compatible (hence their friendship) causes the wand to work pretty well for him.

Which has really interesting implications given that Draco’s wand also works very well for him. And remember that Harry never magically disarmed Draco and unicorn hair wands are supposed to be especially loyal to their owners…

#drarry is canon and no one can convince me otherwise #drarry #harry potter #hp #draco malfoy

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Talented Hands

A trick for @moontiger666-blog, rated E.

The new stable-hand knew nothing about horses. But he was fairly well-mannered, besides for that one time Draco heard him swear: and he had lovely arms, and was always very happy to be of assistance. To Draco, that is, and not to Father, or to Lord Riddle who was staying with them for the summer.

Summer had grown quite long so far away from the city. And the presence of the above-mentioned lord did nothing to improve Draco’s spirits. The man was a dreadful conversationalist and besides rather rude, and he had the terrible habit of looking at Draco far too long, until it felt like spiders were crawling under his skin. Draco took to riding most of the day now, in the lands surrounding the Manor—it was good to have a companion, and a nice if not bright stable-hand was preferable to some.

Harry was his name, and he was actually rather pleasant. Draco wasn’t terribly, ah, courteous, in their first few forays into the woodlands—mostly because he wasn’t supposed to be teaching the man how to ride, and it took an awful long time. It got better though when Harry picked up the reins, and better even when he took to it, when he found the joy in riding true and hard.

They went very far that day. Draco had only meant to spend the morning outside: that evening was a ball, and he was supposed to present with the other nobles of age. Instead he was here, in the woods near the lake, and Harry was feeding the horses sugar cubes he’d stolen from the kitchen.

“Don’t tell Cook I took these,” he said, pleadingly, when he caught Draco staring. “She’ll whack my ears again and she’s got a really mean punch.”

“I remember,” Draco whispered conspiratorially, and showed him the scar on his arm. “This is from when I tried to swipe a biscuit.”

“No,” Harry gasped. Looked at the scar for a very long time, sharp on pale skin. Then up at his face, eyes narrowing. “You’re lying.”

Draco tried not to laugh, honest, but it still came out of him, an inelegant snort his mother would be appalled to hear. “Of course not,” he grinned. “Although I did get it in the kitchens. A rather unsuccessful attempt at baking, ill-supervised by the butler’s boy. You’ve met Marcus? He’s a couple of years older than us, and of course, not allowed in the kitchens any more than I was.”

Harry’s laughter was one of the best sounds Draco knew. “Oh, you must’ve got him in so much trouble,” he said. Draco cried indignantly.  

“You think I told them we were there? I ran away and claimed an attack from a stray dog. The dog was never found, of course. Father was raging, but I thought it was all rather good fun, in the end.” And Harry didn’t need to know about the terrible act he put on, only half on purpose. He was a terrible child, what could he say.

A reflection caught his eye, sunlight dappling the forest floor. Seized by a sudden thought: “Harry, do you swim?”

“What?”

Draco rolled his eyes. “It’s pardon. I asked, do you swim. It’s only that we’re so close to the lake, and it’s getting quite warm this time of day.”

Harry stilled. “I—swim, my lord.”

“What’s with the sudden formality? I told you to call me Draco.”

He looked so uncomfortable. “It’s only… nothing. You can swim and I’ll take care of the horses.”

“Nonsense,” nose scrunching, “the horses are fed and watered. Tie them here and come join me. If you’re worried about ruining your clothes, I’ll lend you some of mine, and have my maid clean and iron them for you.”

“It’s not that,” Harry said miserably.

“What is it, then?”

He sighed and turned to face him fully. “I can’t—your clear skin and strong form, coupled with the red in your cheeks from the ride, and the… smile when you laugh at my expense, it’s, my lord, you’re perfection itself. I don’t want you to think me inappropriate and remove me from your service.”

Swallowing became a strangely difficult task. “You think I… why would I find you inappropriate?”

“I’m a man,” Harry said. “I’m a man, and you’re a prince.”

“I’m barely even a Viscount,” Draco said, stupidly.

“I’m a man,” he insisted, rubbing his beautiful face till it went red. “And all I can think of right now is how badly I need to kiss you—”

Air had gone mostly solid. Draco’s chest hurt, and besides he was getting quite warm. “Kiss me?” he said, weakly.

“God, I will—I’ll stop right now, leave and never—”

“How?” gulping, a hand on his tight, squirming belly. When Harry frowned, “How would you kiss me?”

They both looked at each other for a breathless moment. Harry swallowed, and the way his Adam’s apple bobbed was mesmerising. “I’ll take your face, gently,” he said, in a voice gravelly and barely familiar, “and tip it back. Perhaps I will guide you to, to that tree. Rest you against it so I can, kiss your neck, your, collarbone, your—my lord, please.”

Draco closed his eyes. “No. Keep going. What will you, ah, do then? After you had me at the tree.”

Miserably, “I would never have you so coarsely as to—”

“Not what I meant. You brought me here and kissed my neck. What then?”

“I will… kiss your lips. So softly that you’ll forget yourself, that you’ll melt in my arms. I will gently suck on your earlobe.”

“Will I—” Draco’s own voice had gone so raspy. “Will I like that?”

“Tremendously. You’ll ask me for more. And I’ll indulge you, whatever you asked.”

His legs felt weak at the knees. “And then what? What more will you give me?”

Harry came a step closer, then another. Draco felt like a prey caught, a deer right in front of the bow, and couldn’t move an inch. “Then I will take off your waistcoat,” Harry said, softly, “and your shirt, and kiss all the way down your chest. I’ll fold them neatly and place them at the base of the tree. Then I’ll go to my knees to unfasten your belt.”

His own knees gave just as Harry made his final step, and he caught him easily. “What—” Draco’s eyes flew open, and Harry was there, familiar and beautiful and himself, Draco’s chosen companion and a man all on his own, brave and kind and who never used to like horses before and now stole sugar cubes from the kitchen for them. “What then?”

Harry’s eyes on him were so serious. “Then I’ll remove the rest of your clothes. When you’re bare, you’ll probably be trembling, a bit like this,” with a gentle brush to Draco’s cheek. “But I’ll make sure you’re warm. And I’ll worship your body until you are completely unravelled with satisfaction.”

“How—” he felt parched, and also over-heated, and also lightheaded, and, “how will you satisfy me?”

“I will take your cock,” Harry whispered right in his ear. “It will be hard. I'll caress it lovingly, tenderly, until you are weak and begging, and then I'll take it in my mouth.”

“In your—mouth?”

“Yes, Draco. I'll suck you so well you will see the face of god himself. And I’ll kiss every inch of your perfect body, and tell you how lovely you are, how perfect and precious and darling. And when you come—”

Draco’s gasp was loud enough to echo through the trees. “I will come—in your mouth?”

“You will. And then I'll take you to the water to wash you. I’ll be so gentle, Draco.”

Finding those green eyes: “But what about—your satisfaction. Will you not permit me to, pleasure you as well?”

Harry stayed quiet for so long Draco started to think he won’t answer. Then, “If—if you wish, my lord, I’ll permit you anything.”

They were both panting, and still so close, breathing in each other’s face. Not the finest decorum and certainly not something Father would—Draco coughed himself a few paces back, wiped his eyes till he could stop seeing these… fantastical imaginings that he so badly craved. Looking up at Harry, and finding the man he knew, his companion and the stable-hand Draco taught how to ride.

“We should probably head back,” he said, in a terrible imitation of his regular speaking voice. “The ball—I have to prepare. And it’s best if we avoid Lord Riddle before his return from the Parkinsons.”

The look on Harry’s face broke his heart. Resigned and not the least bit surprised. “Of course, my lord.”

“And then—” before he quite knew what he was going to say, “perhaps tonight you could help me when I return. I expect the formal robes would take at least two men to unclasp.”

Draco had three footmen at his call. Harry, who knew this, frowned. “Of—of course, Sir. Whatever you need.”

“And then…” feeling his face redden, “perhaps you could, stay? When the others have retired. And tell me more about, about, this terrific plan of yours to make me come.”

His smile was quite literally unbearably bright. “Really? You—Draco, you don’t have to do this.”

“I’m well aware, thanks,” a little too scathingly, shaking his head. “I want to see how closely you’ll stay true to your words.”

Harry nodded, and handed Draco the reins of his horse. “Very well, then. I suppose I’ll have to show you just how much I meant them.”

“I expect to be well and truly satisfied,” Draco found the courage to say, and, without looking back, hopped on the saddle and started riding away. Embarrassment was only part of the riot of feelings in his chest: most of it, he suspected, between the raucous beatings of his heart, was a sweet sort of thrill he never knew before. Already he couldn’t wait for tonight. Harry didn’t know much about horses, for a stable-hand: Draco had new reason to believe his hands had hidden talents after all.  

#HOW DID I ONLY NOW FIND THIS #im molten wax #this au gets me every time #i need a fan to cool me off #fantastically written #just delicious #this was incredible #fav #historical au #hp #draco malfoy #harry potter

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Fic rec:

After a nearly 10 year absence from writing H/D – Faithwood is back. I was lucky to be her beta on this monster and it's amazing. If you loved her writing before, you're going to be thrilled. If you aren't familiar with her – you're in for a treat. It's 10 chapters and she's posting one every week (or sooner if she can). Go…read…leave her love for coming back!!

Title: Beholden Author: faithwood Pairing: Draco/Harry Rating: Expicit Length: about 100k when she's done posting Genre/Content: Hurt/Comfort, Romance, 8th Year, enemies to friends to lovers, injured Harry Warnings: none Summary: Draco Malfoy might not be a killer, but it turns out he's an effective painkiller. If stopping pain was all Draco's touch did, things might not be so complicated, but either way Harry can't afford to be choosy. Beholden

#definitely gonna read this #drarry #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp

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That bit of Deathly Hallows where Draco is missing and Voldemort immediately assumes he ran off to befriend Harry and when Lucius tries to insist Draco wouldn't do that Voldemort's just basically like "lol ok u tell yourself that buddy but I'm not buying it" just absolutely sends me.

Voldemort was really out there in canon like 'i don't believe in love except for whatever it is that harry potter and draco malfoy have going on because wow. even i can't deny that.'

Like look at this. this is wild. And the best part is HE'S RIGHT. Draco did in fact run off to find Harry Potter. And then becomes absolutely hysterical and completely loses his composure when faced with the fact that Harry might get hurt.

#I’ve got a lot of roman empires #and this is one of them #this is just pure facts #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hp

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reblog to give somebody a fucking hug because we are all struggling to get through it. solidarity in this tough ass world.

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Stuff kids on tumblr better relearn

1. You are responsible for your own media experience. 

2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.

3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.

4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.

5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.

#reblogging this every time I see this #important

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and if you feel comfortable sharing what song(s), let us know in the tags!

#my name is valo and valo literally means light in Finnish so people write a lot of songs about me 💅🏻 #just kidding I don’t know a song about a person named valo

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I made something

#oh hi it’s me

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i am begging you all to stop treating this site like instagram if you dont want it to be content free by next year

#realest of real #I’m also gonna be the old person who says things were better 10 years ago #please reblog

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someone please turn me into a poem or a painting, I’m tired of being human

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"if you ship this thing it's because you're too naïve to understand that it's toxic and that you wouldn't like a relationship like this" actually it's because I see one of them as a mentos drop and the other as a bottle of coke zero and I want to watch the mess they'll be together

#this so much #and fiction is fiction #not the real life #differentiating it is vital

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A drawing of Narcissa playing croquet for Lord Harry Potter and the Whispers of Lady Polixenes by lily_winterwood ( @omgkatsudonplease ) on ao3

Thank you for the request💕

#she’s beauty she’s grace #I love her #gorgeous art #narcissa malfoy #hp