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ellemisc · 6 months
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just married!
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xx-thedarklord-xx · 9 months
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Drarry where Ron has been frosty and clipped tones the entire time Draco and Harry begin spending time together because he thinks that Harry is replacing him with Malfoy of all people. It's not until they have a row about it that Harry yells,
"I'm in love with him!"
Oh.
Oh.
That's when it all clicks for Ron and he's so relieved that he laughs and laughs before his nose wrinkles because, ew.
Ew.
"Ew, Harry, really?"
But he's okay with it because Malfoy isn't Harry's bestfriend like him, he's the boyfriend which is a significantly worse position. Ron has the better spot in Harry's life, and no one can convince him otherwise
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daddiesdrarryy · 8 months
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Lucius: Great news, darling! I’ve decided to plan a wedding!
Narcissa: Oh? Who’s getting married?
Lucius: Our son, Draco, with Harry Potter!
Narcissa: But they aren’t dating or engaged
Lucius: They will be once I start my 20-step wedding plan
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blackcathjp · 4 months
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my favorite part of drarry fics is when ron absolutely loses his mind when he finds out they're dating. like he is so shocked, baffled, flabbergasted, disgusted, speechless. going through all 5 stages of grief while hermione sighs and comforts him, cause she noticed it ages ago and also expected it to inevitably happen.
ron wakes up from a nightmare. hermione groggily asks him what happened. ron, grief-stricken, voice shaky, replies, "just another dream where harry is...", he gulps, "dating draco MALFOY."
hermione huffs and rolls back over. "it's been 3 years ron. they're literally getting married. get over it."
ron sobs. "i can't." 😭😭
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itsphantasmagoria · 1 year
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Flowers flowers and more flowers cause it's finally starting to feel like SPRING
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This started as something else, but then I wanted to draw flowers and it turned into a sort-of art nouveau... thing. I sketched it over a week ago and promptly got horrendously sick, so I just finished today now that I'm feeling mostly better.
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halloworhorecrux · 5 months
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In case you're wondering.
Goyle is Draco's best man at his wedding.
" I don't have a lot of words, I've always had Draco for that.
But I've to say this.
Potter, I was there when he was chased by peacocks at 3 years old, I was there when he got mauled by a Hippogriff at 13, and now I'm here at 23, so this it --- you didn't ask, but this is me giving you my brother.
You can't hurt him anymore
You've got to take care of him because he has been waiting for you for his whole damn life.
Fuck. Draco, do you remember when we used to play house? Well, Harry, Lucius never knew this, but Draco married you every time. So I know you got shit luck at 3 with the Dursley's, but know that Draco has been yours since then. It may have taken a couple of decades, but he finally found you so he could love you.
It's going to be good, Harry. I know because I've been loved by my brother. So toast ya to my brother and the love of his life"
Draco and Greg dance together to Dean Lewis "How do I say goodbye" as they remember the third member of their trio
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mono-chromia · 1 year
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Team Sport
A Drarry microfic//oneshot by mono-chromia
Cover illustration by my beloved @basiatlu (alternate versions can be viewed here)
Word count: 1.015
Read under the cut, or on AO3
Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.
'Mione had once called Harry a "hard sleeper", whatever that may be.
"A heavy sleeper?" Draco had asked, unsure if he was missing some muggle turn of phrase. It comes up when they are trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements in the shared hotel rooms for Luna and Neville's destination wedding.
"Oh, no," she says. "Well, that too, I suppose, so he won't mind if you get back late, but he sleeps hard. I can't quite explain it." Draco doesn't mention the undiscussed assumption that he and Harry are apparently to bunk up together. "You know how he always tries to carry all the plates and cutlery to the table in a single go? Even if there's sixteen people dining?" Draco nods. "It's kind of like that."
Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.
Their portkey takes them from 5 A.M. in London to 11 A.M. somewhere in the Mekong Delta region, so when they arrive in their room, Harry immediately crawls into the pristinely made hotel bed, nesting the crisp duvets and the pillows into an iceberg-like structure and sleeps. Hard. Sprawled on his belly with his clothes still on (he's wearing sweat shorts at least, not jeans, thank Merlin) but with his feet sticking out for temperature regulation. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Draco watches him fuss and clumsily toe off his socks (because what lunatic wears socks to bed? Ridiculous) and then doze off immediately, squeezing in a highly efficient, half hour kip before they are expected for their lunch arrangements.
Harry seems more affected by the jetlag than the rest of the company, so Draco finds him, not unlike a cat, sleeping in strange places and at odd moments during the entirety of their stay in Vietnam.
For instance, on a couch in the hotel lobby one early morning, while Ron and Hermione argue with the clerk over the tour reservation that Ron definitely made correctly, with his head in Luna's lap, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and his arms hugged around his chest.
Or, on the lawn chairs by the pool in the middle of the day. Which, Draco supposes, isn't that strange a place to sleep, but Harry's commitment to the activity is once again proven when Hermione ambles over to rub sunscreen on his back and place a sunhat over his head, all without as much as a twitch.
It's really quite fascinating to watch (though no one else seems to think so) and Draco finds himself somewhat jealous, because even when he diligently works through his own list of requirements for a good sleep (freshly showered, moisturized, teeth brushed, clean sheets, glass of water on the side table, window open for airflow, access to his own pillow) he still doesn't often manage to make eight uninterrupted hours, let alone any misguided attempts at a restful nap. When Draco naps it means the situation is dire, that he is unwell, that he feels like something has crawled up his ass and died there, and it usually only exacerbates his condition instead of having the much desired effect it seems to have on Harry. That effect being that he wakes up content, mellow and sleep-soft (objectively) and exists like that for five minutes or so, before moving onto stage two of his post-nap euphoria, which includes but is not limited to; a general lust for life, toothy grins, silly jokes (objectively), and a propensity for affection towards whoever is nearest to him at any given moment.
Which means that Draco finds himself subjected to the feeling of gently excited hands on his wrists and back as they ooh-and-ahh at the view on their hike, and a chin hooked over his shoulder as Harry feigns mild interest in the book Draco is reading, before asking him to come swim.
Apparently, it also means that, when Draco is keyed up with homesickness on the third of their eight-night stay, Harry invites him into bed.
"You okay?"
Draco looks back from where he has his head stuck out the window, spooked and feeling slightly caught. He stares at Harry in his bed, making up the shape of his body under the sheets from his feet (sticking out from under the cover) to his rumpled head that's more under the pillow than on top of it. Harry's voice is thick with sleep and so, so soft.
"Oh," says Draco. "Yeah. Um. Just— a bout of insomnia."
Harry just hums, low and noncommittal, and for a moment Draco thinks that he might be sleep talking. But then Harry shifts and lifts up the duvet, wordlessly and casually extending an invite towards Draco, and waits for him to get in.
Draco would object, but maybe Harry's bed is just that much more comfortable, maybe that's why he sleeps so well, and well— truly it looks much too inviting to resist. So Draco doesn't object, and quietly pads across their room to slip into bed with Harry. The blanket is bunched up and skewed, there are more than enough pillows, yet none of them in the right spot to actually fulfill their intended purpose, but Harry isn't fussed in the least, and wastes no time snaking an arm across Draco's middle and slotting his head under Draco's chin. Harry seems to fall back asleep pretty much immediately, and Draco is suddenly surrounded by an aura of sleep-warmed sheets, skin-on-skin contact and a bouquet of powdery scented curls, clean skin and sweet spearmint breath. It would have been overwhelming if it wasn't so blissfully sedative.
A robust dose of Dreamless Sleep has nothing on the deep rise and fall of Harry's chest, the dozy twitch of his toes against Draco's leg, the blooming warmth in all the spots where their bodies are touching. Draco dreamily wishes he could bottle it. Who knew that sleeping was a team sport.
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drarry-picrew · 3 months
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Their wedding day
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We can spend every day dancing.
happy wedding day, @makeitp1nk! harry and draco snuck away for a moment alone from their party in this (two-part!) gift from @thebooktopus (& me! ❤️).
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realmothchu · 1 month
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a drarry wedding in an everyone lives au is basically a Black family reunion 😭
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ladderofyears · 1 year
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Better and worse.
Ron lost the rings. It rained. Their robes were the wrong shade of blue. The Prophet forgot their announcement. Luna forgot the venue. Lucius sent a Howler. The flowers made Draco sneeze.
“You know what they say,” Harry smiled, kissing his husband. “The worse the wedding, the better the marriage.”
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Fifty words.
For @microficmay
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lcdrarry · 5 months
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3 May 2024 | Double Feature | LCDrarry Art
[Art] A Game of Horcruxes
Prompt: "Game of Thrones", 2011, David Benioff Prompted by: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Art Medium: Digital Art Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: Duelling, Horcruxes, Blood and Injury
Notes: Hey everyone! Here are my pieces for K's AMAZING fic which I'm 100% sure you'll love. This has been one of the best collabs I've ever done and I couldn't be happier with the result.
K, I'm not gonna lie I was hoping you'd say yes when I surreptitiously offered to draw more illustrations for your work because I knew it'd be amazing (considering who was doing it) and that it'd be one of the most fun I'd have this year and I was right! I'm so glad you did say yes and I hope we can work together again in the future!
Summary:
It has been centuries since an attack on the castle of a royal scion. Centuries, until now.
The Realm of Hogwarts is ruled by eight noble Slytherin families, aided by their Gryffindor armies. Each kingdom possesses a Horcrux—the most precious source of magic to the throne. But when the Kingdom of Malfoy finds their Horcrux stolen, Prince Draco must break all protocol and enlist the help of a commoner, Harry, to find what's missing. All the while, an evil beyond the horizon stirs, Dementor attacks are increasing, and civil unrest is burning across the land. Can Draco and Harry recover the Horcrux and save the realm? And will they be able to resist their growing attraction to each other in the meantime?
View it now on AO3.
Please help promote the fest by sharing your favourite submissions, so more people can enjoy all the amazing new Drarry works of LCDrarry. Thank you!
Creator reveals are on 15 June.
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rewritingcanon · 2 years
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ginny would not care that albus was dating draco malfoy’s son because her other son is dating neville’s daughter and her daughter is dating luna’s son. like albus could date anyone at that point
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daddiesdrarryy · 7 months
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*Hogwarts, September 1st, 1991*
Draco: Hello! I’m Draco Malfoy! And you are?
Harry: I’m Harry. Harry Potter
Lucius: I’m hearing wedding bells!
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mxlfoydraco · 2 years
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simp 👏🏻 harry 👏🏻 supremacy 👏🏻
Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles
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acanadianmuggle · 5 months
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Oneshot - 10k - complete - rated M
Malfoy Manor has decided that the heir should be wed.
Cue a line of possible suitors taken to the Manor quite against their will, an unspeakable visitor and a quite ingenious solution to all of Draco's problems.
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