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You're so gorgeous

@fluffbruary drarry drabble day 14. In March. With a TS song instead of the real prompt.

“Granger.”

“Malfoy.”

Draco has watched the Golden Trio from across the gala all evening, rudely ignored, until Granger wanders over with a toothy smile.

“He’s yapped about you all night,” Granger says. “Sixth year all over again.”

“Really? He’s good at pretending I don’t exist.”

“It’s a compliment.”

“Hardly.”

“He thinks you’re gorgeous,” she says, smirking. “And you wore that suit to scare the shit out of him.”

“Speculation.” Draco preens. “But hypothetically… It worked?”

Across the hall, Potter’s gaze finds Draco until he collides with a chair. He straightens, face beet-red.

Granger cocks a brow. “What do you think?”

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it’s the slowest version of music steve has ever heard billy sing out loud. he only ever sang in the car when he was in a good mood and the music was turned up, loud. he never softly sang. not until they had a daughter.

steve walks past the nursery, laundry basket full of folded clothes resting on his hip, and he hears billy singing to her. he pauses. because it’s still so unfamiliar. billy’s weathered voice, echoing from across the house. and steve can’t make out what he’s singing- not yet. so he walks back, and peeks through the slightly ajar door, leaning against the doorframe, just out of billy’s line of sight.

“..to you, I’ll give the world,” billy croons, swaying back and forth, rubbing their daughter’s back. “to you, I’ll never be cold…”

steve immediately recognizes it. songbird. fleetwood mac.

he knows billy has a few fleetwood mac records. but this was something else. he has to bite his lips to keep from laughing at how surreal it is to him, for some reason. he just doesn’t expect it. he doesn’t laugh, but he isn’t able to overpower the snort that escapes him.

billy turns to face the door, and narrows his eyes, whispering, “she’s almost asleep. if you wake her up, I will actually murder you.”

steve shakes his head, trying to supress a smile, and steps into the dim room. “fleetwood mac, bills? really? I would have never in a million years expected it.”

“I couldn’t think of anything else!” billy hisses.

their daughter starts to fuss, rubbing her face on billy’s chest. billy looks at steve, panicked, before he starts bouncing her gently, trying to avoid hearing her screech. “shhh, baby, don’t cry. if you cry, daddy’s going to lose his mind and yell at your annoying dada. we don’t want that, do we?”

her fussing quiets into soft whines when billy starts to hum again, this time something different. steve walks up and wraps his arms around billy from the back, resting his forehead against the back of billy’s neck. he listens intently to the humming, as billy sways them back and forth. and when their daughter’s whines fade out into even breaths, steve finally recognizes the tune.

“billy, are you humming the little mermaid?” he whispers accusingly.

“shut up,” billy whispers back. “if she wakes up, you’ll have to put her to bed.”

steve smiles against the nape of billy’s neck. this new information he just learned would be great to hold against billy later, he thinks. he also thinks he’s the luckiest dad in the world.

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Billy is not clingy. No, not at all.

It’s just that he’s never had a boyfriend who lets him cling. And Steve likes to hold hands and stuff when they’re with friends, has always been fine with PDA.

So Billy just… lets himself do the same. After a long battle of resistance he gives in and it feels so good. Sometimes he slips his hand into Steve’s when they’re hanging with Nancy and Jon. Hugs Steve from the back while they’re in their own kitchen. Hangs onto him in bed so they can have a lazy Sunday in.

It’s not clinging. It’s only matching Steve’s energy.

“Really clingy huh, California?”

“Shut the fuck up, Harrington.”

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Today's poll winner: Harringrove! (or maybe Metalsandwich?)

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artist: @sarah-bbee originally made for the @summerof85zine (posted with permission)

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insp. #HarringroveWeek Day 2

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Since I missed the summer bingo, I definitely wanted to get something done for the @harringrovewinterbingo ! =)

For the C1 prompt: Against the wall ♡

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A Treasure Hunt

Harry notices the first one on the train, the scribbled sticky note shoved into his notebook. Draco’s script is immediately recognizable, too elegant for the medium.

I packed your wand… Not even trying to keep up pretenses?

And another, in Harry’s suitcase, on top of his trainers.

A bit optimistic? As if you’ll have time for a jog.

That evening, in his hotel room, the yellow corner jutting out from his toiletry bag. Harry snatches it, a thief dazzled by a Galleon.

I miss you already. Your awful jokes, your gorgeous face, your laugh, your bum. Come home soon. —Draco

For @fluffbruary's day 8 prompt, train. I'm ill, it's late, will chug on.

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Goes Without Saying

They exchange glares across the Great Hall at meals, during classes, and in the hallways. They trade insults sometimes without a word; in harsh looks and shoulder checks and hexes and punches.

In Eighth Year, they share a dorm. They apologize, but that's all they say for a while. They keep their distance. They keep staring. They share textbooks and quills. One day, one of them uses the other's wand without asking, and soon it doesn't matter whose is whose. One of them has a nightmare, and the other crosses the room and climbs into his bed without a word.

Eventually, they share a heated look, followed by a heated kiss. They talk with every touch, and soon become fluent in each other.

They look at flats together and Harry knows they've found the right one when he catches the gleam in Draco's eyes. Life becomes a steady rhythm. Harry cooks. Draco cleans. They take turns picking a movie on Friday nights. Harry rises before Draco to wake him up with tea. Draco never scolds Harry for leaving his clothes on the floor.

One morning, Harry wakes to find an engagement ring on his finger. Draco lies beside him with a small, hopeful smile. Harry's immediate kiss is answer enough, but he says it anyway when they finally pull apart.

“Yes."

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given that harry remembers every detail of every tiny thing he's ever seen draco do - and all the indications point to draco being the same about harry - once they get together they must drive everyone crazy by having all these in-jokes and references about things that no one else remembers. like one of them will suddenly be like 'this is like that one time in second year with the stairs' and they'll both be in hysterics while everyone else is like ???!!

and then one of them will be like 'you know. remember that one day when we were all walking and passed each other on the way to Charms?" and everyone else is like '...no. why do you remember?' Harry: well, draco was there and-- Everyone: that explains it

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Drarry where Draco has a whole collection of family heirlooms that can’t be touched by anyone that is not a Malfoy. It drives Harry crazy because some of them are so pretty and shiny and he just wants to touch them. Just once. Maybe a pinky—just a pinky.

“Don’t touch that!” Draco says, voice panicked when Harry’s pinky is inches from a sparkling watch that has been calling his name for years. “There’s a nasty curse tied to that. It can only be touched by a Malfoy.”

“Then make me a fucking Malfoy already!”

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Drarry are Auror partners who duel once a week to keep their skills up.

Harry wears gray sweatpants and takes his shirt off halfway through because it's "too hot" in the dueling room. Draco silently vows revenge.

The next week, Draco wears yoga pants and a soft, loose crop top. Harry's too busy staring at a sliver of Draco's stomach to notice the disarming spell headed his way.

Next week, Harry has his hair in a bun. So Draco puts his hair in a ponytail.

The next week, Harry wears a compression shirt.

The next, Draco wears shorts.

And that's Harry's breaking point.

They end up sweaty and panting, lying next to each other on the dueling mats on the ground.

"...Do you, er, want to get lunch sometime?"

"...If you wear that shirt from last week."

"I will if you wear those shorts. Deal?"

"Deal."

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His Hands

There is a good chance I've written something like this before. But I don't remember and honestly don't really feel like checking. So. Here's this, potentially again. CW: brief implied smut

Malfoy lowering his outstretched hand, hurt and anger flashing in his eyes. Malfoy leveling his wand at Harry's chest with a sneer. Malfoy pressing creases into parchment until he's got a paper crane ready to launch from his palm. Malfoy plucking the snitch from the air and waving it around triumphantly for all to see. Malfoy's fingers pinning a badge to his robes, the words Potter Stinks flashing across the plastic. Malfoy's fist flying into Harry's face.

Malfoy's palms flat on the marble floor where he kneels, stares, and "can't be sure." Malfoy's loose hold on the wands Harry easily pries from his grasp. Malfoy pulling himself to safety onto Harry's broom and gripping his waist for dear life as they narrowly escape the flames.

Malfoy visibly nervous when he offers a handshake yet again, except this time it's outside Courtroom Ten and paired with gratitude and an apology. Harry accepts it all.

Draco gesturing wildly when he talks about magical theory with a gleam in his eye. Draco's meticulous chopping and stirring in Potions, lip pulled between his teeth. Draco biting his thumbnail as he ponders his next chess move. Draco, so tactile in his affection, clapping Harry on the back after a hard-won Quidditch game. Draco twirling his wand before he casts a clever hex during a duel in DADA. Draco, who learns about Muggle thumb wrestling and challenges Harry whenever they’re bored in History of Magic.

Draco immediately running his fingers through Harry’s curls when Harry can’t take it anymore and finally kisses him. Draco taking Harry’s hand when they walk down the halls. Draco mapping every inch of Harry’s body with his hands, his lips, his tongue.

Draco sorting through the mail at the flat they rent next year. Draco swiping a finger through the icing on the spatula and licking it off to make sure Harry’s birthday cake is perfect.

Draco tearing up when Harry slides an engagement ring on his finger. Draco pulling Harry close when they dance at their wedding. Draco, with a towel draped over his shoulder, holding an infant James against him and patting his back. Draco massaging the knots out of Harry's back after a long day. Draco tucking their kids in at night with bedtime stories and forehead kisses. Draco applauding the loudest at dance recitals and Quidditch games and graduations.

Draco flipping him off with a laugh when they bicker. Draco clenching his fists in determination. Draco, with wonder in his eyes, tracing Harry's jaw and cupping his cheek like he still can't believe he can have this.

Draco taking Harry’s hand and never, ever letting go.

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Do you think older Harringrove gets into the grunge scene? Also how much would Steve lose his mind for grunge rockstar Billy?

Billy got fairly into the grunge scene when it got going.

At least that’s what Steve understood, following him into waiting in the rain outside a punk club in 1993.

Everything in the 1990s seemed to have a thick film of grim covering it, compared to the saturated blues of 1985. The tired cynic in Steve appreciated it. It had all felt so fake.

Plus the sound was electric.

He’d embraced elements of the grunge ascetic, even if Robin snorted at him. None as much at the crowd that surrounded him though, smelling strongly of beer and green and some vaguely of piss.

A guy knocked into him. Hard. Fuck this.

And thus Steve Harrington’s experimental foray into grunge came to an end. Billy’s didn’t really.

Billy had started dressing like Kurt Cobain, both in terms of unkempt t shirts and much better kept house dresses. He’d stand outside gigs, complaining about the government and problems inherent in the scene.

He was also in a band. Lead guitar. It was very attractive if Steve was being honest with himself.

Steve had even considered getting an ear piercing for him before being informed he couldn’t pull it off.

Honestly, just because his car had been dubbed the “Kylie mobile”, it didn’t mean he couldn’t stick it to the man. Though in Billy’s case, he’d rather the man be sticking it to him.

Steve was predictable in that regard.

He was also predictable in the regard that he accidentally walked in on Billy’s band practice while searching for Carol’s headband from her dance practice an hour earlier.

Eddie Munson blinked at him, drowning in an oversized Green Day t shirt.

Billy looked particularly caught off guard. Steve couldn’t tell if the marks on his hooded sweatshirt were grease or ink. Billy was always writing.

Steve made a flailing helpless gesture, that retracted all previous sex he’d ever had and rendered him a virgin again.

“Headband?”

Billy held up his finger in a “one minute” gesture and went fishing into his pocket. Carol’s headband came out in a swift movement.

It had been two minutes of bewitching eye contact but Steve had to turn to go. That is until Eddie opened his mouth.

“Girlfriends get to stay the whole practice Harrington”

Steve swore he could feel the prickles shoot up his neck. Billy’s eyes went very wide and very panicked.

Steve would almost say they were panicking about the same thing.

He decided to take a chance and sat on the boxes at the back of the room.

Billy grinned and hoisted his guitar back over his shoulders.

They didn’t kiss until after the first show Steve actually attended, arms glued to his side in his preppy pastel shirt, but it was worth the wait.

Oh it was so worth it.

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Ron: Is Malfoy really your boyfriend, Harry?

Hermione: I wouldn’t say they’re boyfriends so much as the guy who used to taunt Harry back in Hogwarts

Harry: No, it’s true. We’re boyfriends

Hermione: He broke your nose, Harry!

Harry: Well people are complicated, Hermione!

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I hate when people get on your back about a ship because it's 'toxic' like bro i said they are in love not that they should be.