#drarry song

[ziggystqrdust]

crush

[uglynavel]

I feel like if you want to convince somebody that your ship makes sense just edit them to Lover You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley. It works almost every time

[skyrigel]

I will sell my soul to devil if my sad gays can have their happy endings

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Nonsense

Written for the prompt "Nonsense" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Draco took another sip of his drink, letting it fizzle in his mouth and burn on its way down his throat. He steadfastly ignored the way his heart thud, thudded in his chest whenever Potter glanced up at him, the corner of his mouth ticking up as gave him a hot once-over.

The flush crept all the way up his neck and spread over his cheeks, his whole body felt too warm, tummy swooping and tingling, like he was a bloody teenager. He took another drink, trying to stay relaxed.

Pansy was talking, something about her latest flame, but he could barely keep up, hoping that his occasional nods and hums were sufficient.

And she didn't seem to notice until Potter stood up and walked past them, nodding at Draco and grinning at him, tilting his head down like he was a little shy and Draco's heart jumped into his throat as he attempted to smile back.

"Parkinson," he greeted, "Draco," he added, voice soft and warm like he'd cast a spell that tied Draco's intestines around each other.

"Hey," he breathed, shook his head. "I mean," he cleared his throat, "Potter."

Potter's grin widened and it looked for a moment like he would say something more, but then he just nodded and kept on his way to the loo.

"Well," Pansy said with a sigh, sounding unbearably bored, "go on then."

"Pardon me?"

"Go on," she said, rolling her eyes at him. "I know you've been watching him all night. It seems like he finally made his move and it's time for you to make yours."

He sniffed and took another sip of his drink, "I've no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. You've no idea what I'm talking about because you've been too busy staring at Potter to listen to the words coming out of my mouth for the past hour."

And he wanted to protest, he really did, but they both knew that he had no leg to stand on. "Fine," he said, knocking back the last of his drink. "I will."

"Finally," she muttered but he didn't even dignify that with a response. He marched to the loo and opened the door, "Listen, Potter," he started, louder than he might have if he'd realized that Potter was standing at the sink, washing his hands and not in one of the stalls. "Oh."

Potter looked up at him, eyes fucking twinkling behind his glasses and Draco wanted to punch something, wanted to throw up, or bang his head against the wall, or... something. Watching Potter remain so bloody attractive while Draco fell apart was entirely infuriating. "I'm listening," Potter said, grinning even more broadly.

And Draco did the only thing that he could think to do with his tongue so tied, he lunged forward and grabbed Potter by the collar of his shirt and dragged him in to kiss him.

The water on Potter's hands soaked through Draco's shirt, but it was the furthest thing from his mind as Potter's mouth opened against his and he spun them, pressing Draco back against the sink.

His hands gripped Potter's shirt harder, pulling him in as he sank deeper into the kiss.

The other man smiled, his lips turning up at the corners and making the kiss a little awkward, but in a sweet way that Draco couldn't help but enjoy. "What?" he asked, still attempting to kiss Potter but wanting to understand that infernal grin.

"I like you," Potter said with a little shrug before he kissed Draco a little more. "I enjoy you."

"You drive me mental," Draco replied, in spite of the way that his stomach did back flips at the other man's words.

"Yeah?" he asked, still grinning.

"Yes," he grunted, all petulance and delight mixed up together. "You get my words all twisted together, you turn me into this daft idiot who can't get his head on straight."

Potter snorted, "Very convenient, seeing as I do my best not to fall for straight men."

He rolled his eyes and shoved Potter's shoulder before drawing him in closer and wrapping his arms around his waist.

"Be mine?" Potter asked. "Not just sleeping in my bed or hooking up in loos," he clarified, "actually, properly mine?"

"Is that what you actually want?" Draco asked, thinking that outcome was certainly too good to be true. "With me?"

Potter chuckled and bumped Draco's cheek with his nose, "I don't see anyone else standing in this loo with me."

He blinked, pushed back the insecurity that he felt rising in his chest, nodded once and decided to let himself have what he wanted. "Yeah," he said softly. "I'd like that."

"Alright, then."

Harry nodded. "Alright."

[dapperbeetledraws]

Somebody save the savior, somebody save the savior

Been listening to the James Blake/Lil yachty collab a lot and I especially have Save the Savior on repeat. there's just something to Draco stepping in and saving Harry from himself and the world that continues to take and take from him. in a way, they can't stop saving each other - they make quite the great team. alas, all i have time for right now is this quick sketch to represent a moment like this, where they might start to realize the depth of what they could do for each other.

highly recommend this song and album! if people are interested i also may share my drarry playlists.

[bahkeks]

As Draco stirs a final time, his final potion for his final NEWT, the scents came rushing up to him all at once.

Star Grass. Something his mum used to rub on her temples for migraines.

Mahogany. His trusty broom. If he closes his eyes, that smell could transport him to the sky.

And… something else woody. Not mahogany, but the woods. Earthy. Mixed with leather. And burning. A burning that fills him with fear and trust.

He stills.

Looks up.

Harry is looking back at him with the same expression of terrified desire, above his own cauldron of Amortentia.

my first attempt at a drabble, for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Love Potion.

[ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm]

''I would recognise you in total darkness, were you mute and I deaf. I would recognise you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star in the sky burnt out into oblivion,''

[ziggystqrdust]

they danced

[sirius-you-know]

Do I like reading depressing stuff? Or do I like getting a sense of comfort and understanding when I feel I'm all alone?

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Gorgeous

(inspired by t. swift's song)

Harry knew the moment that Draco walked into the bar. He always knew, there was something about the way he carried himself; his magic hot and bright, burning its way up Harry's spine before he'd even actually seen him. He turned his head, craning his neck to get a glimpse of the other man.

"Malfoy must be here," Ron grumbled.

He glanced back at Ron, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that every time he shows up here, you tune out most of what anyone has to say," Seamus piped up.

Harry glared at him, "Shut it. I do not."

"You do," Lavender replied as she slid in next to Parvati across from Hermione. "And it's just so sad because he talks to everyone but you."

He frowned, he had tried to convince himself that it was just his imagination that Draco talked to everyone else and intentionally ignored him. But before he could say anything more, Draco was at their table, he said, "this is Clement," gesturing to the attractive man on his arm before sitting down next to Hermione and immediately striking up a conversation with her.

"It's because he likes you," Blaise said, leaning in closer so Harry could hear him over the noise.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Yeah, right." Draco came with a different date every week, he wasn't interested in Harry.

Blaise shrugged, "Suit yourself but I'm telling you, Potter, that boy's been obsessed with you for years."

Shoving Blaise's shoulder Harry tried to put it from his mind. But as the night wore on, Harry watched Draco talking to everyone in their friend group but him (just like he always did) and when Draco got up to go to the loo, Harry couldn't help but follow. Not wanting to be a perv, he waited outside.

When Draco emerged, he immediately jumped, hand over his heart, "Circe's tits, Potter! What are you doing?"

Instead of answering his question, Harry's inebriated brain supplied one of it's own, "Why won't you talk to me?"

"Excuse me?" Draco asked, looking around as though he thought someone was playing a trick on him.

"I mean, we were friends, right?" he asked, knowing that he sounded more than a little desperate and pathetic. "Like 8th year, we sorted out all of our shit, forgave each other, right?"

"Potter, what are you on about?"

"It's just," he sighed and stared at Draco, wondering if he looked at him hard enough if he'd be able to understand him, "you never talk to me. And you talk to everyone else."

"You should be flattered," Draco said before turning away.

Without thinking Harry reached out and grabbed his hand, giving him a gentle tug, "Wait," he said.

"Adam is waiting," Draco said, not looking up to meet Harry's eyes.

"I thought you said his name was Clement?" Harry murmured.

And before he could do anything else, Draco was pressing him back against the wall and kissing him.

Harry's arms instinctively wrapped around him, drawing him in closer as he kissed him back just as desperately.

"That's what you get for touching my hand in a dark hallway," Draco muttered, nipping at Harry's lips.

"I ought to grab your hand more often, then," Harry replied, tugging Draco's body flush against his own so he could kiss him again.

Draco kissed him back for a long, tension filled moment, body surging and pressing against Harry's before he pulled back, "I fucking hate you."

Harry blinked at him, feeling like he was experiencing whiplash, his brain moving too slow, unutterably confused by the mixed signals he was receiving from Draco's body and his words. "What-" he started, but then Draco was kissing him again.

"I hate your stupid face, and your stupid green eyes," he continued as his hands slid under his tshirt and Harry groaned. "I hate the way you grew into your stupid body; all muscled and handsome. You're so fucking gorgeous, of course I can't talk to you."

"Fuck," he hissed as Draco's nails scraped over his back and Harry flipped their positions, pinning Draco to the wall.

Draco groaned, body shuddering against Harry's as he tried to drag him impossibly closer. "And I hate the way you talk, all honest and earnest, and-" he broke off as Harry sucked hard at his neck. "And I hate that you aren't mine."

Harry pulled back far enough to look him in the eyes, "Draco, you can have me," he said.

"Stop," he whined, giving Harry a shove but immediately tugging him back in. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not," Harry assured him. "I want you too, in case that wasn't abundantly clear," he said, pressing forward against Draco's body to emphasize his point.

Draco shook his head, "But I want more than just sex with you. Just sex would never be enough."

"Great," Harry replied, kissing down his neck again and pausing to suck at the bruise he'd left forming on his pale skin.

"I'm serious, Potter," Draco growled, fisting a handful of his hair and pulling until Harry looked him in the eyes again.

"Call me Harry," he said.

Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm serious, Harry. I'm a possessive bastard and I will want to keep you forever."

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Harry asked, feeling a little weak in the knees at the thought of being treasured and kept.

Narrowing his eyes he asked, "Are you being serious?"

"Yes," he said in exasperation, "Draco. I want you, too. I've been head over tits for you for ages."

"Really?" he asked, looking back and forth between Harry's eyes.

"Ask literally any of our friends," he said. "Yes. Really." He leaned in and gave him another soft, tentative kiss.

Draco shuddered and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck, "Take me home," he whispered.

"From here?"

Draco nodded, eyes closed.

He rubbed his nose over Draco's cheek, "What about-" he broke off trying to remember the bloke's name, "what's-his-name?"

"Who?" Draco asked, hands slipping under Harry's waistband and distracting him even further.

"Your date?" he prompted even as his fingers tangled in Draco's hair, turning his to the side to give himself better access to Draco's neck.

Draco whimpered, body arching against Harry's. He waved a hand, "I don't give a fuck. Take me home. Right now." Then softly, in Harry's ear, "Please," he all but moaned and Harry's self control snapped.

He apparated them right from there, straight into his bed, and suddenly Draco had absolutely no problem talking to him.

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Read more of my fics inspired by songs, if you'd like

tagging the lovely @phoebe-delia since it's taylor swift and that is her jam <3

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

drarry this, jegulus that

blah blah NOBLEFLOWER

[cl0wnstuff]

current state:

[ziggystqrdust]

h&m // zero to heroes & baddies who break their hearts by being a great actress n actor (that megara betrayal reveal was so iwajag)

how rich do u have to be to have that much purple on ur clothes in 21 bce

anyways i love how most fish out of water stories for boys is because theyre sons of god or smth but when it comes to girls it’s because theyre actually the spawn of the devil like😭

[barryhotter]

draco malfoy would NOT listen to taylor swift.

draco malfoy would listen to the smiths, and occasionally a bit of david bowie. he likes morrisey's ego.

harry potter would listen to the cure.

they are destined soulmates. in this essay i will-