#draco malfoy is on his shit

[wizardemotions]

i had to get the slytherins out of my head. also the dynamic i personally imagine for eighth year drarry

[short666bread]

Get Haunted

[babooshkart]

Draco slows at the perfect moment, gliding up the gentle slope behind the cottage, and then Ron’s running toward them, whooping, and the bike is safely out from under their feet. Harry gets his arms around Draco’s waist and gives him a sloppy kiss on the cheek, Ron’s arm brushing against him where it’s slung around Draco’s shoulders, and he knows just from how they move that Ron’s kissing his temple.

commission from @dodgerkedavra for their fic Bike Dream for @dronarryfest 2024 💕✨ This was a joy to work on (look at their happy faces!!!) and the fic is a real treat 🥹💕 y’all gotta go read and lay in bed to giggle and kick your feet ok

[t1oui]

remembering when i wrote hp fanfiction in elementary school that was literally just ginny & luna being gay and living their best lives ft a very dramatic love triangle between harry, draco, and ron in the background 💀

[slyterinthings]

*Ravenclaw enters the room*

Slytherin: Bitch.

Ravenclaw:

Ravenclaw: Remind me, why am I friends with you again?

Slytherin: Because whenever you whip out questionable stuff, I never ask why you have them or where you get them from.

Ravenclaw: *sighs* ofcourse

[aiuredsworld]

Potter and Malfoy at their favorite alcove

ps. This is actually inspired by WTTWOG. From the scene where they were at draco’s favorite alcove in the second library of malfoy manor. I wanted to visualize the scene ever since I read that part. The narration there was so good and it gave me a cozy warmth to my heart. The way its make you close you eyes and sigh with satisfaction after reading something so well written. Draco’d be watching raindrops while Harry’d be watching draco, but I sucks at drawing rain so 🤷🏻‍♀️

[andithiel]

Horrible Goose fest fic: Pubic Relations

Three years ago I started writing a gift fic for my lovely friend @sassy-sassy3 where I took inspiration from Lil' Nas X song "Montero (Call me by your name)". Unfortunately, I wasn't able to finish it, and then it's been left on the shelf, collecting dust and making me feel guilty (so much that I wrote Sassy another gift fic as a placeholder). So when I saw the @horriblegoosefest I took it as a sign for me to finally get my shit together and give Sassy all the first time goodness she deserves. I was so happy and relieved to be paired with the amazingly kind and talented @nv-md (who I've admired from afar), and she's been gently honking me on while finishing this fic. Thank you so much Ali, I really appreciated you as my goose and having you yelling at me in the doc.

I also want to thank @etalice for the encouragement I needed to do a massive sprint and for keeping me writing company. And @crazybutgood for offering to beta for me when I was struggling to meet the deadline. And of course, massive thanks to the mods for hosting this fest and all the work you've done with it (not to mention the patience and understanding you showed when I needed extensions).

Read Pubic Relations on AO3

[tired-smartass]

My red flag is that when I see children who are shitty people and I will defend them either publicly or in my heart till i lie cold on my pyre because I'm a child who is a shitty person and gods I would leave it all just for kindness and love to come easy as breathing to me.

[loveeari]

imagine harry decides to open a coffee shop in diagon alley just for funsises and everyone including his frieds are so confused like bro i thought you were gonna became an auror?? and harry's just like nah homie i wanna make my silly little drinks and bake cute shit and deal with my ptsd from being a child soilder. so the coffee shop get's more and more popular and it's called like marauders coffee or smth im not good with naming and people go cuz boy-who-lived shi and then one day sleep deprived draco malfoy slugishly walks in and who does he see his enemy??? in a cute barista outfit with a bright grin saying, "welcome to m"insert name" what can I get for you" and draco's just like HUH?!

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

NAH NO ABSOLUTELY NOT TELL MEEE TEEEELLLLL MEEEEEEE WHY I WAS PEACEFULLY SCROLLING TIKTOK AND I SEE ONE COMMENT SECTION FLOOODEEDDD WITH SHIT LIKE "astoria greengrass hate club lol" "astoria haters ⬇️⬇️⬇️" "I can't stand astoria" WHAAATTT WHAT THE FUUCCKK WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ACTUALLY FUCKING TALKING ABOUY WHTA THE VBGAGSJSLW I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE ON ABOUT IM GONNA FUCKINGFHFHFJFUFKM WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEEAAANN SHUT THE FYCK UPP OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT DID SHE EVER DO?????

anywayz number one astoria greengrass defender love her so much I will skin your whole body with my teeth if you try and fuck with her that is MY GIRL <3<3<3

[k-kizkhalifa]

oh have an excerpt from a fic i am working on bc i really loved this scene. ugh. draco being an adult. harry being a little nervous and uncomfortable. (probably posting the first part later today).

bro "kizinold anon" said the word: pink, and i said: lets write a WHOLE FKN FIC.

anyway, here is this:

Harry walked back down the hallway, thirty minutes later to find his whole den a mess. Draco, with his sleeves rolled up, was standing at the coffee table that he cleared off by quite literally just swiping everything to a pile on the floor, with Harry’s cup of coffee in hand  taking a drink. 

“What the fuck is this?” 

“Piles, organization, whatever you want to call it,” Draco answered after he swallowed, “why haven’t you told anyone about this?” 

“You all are so busy,” Harry shrugged, as he looked down at the coffee table. He eyes drug over Draco’s neat handwriting, Dementor Attacks. Werewolves Missing. Trolls Traveling. A piece of parchment sat above all else that read: North. 

“You think it is nothing?” 

“I plan on doing some asking around,” Harry lifted a shoulder, not meeting Draco’s look, “I’ll take care of it.” 

Draco frowned, “you know we’re all pretty capable wizards, though I do question that Boot, bloke, sometimes.” 

Harry chuckled, “why do you question Boot?” 

“He’s…” Draco lifted a slender shoulder, smiling, “not always friendly, let’s say.” 

“What?” 

Draco shrugged, “anyway, the point I’m trying to make, Potter. Is that you have a pretty capable team. Oh, Creevy is a shit show too.” He sighed, “you have about four of us, in office at all times, that are pretty damn good at what we do.” Draco couldn't really speak on the other team that they rotated at Azkaban with.

Harry smiled, “I know you all are good at what you do, that’s why I get to focus on these things.” 

“Is this about obligations outside the Ministry?” 

Harry sighed, and reached out taking his coffee mug from Draco, before he took his own drink and handed it back, pressing his fingers to his temple. “Everyone has their lives, they deserve to be able to go home and live them.” 

“I feel, just speaking out of hand here, Potter, but that means you get to live life outside of the Ministry, as well.” 

“I do,” Harry looked down at the table again, “so, it’s a lot of movement.” 

“It is,” Draco answered, “felt anything in that scar of yours, lately?” 

“Uhm, no.” Harry rubbed at the scar at the mention of it, “as far as I know, even if it was something to do with Voldemort, whatever part of him was inside of me is dead now. Right? Like that’s why I’m standing here, talking to you, Draco.” 

“Right, of course.” Draco nodded, “no, I haven’t felt anything either.” 

“I wasn't going to ask.” Harry said quickly, his eyes still trained on the papers, “I don’t imagine it’s Voldemort. I would like to think I managed that.” 

Draco chuckled, rolling his eyes, “right, of course.” He moved around Harry’s den, taking another drink of the coffee, as he sat on the edge of the armchair with a tired sigh. “Didn’t Weasley and Boot just take down that small group?” 

“A few weeks ago,” Harry nodded, his eyes drawn to the pink bag. He hated the fact he thought it, again. The thought of Draco Malfoy being the one to wear that pink lingerie set. He turned, forcing himself to look at the papers and willing his erection to just go away. “Why?” 

“Did they say anything? About things like this?” 

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat and walked over to his briefcase, finding the report and pulling it out. He looked down at it, willing himself to just focus on reading it and not on the fact Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be wearing the pink lingerie set, but that his girlfriend would, and there wasn’t anything Harry could do about it. 

“Well?” 

Harry jumped, before shaking his head, “uh, sorry, Ron’s handwriting….” He sat the report on his desk, “looks like it was just a group of kids thinking about doing black market trades.” 

“Oh,” Draco frowned, “I’m sure they were beaten all to hell.” He added, quietly, finishing the coffee. 

Harry glanced over at the word choice, “what did ya mean Boot wasn’t always friendly?” 

“He’s a little heavy handed,” Draco lifted a shoulder, “okay, so, these reports have started coming in over the last few weeks, right?” 

“Yes, just a bit now.” Harry moved, sitting on the couch opposite Draco, watching the blonde think as he tried to work through it all. 

“What’s North? Besides cold?” His lips turned down, his eyes closed, and then he stood up and looked around. Harry watched him, confused, as the blonde seemed to make himself comfortable with the layout of Harry’s house. He grabbed the coffee mug, walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. Harry turned to watch him, wondering if Draco was like this everywhere he went. He heard him pouring himself another coffee, “cream?” He called, but before Harry could answer he heard the ice box open. 

Harry sat back, on the couch, and then Draco was next to him holding out a warm mug of coffee, just the way it had been. Harry noticed it was a new mug, Draco keeping the one he had been drinking out of. The one, really, Harry had been using before Draco appeared on his doorstep. 

“Azkaban,” Draco said quietly, moving to sit next to Harry, rather than across from him. “But, what is on the island these creatures could want?” He frowned, “aside from the prison?” 

Harry took a drink, trying not to look at the blonde who was making himself very comfortable. He frowned as the words settled around him. “I mean it is very well guarded.” 

Draco nodded, “I’m aware. Have you been out there lately?”

[oh-my-bindery]

To this day I believe wholeheartedly that JKR decided not to write Draco switching sides when offered by Dumbledore or asking Snape to help him switch sides, because she knew she’d write Draco and Harry falling in love with each other (intentionally/unintentionally). She would have a hard time writing them as the characters she created for them and not having feelings of care and understanding for each other. It would be simply impossible unless she obliviated them both lol.

[rewritingcanon]

Scorpius is probably forever banned from hair gel lol.

why is he getting banned did i miss somethingggg 😭 he seems the type to steal dracos hair gel and do weird squiggly patterns with his blonde ass leg hair tho

[punmster]

having an existential crisis because I finally cracked and searched up a summary for Manacled and found out one of the DMSMG alternate endings (which I've changed before this) is like. kinda similar to it??

[mxlfoydraco]

i’m curious now, do you like canon draco or do you mostly focus on the fanon\post war only part?

I love canon Draco and I love the versions of him that he can become after the war! I don’t like the Fanon Draco™ that is watered down and woobified. He really was that awful, willingly so.

[queerpotters]

I'e been fairly clear about the fact that I don't like Draco (I stand by this), but I will say his arc wouldve been far more coherent if he hadnt tried to actively capture Harry during the battle of Hogwarts. As it is, he made a few steps towards the beginning of what could be a redemption arc, and then ran 20 ft backwards, slapped someone on the head, and everyone reacted like he had taken steps forward. maddening.

Having him helping Harry would be out of character I think (even if you like him, you have to admit that Draco Malfoy's primary, most consistent and enduring trait is cowardice), but even that would work better than what happened