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I honestly might delete tbh aha.

Tumblr this year has been far too stressful and silly. I don't just want to wake up and my blog be gone before I can say goodbye or move my shit over to somewhere else.

It has honestly been great and I've made so many friends on here and found so many new things to enjoy but it's so toxic and just a mess.

Why make a site where you have to be over fucking 18 to join, a sfw sight?? Do the Tumblr staff not even know their demographic??? The Nazis are not a problem but same sex relationships are?? Fuck off ahahahaha whatever.

I'll still be on the Drarry discord and A03 at pottercrew

There's a chance I might not delete but it might be less stressful if I did aha. I will give warning I won't just disappear.

I love you guys xxxx

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Study Pt 2

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I posted something for my Pottercrew Snippet Series and I apologise for that but here’s part 2 of Study.  (Right click on these links and open them in a new tab cause I’m crap at linking to open to a new tab lol) 

I hope you enjoy <3 They shared an awkward walk back to the eighth year common room and separated to grab the things they needed from their rooms. Harry couldn’t quite pinpoint how he felt, just that he needed to be as quick as possible to meet Malfoy in the common room. He huffed, why did his mouth have to speak before his brain thought about it? To ask Malfoy, of all people, if he wanted to study with him.

It wasn’t that he hated Malfoy, no it was quite the opposite, him and Malfoy, to everyone’s surprise and some horror, had come to some sort of unspoken truce. Maybe it was the pressure of their last year, what with their N.E.W.T.S, or maybe it was the fact that the war had changed things between them. Nothing too big, but something had just shifted, when Harry had seen Malfoy for the first day back two months ago, he was surprised at himself that he had felt nothing when he had looked at him, his mind had flashed to a skeletal terrified looking boy gazing horrified at him.

That had been the change, he no longer saw Malfoy as the same boy how had terrorised him and he back throughout their school years. Now, he just saw Draco Malfoy, blonde posh attractive smart Draco Malfoy who was trying to make amends.

Harry quickly grabbed the rolls of parchment strewn haphazardly across his desk and swore as he upended his open inkwell across the wooden surface and down it’s front right leg. Why had he left that open?

He cursed himself, then snatched his wand from his back pocket, cast a cleaning charm, and summoned his bag. Stuffing everything he needed to study, he cast one quick glance around the room, nodded once, and left, closing the door a bit too loudly behind him.

Out in the common room, Malfoy was standing with his back to Harry and looking out of one of the two large windows overlooking the forbidden forest. Harry keep his eyes on Malfoy’s back, refusing to look at the expanse of brown and green tree tops stretching to the horizon.

There was something about the way the light hit Malfoy’s hair and his face that had Harry pausing mid step, forgetting what he was about to say. Malfoy looked like he could quiet have easily been a moving painting painted by an artist long dead who aimed to capture an angel.

Harry had never seen anything like it. Since when did Malfoy look so beautiful and yet so handsome at the same time? He had always been beautiful, even Harry could admit that, what with his pointy features and aristocratic cheekbones. But here, he looked different.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts when the portrait to the common room slammed open and two obviously drunk figures stumbled in. Dean and Seamus were laughing loudly, Dean holding onto an open bottle of firewhiskey in one hand and his other thrown around a much drunker looking Seamus.

Malfoy turned his head to look at them and they both tried to shush each other before Dean spoke

“Harry mate, can’t talk, got to escort this drunken chap to bed”

Seamus laughed loudly, “Chap when have you ever said chap. Oh hey Malfoy, got to talk to you about the charms work later” Seamus was slurring, and he pointed at Malfoy at every second word, sending his body tipping and swaying every which way.

Malfoy nodded, “Probably best if you do that tomorrow Finnegan, it looks like you’re about to throw up”

Dean laughed and grabbed Seamus by the hand “Come on you, let’s get you to bed”

Seamus looked at him “You can take me to bed anytime you want Thomas” Seamus purred and Harry had to stifle a laugh at the look at surprise on Dean’s face. It was common knowledge for Harry, Ron and Neville that Seamus had fancied Dean since third year, they all had to deal with his moaning about Ginny and any other girl Dean got with. None of them however, had felt they had the right to tell Dean.

Dean didn’t say anything, just looked at Harry and Malfoy mumbled a goodnight, and helped Seamus down the corridor towards the boys bathroom.

Harry turned back to face Malfoy to find him staring at him. “I don’t think it’s a good idea studying in here” Malfoy said, and Harry felt a slight panic that Malfoy might have changed his mind. “People are going to be stumbling in all night” He explained.

“Oh yeah, right” Harry said “How about the library?” Malfoy nodded at this and pulled the strap to his bag higher on his shoulder.

“Okay” He said and walked towards the portrait and swinging it open. Malfoy looked back at him as if expecting him not to follow but Harry did, the sudden realisation that he and Malfoy were going to be alone in the library making his throat dry. Merlin he hoped he didn’t put his foot in it.

Draco really didn't know why he had said yes to this, but here he was, sitting next to Potter, seeing the face he pulls when something confuses him, the slight wrinkle between his eyes, hand clenching slighting around his quill.

Draco would on no means, under no circumstances admit to liking the way Potter acted when he understood something, the small smile of triumph, the focused look in his eyes as he put his head down, almost too close to his quill, (Draco did have to hold in a snort when it did actually hit one of his lenses) and wrote sentences and sentences, seemingly on the roll.

Not only that, but somehow, in the few seconds they had separated to get their stuff, Potter had managed to spill what looked like an entire ink pot down the bottom of his blue shirt and to reasons that infuriated Malfoy, he found it charming. He didn’t say anything though, and the fact that Potter didn’t seem to notice it was there amused him greatly. 

He was utterly distracted and there was no cure for it other than kicking Potter out of the library, and that didn’t seem like an option. He ran his eyes over the dark shelves, wondering if Madam Pince was still here. He doubted it, he was never more grateful to Mcgonagall more than when she had told the small group of 8th years that the library was now open later just for them, their individual magical signatures allowing the doors to open and let them into both the normal section and the restricted section.

It seems now, that every teacher knew they had been through a war, they were given full access to the books that lay in there, knowing that nothing they would see would be as horrific as what they had witnessed during the fighting.

Potter let out a small sigh and Draco’s eyes bore into the top of his dark head then snapped down to his own parchment when Harry raised his head and threw his arms up in a stretch.

“I don’t think I’ve ever got so much work done in one session before” He yawned, pushing his fingers underneath his glasses and rubbing his eyes. “I think it’s probably because Hermione's  not here and I have space to think” He snorted, flopping his head back. Draco didn’t know what to say to that so he said nothing, just looked down at his own unfinished sentence and tried to remember how he was going to finish it.

“What are you specifying in?” Came Harry’s voice and Draco looked up again, from the upward tilt of Potter’s lips, this wasn’t the first time he asked. It took Draco’s brain a few seconds to catch up before he realised Potter was asking about which type of transfiguration he was choosing to specialise in, in his exams.

“What?” Draco winced at how dumb he sounded.

Potter just smiled and nodded his head towards Draco’s transfiguration parchment “What are you specifying in this year?”

“Conjuration” Draco answered.

“Really?” Potter asked, eyebrows raising “Impressive”

Draco felt heat rising on his ears and forced himself to roll his eyes “If you paid more attention in class you’d get it”

Potter looked sheepish before sending Draco a wide grin “Yeah, that’s true, I’m specialising in vanishment”

“Of course you are” Draco snorted and leaned back in his chair when Harry let out a laugh

“What does that mean?”   

“Didn’t you vanish a plane of glass when you were 9? Of course you’d do vanishment, you’d be a fool not to” At Potter’s look he carried on “It’s better to play to your strengths, I saw your untransfiguration at the beginning of the year. Let's just say you picked the right thing”.

Potter let out a bark of laughter and Draco was again relieved that they were alone. If this had been in the day, they definitely would have been kicked out by now.

Draco dragged his eyes away from Potter’s face and looked back at his work. It was no use, he'd have to re read the chapter to get back into the roll of writing this. He stood up.

“I need to go find a book”

Potter just picked his quill back up and started writing, “Okay, call me if you get lost”

Draco tried to hide his smile as Potter’s laugh floated after him. It would do no good for himself nor Potter’s ego to react to everything Potter did. Draco ran his eyes down the main aisle, taking in the pitch black corners of the library, shadows dancing along with the flickering of the candles. 

He did like the library at this time of night, although yes, it was different having Potter at the table with him, it wasn’t a bad different, more...less lonely. He shook his head, less lonely, what was he, a child?

Draco carried on to the aisle he knew housed the transfiguration tomes, and yes they were tomes written by long dead wizards and witches with out of date views, boring long script on nothing but theory, in tiny black inked text. Draco breathed in deeply, taking in the smell of old parchment, leather and mildew and sighing in contentment.

Although nothing could beat the smell of a potions lab, there was something comforting about the smell of old books, maybe it just reminded him of being in the manor’s library, sitting in his mother’s lap and hearing her voice as she read any book that Draco liked the colour of, normally ending up being long scripted accounts of wizarding laws going back centuries, but he never cared, just liked the sound of his mother’s voice.

He ran his fingers down the spines of numerous books as he walked, the feel of leather to velvet to paper to fur leading him forwards. He knew where the book was, having taken it out a few times in the past. He stopped, tipped the spine towards him to read the silver lettering on dull red leather before pulling it out fully. He scanned the index then shifted through the book to the chapter he needed, nodded, closed it and walked back to their table. 

Potter was bent over his parchment again, quill moving furiously and Draco got a thrill out of making him jump as he dropped the large book down onto the table.

“Prat” Potter said, and to Draco’s surprised looked guilty about it, “Sorry” Potter said, looking back down at his work.

“Whatever for?” Draco found himself saying as he sat back down. Why was Potter apologising to him for calling him a prat, like they haven’t been calling it each other for years?

“Nothing” Potter said too quickly and Draco snorted.

“Out with it Potter, not all of us have the amazing ability to figure out what you mean like Weasley and Granger”

Potter looked at him “I didn’t...I didn’t want to offend you” He mumbled, looking thoroughly embarrassed now.

“Why would you offend me Potter?” Draco asked, perplexed. What was wrong with Potter? But Draco had a small feeling he knew what it was, and he didn’t like it.

“It’s just” He took a deep breath before continuing “You just seemed different, in the common room and I didn’t want to upset-”

“You didn’t want to upset me” Draco cut in, “Why would you calling me a prat upset me? You are aware we have been calling each other it for years now Potter, unless someone has obliviated those particular memories?” he drawled. Part of him was furious that Potter would treat him with kiddie gloves, but another deeper part, was slightly happy that Potter had been worried enough about him or something to do with their acquaintanceship to censor himself.

“No” Potter shot out looking defensive before huffing slightly “I just, don’t want to fuck this up” He breathed.

“Fuck what up?” Draco asked.

Potter motioned between them “This...this truce or whatever”.

Draco felt his ears return to being red and had to look away. “Just don’t be weird”

“I wasn’t being weird” Potter said, but at Draco’s look he continued “Okay I was, but so were you!”

“What are you? Four?” Draco said raising his eyebrows but he could feel the smile on his lips.

“Maybe, still older than your mental age” Potter shot back. Draco tried to look offended but he had missed this, more than he realised and all he could do was smiled down at his parchment.

“Shut it Potter, we have work to do” Was all Draco said back, feeling a feeling of normalcy he had not felt in years.

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Reflection of you

I couldn’t find my original post of this for some reason so I’m making a new one. I’m adding all my previous dabbles to my snippet series because I keep having ideas for other parts and I need everything in one place. 

The look of pure glee and happiness Harry saw in Draco’s face as they danced round the living room at three in the morning had him feeling the lightest he had ever felt.

This was an idea that came to me when Reflection of You by Bear in Heaven came on and I had to write it. The fic doesn't really reflect the song but I wrote it to this if anyone wanted to listen.

Hope you enjoy XD

Reflection of you- Bear in Heaven

The look of pure glee and happiness Harry saw on Draco’s face as they danced around the living room at three in the morning had him feeling the lightest he had ever felt. Well not the lightest, that spot was taken by the first kiss he had shared with the blonde man.

The song changed and he smiled brightly at Draco, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him closer. Draco just laughed loudly and wrapped one arm around Harry’s neck and the other he placed in Harry’s empty hand as Harry led them across the carpet. Bright grey eyes shined into his and Harry laughed louder.

He didn’t know how this had started, how they had ended up dancing around with abandon to muggle songs played loudly on Harry’s stereo-system in his small muggle flat on the edges of London. But here they were. Draco’s hair flying madly around him and hand warm in his. He looked amazing as usual, dressed in a casual dark blue jumper and black slacks. But it was made better by the slight creases that had formed in the jumper from their movements. The way he had rolled the sleeves up to stop them from getting in the way of his hands against Harry.

The two empty wine glasses stood by a large bottle of Merlot probably explained most of it.

But Harry didn’t feel drunk off of the wine, he had only had one glass. He felt drunk off Draco. Drunk off his smell, his laugh, his smile, his energy. How could he not be?

Draco moved in closer as they did a dangerously fast spin around the low coffee table and Harry felt his breath fan across his face. He closed his eyes briefly, just feeling Draco there, moving with him. When he opened them, Draco was looking right at him, a smile both on his face and in his eyes. Harry could see his own reflection slightly in the grey eyes, smiling widely back at him.

Christ this man.

Harry found himself short of breath which wasn’t from the dancing. Draco was just so beautiful, so perfectly imperfect that Harry sometimes found himself wondering if he was real. If he was just a hallucination made by his own mind. But then Draco would touch his hand, look his way, kiss him, hug him and he knew it was real. The feelings in his chest made that obvious.

Although they had already slept together, in both senses, Harry felt like this was one of the most intimate things he had done with Draco. Dancing here, laughing and open, with no care in the world right now apart from the other so close and happy against them. It made him tighten his grip slightly, pulling Draco even closer and smiling like a madman when Draco moved forward and kissed his jaw.

The night had started hours ago, with Harry opening his front door to let Draco in for their weekly Friday dinner at his flat. The only time they could get off in the week. Draco had brought the wine and Harry had supplied the dinner which he had joyfully cooked, imagining the reaction Draco would give him when he tasted it. He did love cooking. He didn’t know when they had started dancing, but Draco had turned the stereo on while Harry was dishing up. Harry had been surprised at the sudden sound but had looked around to find Draco’s eyes alight with an emotion that Harry did not know, but loved on him.

Dinner had been great if he didn’t say so himself, and Draco had agreed. It also didn’t do any harm that Draco’s long legs had been twined with his under the glass table, and their hands touching whenever they took a sip of their drinks.

By the time they had moved to the settee, Draco had changed the music enough times to leave Harry laughing at his curiosity. After a while, Harry had taken pity on him and helped, showing him his favourites. Which had led to Draco saying he wanted to hear all of them, which then had probably lead to this now.

The song was dying down and Draco leaned forward until their foreheads were touching, his slightly damp and Harry smiled once again. Draco was breathing just as heavily as Harry, his eyes still alight with pure joy and his smile bright.

“Thank you” He whispered.

“For what?” Harry responded.

“This” Draco whispered back.

“Yeah” was all Harry could get out, the way Draco was looking at him like he was his whole world, had him speechless.

Draco gave him a confused look when he didn’t respond and made to move away but Harry held fast.

“You’re beautiful you know”

Draco just smiled shyly, looking down at Harry’s shoulder.

“You are” He breathed, running his lips across Draco’s damp forehead and closing his eyes against the sudden onslaught of emotion that flooded him. Draco pulled his hand out of Harry’s and slung it with the other around Harry’s neck, making them look eye to eye.

“Yeah?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah” Harry responded.

And then they were kissing, Draco’s lips sweet against Harry’s from the wine he had sipped when he needed a break from dancing two songs back. Their lips met again and again before Draco slid his tongue slowly against Harry’s lips and then into his mouth against his tongue. Harry slid his hands to hold Draco to him by his lower back and Draco moved his head to the side to deepen the kiss as much as he could.

This was where Harry belonged, here, in Draco’s arms. Both out of breath from dancing and touching each other like they were the only thing the other needed.

They danced until the sun rose.

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Change pt 2

This is the continuation to this snippet (I tried to make it open in a new tab but I’m pants at this stuff) that I posted last month. I hope you like it. All snippets and continuations will be added to my pottercrewsnippets page and tag if you want to find them! (BTW I have no beta so if there are mistakes please tell me and I’ll fix them) Hope you enjoy <3

Malfoy,

I’m sorry about the other day, please let me explain.

H.

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Malfoy,

I tried to visit but the wards are too strong, please, I'm sorry let me explain, I want to do it face to face.

H.

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Malfoy it's been weeks please let me know you're okay

H

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For fucks sake Draco! Where the fuck are you? I know you're getting these as Alexander comes back empty handed! Just let me know you are okay! I'm shit at this fuck

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Draco please

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Draco Malfoy,

I hope all is well, I heard about your mastery, congrats.  

Harry J Potter

Eight years later

“No”

“What do you mean no?”     

“I mean no Potter, as in, no, you are not getting a sign off to get Acromantula venom for whatever the hell you want to use it for” Draco sighed, and he gave Harry a droll stare over the small green garden table they were sitting at. He noticed Granger and Blaise trade a confused look at each other over his and Potter’s conversation. He couldn’t say he was surprised. They didn’t know the amount he and Potter had to interact at work, this was probably the first time they had seen them interact since the trials years ago and he couldn’t blame them for their concern, but this was nothing new for him, hadn’t been for over five years now. Or earlier a small voice in the back of his supplied, but Draco quickly squashed it, he wasn’t going there, was going to think about those months after the war.

Potter rested his head on his hand and sighed, looking up at Draco through his lashes, like that would work now. Potter had pulled that one on him the third time he had come storming into his lab asking for forbidden substances and Draco had been so mad he had refused Potter entry to his lab for a month and heavily threatened his staff with redundancy if any let him in. “Please”

Draco just snorted “No” and took a sip of his tea, placing it gently back down on the table. That look never worked on him and Potter knew it, he was being smug about something, and Draco was instantly suspicious. When Potter wanted something for whatever the hell he did, he always had something to trade with Draco to get it. Unfortunately, Draco knew Potter knew what he wanted, or what he could give him to get what he wanted and Draco knew better than to think Potter wouldn’t go that far. But when Potter threw himself back into his patio chair with the look a fake annoyance that Draco knew so well, he knew he was beaten.

“Would you sign it off if I told you I have a fully signed and approved order form for a small amount of unicorn blood, purely for ministry testing?” He said, admiring his nails and Draco felt himself freeze, tea cup halfway to his lips. The bastard knew he would say yes to that, he knew how much Draco needed that rare ingredient for his current tests into the potions he was currently going over for his ministry quota.

“My office at 10:30 and you’ll have your damn venom” He said before taking the sip he was going to.

“Thank you” Potter smiled, and Draco had to look away at the rush of satisfaction that flooded him when he realised he had made Potter genuinely smile. He really needed to get over this stupid little crush on the boy who lived.

He looked around the back garden they were all currently residing in, hoping it would take his mind of off the way the tips of Potter’s canines showed when he smiled. They were here for Luna’s birthday, she had gathered them all at a beautiful magical hotel in the middle of London surrounded by magically hidden fauna rising high and giving the backspace they were sitting in a secluded feel, contrasting the size of the garden space that had to be a quidditch pitch long and wide, with two lily pad ridden ponds randomly placed.

Luna had invited everyone she could from the looks of it, not that Draco minded, no one could say no to Luna, she deserved the world and everyone would give it to her if she asked. Speaking of the birthday girl, Draco saw her socialising with a group of witches he didn’t know (something that his father would be rolling in his grave about as he made it his life’s goal to know everyone of importance) by one of the small ponds. Her deep purple dress set off her shining blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back, looking like a fairy, well, the muggle interpretation of the fey, especially with the backdrop of such diverse plant life.

Draco’s attention snapped back to the table he was sitting at when he felt a small kick to his shin. Blaise and Pansy were looking at him like he had a third head and he knew instantly what it would be about when he noticed the absence of Potter and Granger who must have left while he was watching the host.

“What the hell was that?” Pansy whispered, eyes narrowed slightly “Kept this little friendship between you and Potter rather quiet haven’t we?” She teased before taking a sip of tea. Draco knew she wasn’t mad, there would be no reason for her to be, they were all adults now and Draco had seen her talking to Granger earlier so she really couldn’t say anything.

“Oh please Pans” Balise said, leaning back in his chair, “we both know what’s going on here, how could we not?” At the look he and Pansy shared Draco felt himself becoming defensive, something he never normally was with these two, and something he knew they would notice. He took a slight breath before schooling his face into the most aloof expression he could.

“And what would that be?” He asked, knowing full well what the answer would be.

Pansy smirked “Like you don’t know what we’re going to say Draco, we’ve been teasing you about it since sixth year”

Draco just rolled his eyes, picking up his cup and taking another sip, it wasn’t his fault that his eyes drifted to where Potter was standing next to Granger talking to yet another witch Draco couldn’t name. And it definitely wasn’t his fault when he found his eyes glued onto the spot where the back of Potter’s top drew up when he rubbed the back of his head, revealing something black peeking out-

“See” Pansy huffed and Blaise laughed shaking his head. “Potter isn’t the only attractive man in the world Draco”

“Oh so you admit Potter’s attractive then?” Blaise asked his brows raising and Draco could tell this was an argument from a previous conversation that he did not want anything to do with.

“Fine, yes I admit it but come on, look at him” Pansy explained, waving a hand towards Potter’s direction. Blaise did, and Draco watched his dark eyes sweep Potter’s body.

“Oh I know he is Pans” Blaise drawled and Draco rolled his eyes. These two were insufferable, before Pansy could answer however, Potter was back and he fell back into the spare chair by Draco, head flopping back.

“You would not believe how much Jillian Greenbanks talks” He moaned, flopping his head back forwards and Draco had to curl his hand around the arm of his chair to stop himself from pushing back the dark hair that fell into Potter’s face.

“Well Potter, I’m sure she was just so enamoured to be talking to the chosen one and all” Draco quipped.

Potter just snorted, pouring himself more tea from the self warming tea pot in the middle of the table. “Well she should go be enamoured with Ron or Moine” He mumbled, dropping two sugar cubes into his cup and giving it a stir.

“Yes well I’m sure she would have gotten a better conversation out of either of them two” Draco responded, watching the way Potter’s fingers wrapped around the cup and not the small handle.

“Yep” Potter agreed, taking a long sip from his cup. He was just about to say something else until a crack of apparition filled the garden.

Draco turned to look, along with everyone else and was quite surprised to see a woman, clad in all black standing by the foot of the stairs leading into the hotel. What was most striking however, was the fabric mouth cover she wore that blended into the neck of her robes, her mouth and nose covered showing only her deep dark eyes staring straight towards their table. She had black hair tied up neatly in a bun making her look like a ballerina but Draco knew better. Draco had never seen anyone dressed like this but he had heard of it, with black robes fit so tightly against her body it was almost scandalous but Draco knew combat fabric when he saw it. She was a hit wizard, that he knew at least, however that wasn’t helpful seeming as the term ‘hit wizard’ was an umbrella term for a number of different jobs, kind of like unspeakable. What held Draco’s attention most of all however, was the sigh that left Potter’s mouth when he caught sight of her.

Potter stood up, and everyone’s gaze went to him, then back to the mystery woman. He just headed over to Luna, a look of guilt on his face. “I’m sorry Luna” He said, rubbing the back of his neck “Work and all”.

Luna just smiled, waving her hand “It’s no problem Harry” She said, her eyes never leaving his face.

“I’ll be back for dinner” Potter said a look of determination in his eyes “I promise”.

Luna beamed, hugging Potter quickly “You better Harry James”

Potter smiled at her one last time before heading towards the woman, who’s eyes look sympathetic.

“I’m sorry Cap, they wanted you in at seven this morning and I was able to push it back till now”

Potter just shook his head, his eyes looking troubled “You shouldn’t have had to” His voice was soft and Draco felt more curious than he ever had before about what Potter did for the ministry. As quickly as the woman had appeared, her and Potter disappeared in a wisp of smoke.

The sound of conversation built slowly back up again around him and Draco felt his eyes going to Granger and the look of worry etched into her features. Did she know what Potter did? Did she know why he was so scarred? So secretive? So different, mature and intense from the boy they had both known from Hogwarts. From the looks of it, she did not, and Draco knew it bothered her, like it bothered him.

The rest of the lunch went by just as slowly and uneventfully as it had started, but not in a boring way, in one of those ways that had you pleasantly relaxed and both looking forwards to what was next and wanting to stay in the haze of what you were doing.

By the time dinner rolled around Draco was feeling a bit more lively, his curiosity about Potter had faded to the back of his mind. Or so he thought. It came flooding back however as he was sat staring at Potter’s empty dinner seat across from him on the great table that Luna had set up in the hotel’s dining area. It was lovely, all pastel blues and pinks fading into each other. But the empty chair seemed to take something away from the evening, so did Granger’s worried looks aimed at said chair.   

He sat back in his chair and saw Pansy wink at him from up the table and he couldn’t help but smirk back at her. She was chatting up one of the witches Luna had been talking to most of the day and from the way the witch was eyeing Pansy, it looked like it was going well. Not that he could blame her. Pansy did look stunning tonight, well, she did have his and Blaise’s help all afternoon in her room helping her pick something to wear. She had declared her mission for the night and neither had anything better to do than to help her. Her flowing red dress and sharp red lipstick were hard to look away from, added with a necklace that plunged down her revealed cleavage and her curled bob and the witch had no chance.

He heard a slight cough next to him and turned towards Neville who had just sat down in the seat next to his, an easy smile on his face as he looked at Draco and Draco found himself returning it. He and Neville had shared an easy friendship ever since they had both gone back to Hogwarts to complete their apprenticeships a year after the war. It had been tense at first, seeming as only a few had come back and they had to share a common room, but slowly as the years passed, they managed to create something akin to friendships between their lessons. Now Draco saw Neville at least once a month at the Three Broomsticks when Neville got a weekend off from his professor duties.

“Still regretting not taking the potions professor position Draco?” Neville joked, placing his napkin on his lap.

“Merlin no, working with the ministry and everything they throw at me is a hundred times better than teaching third years thanks ever so” Draco laughed, fully turning towards Neville now. They joked about this quite often and Draco knew Neville was still a bit disappointed in him not working with him at Hogwarts but Draco just couldn't bring himself to. It would have been nice, teaching in one of the only places he had been able to slightly avoid his father when he was younger, but there were too many memories, too many painful emotions there that he just couldnt take the job when it was offered to him.

So now he worked in his own lab at the ministry as potions master, signing off and making potions for the different departments to use. It was a good job, one that Draco loved, a little too much if anyone was to ask any of his friends, the pay was good and so was the fact that he had a number of staff to boss around. He ignored the part of his brain that said there was another reason why it was good involving the man who was currently absent and focused on what Neville was saying.

“Crazy kids this year I swear they get worse every year. You wouldn’t believe all the new rules Mcgonagall has had to introduce just this term, you lucked out”

Draco arched a brow “Really?” He asked, that was another reason he was glad not to be teaching. He really didn’t know whether he could handle a classroom full of kids, not like Neville.

Neville, Draco had came to notice over those tentative years back at Hogwarts, had finally found the self confidence he had been missing before the war. He was finally confident in what he was doing, he was confident in Herbology and looking after students and Draco honestly found himself smiling every time he saw Professor Sprout’s successor. He had grown into his looks as well, much to Draco’s attention. Gone was the scrawny clumsy boy from their youth, replaced by a self assured, tall, broad attractive young man with a smile to die for and a twinkle of mischief in his eye that Draco definitely would have pursued back in their apprenticeships if he hadn’t been getting over his obsession with the other ‘war hero’. However he had come to adore the friendship he and Neville held and wouldn't do anything to disrupt that. Plus, it didn’t help that Neville knew of his feelings towards Potter and their past from a drunken night in their common room after everyone else had gone to bed. If Draco thought about it however, that night had been the making of this friendship, both of the opening up on the floor leaning against armchairs and highlighted by the flickering fire.

“Yeah but I really don’t wanna talk about work now” Neville laughed, picking up his glass and watching it fill itself “What did you pick?”

“Feta watermelon salad, Lentil cottage pie and the chocolate mousse, you?” Draco replied and he smiled as Neville rolled his eyes.

“Veggie week is it?” Neville asked, knowing full well it was.

“Yes” Draco took a sip of his champagne and felt a small twinge as he caught sight of the empty chair again.

“Chicken Pate, Crown of Lamb and the chocolate mousse too” Neville replied, looking longingly at the empty plate in front of him. “I wish they’d hurry up though, I’m starved” He moaned and Draco laughed.

“You’re always starved Neville”

“Yeah well, you didn’t have to travel all the way from Scotland to get here” Neville joked

“You flooed you prat” Draco snorted back.

“Yeah well, I’m still hungry” Neville grumbled and Draco laughed again, really, he missed the times they had had in the Three broomsticks. Seeing Neville drunk for the first time is honestly one of Draco’s fonder memories.

“Potter’s still not back then” Neville casually remarked after they had finished joking and Draco just finished his drink off.

“Nope” He held his glass out and watched as the pale liquid slowly filled it, bubbles just reaching the top.

“Ah”

“Ah indeed”

A silence fell between them that made Draco’s foot start to twitch. Fucking Potter, still fucking things up even when he’s not here. Draco was so deep into thinking of ways to break the silence that he almost missed what Neville was saying.

“Never mind, look who just walked in, just before the food as well” He whispered and Draco turned slowly, trying not to make it obvious.

Yes, that was indeed Potter rushing through the doors of the dining room, pulling at his tie, hair wild and out of breath. That wasn’t what had Draco staring though, no, it was the long red mark running from the bottom of Potter’s right eye down to his chin that definitely wasn’t there before he left. Draco heard Granger’s sharp intake of breath and he felt his hands curl into fists. He really shouldn’t care, he really shouldn’t feel himself getting protective and angry at the cut on Potter’s face like he saw Granger be. He had no right. So he turned back to Neville and found his warm eyes on him, a look of curiosity and sympathy in them.

“It’ll be alright mate, dangers of the job” He murmured and Draco just nodded in his direction, knowing full well that Neville knew as much as Draco when it came to Potter’s job. He was an unspeakable, that’s all they knew and all they would know. Everyone knew however that unspeakables turned up dead more often than not.

Draco saw from the corner of his eye Potter lean down to murmur something into Luna’s ear, probably his apologies for being late. Luna just nodded and smiled, pointing towards Potter’s empty seat and Draco felt himself go rigid as Potter turned towards them.

“Well, it looks like we get the envious company of the Chosen one tonight” Neville joked, nudging Draco in a gesture that Draco knew was to cheer him up and snap him out of his mood together. Draco forced his swirling thoughts to the back of his mind and smiled back at Neville.

“Oh how delightful”

Neville just snorted into his glass and took a quick sip before smiling brightly at Potter as he sat down opposite Draco. Draco had to force himself to not look at the mark on Potter’s face when he turned to face him.

“Busy day Harry?” Neville asked innocently, smiling.

“A little” Harry laughed, getting comfortable in his seat.

“Really Potter” Draco drawled, leaning back “leaving lunch early and being late for dinner, bad form”

Potter’s eyes found his and Draco felt his fingers clench at the intensity in them “Ah my bad” Harry smiled and leaned forwards “how rude of me”

“Yes well” Neville interjected “it’s good to see you again mate, been a while”

Potter’s intense eyes snapped to Neville and Draco felt himself let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding.

“Yeah, sorry about that” Potter had the decency to look sheepish. “Work and all” he offered and Neville snorted in agreement.

“Know what you mean, I thought Mcgonagall was harsh as a teacher, she’s worse as a boss”

Both he and Potter winced at that and Draco couldn’t help but notice the way Potter had relaxed slightly, not fully, he still eyed the doorways before responding to Neville, but he was leant back in his chair, and easy smile on his lips.

“I don’t know how you do it Neville to be honest” He laughed.

“Me neither” Neville admitted “But I love it, though, it would be a lot more enjoyable if this one was there with me” he thumbed at Draco and Draco rolled his eyes yet again, what was it with him and surrounding himself with friends like this?

Potter’s eyes went from Neville to Draco and back again quickly with a look in them which Draco thought was judgement before quickly vanishing. “Oh really?”

“Yeah mate, the things we got up to during our apprenticeships” Neville replied wistfully, a small smile playing on his lips and Draco caught on immediately. Whoever thought that Neville was an innocent unobservant wizard was heavily mistaken. Draco kicked his foot lightly in warning but he knew the look in Neville’s eyes, had seen it enough times when Neville acted as his self appointed wingman and knew he couldn’t stop what was happening.

Potter looked back at Draco, but Draco didn’t look him in the eye, just held out his glass to be refilled. Draco must have done something good in a past life however, as at that moment the starters appeared on their plates, the smell of food suddenly cutting through the conversation as everyone looked down at their plates.

“Before everyone starts eating” A voice fell over the room and everyone looked to the top of the table where Luna was sitting next to Ginny Weasley. “I just wanted to thank everyone for coming this weekend, I’m very grateful”

“Happy Birthday Love” Girl Weasley said, holding up her glass and everyone followed, raising a glass for their host.

“Happy Birthday Luna” Everyone said before taking a drink.   

Luna laughed happily “Thank you everyone, now you can start, I know how hungry you all must be, especially you Neville” She said, smirking down the table and Draco felt Neville shift next to him.

“You know it Luna” He called back and Draco knew he’d have that devilish smirk on his face that let him get away with everything “All that travelling”

Draco couldn’t help the snort of laughter that came then at the ridiculousness of the situation, but luckily everyone had started talking again. Neville chuckled next to him before he dug into his starter. When Draco looked up, two green eyes were staring at him, a look he couldn't place in them. Draco couldn’t help his gaze from sweeping the red mark on Potter’s face and Potter noticed.

“It’s nothing” He said lowly, enough for only Draco to hear.

“Doesn’t look like nothing Potter” Draco sniffed, picking at his salad “Whoever the healer was did a shit job, I’ll see what I can do on Monday”

Potter smiled that damn smile again “Thanks”. Draco ignored the feeling he got from that, honestly he was pathetic.

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Change pt1

Harry paused his frantic grabbing of clothes and looked over at Draco still lying on the bed.

“This was a mistake” he said firmly, as if trying to convince himself and not Draco.

Draco merely raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t answer. His head was aching and a feeling he didn’t want to name was blooming in his chest. Harry made an impatient sound as if he was waiting for Draco to try and convince him otherwise. Why should he? The golden boy had already made his mind up.

Harry shoved his t-shirt over his head and pulled his jeans up, then without another look at Draco, dissaperated. Like this wasn’t the first time they had done this, and Draco knew better than to think it was the last. Why did he continue to do this to himself? Why did he continue to be Harry Potter’s convenient fuck? Harry was right, it was a mistake, one that he continued making. One that he did not want to end, deep down. But he had to, for his sake.

Draco just continued to stare up at the bright ceiling, carefully tracing the patterns on it with his eyes to stop his mind from thinking about what had just happened.

It didn’t work.

He was fucked.

He rolled over and pressed his face into his pillow, willing the images of what they had both just done from his mind. But it didn’t work. They continued to flash across the blackness of his closed eyelids, tormenting him.

“Fuck” He breathed out weakly.

He didn’t know how long he lay there for, naked, on top of his mussed sheets, but when he finally lifted his head, the sky was dark outside his window.

Draco rolled slowly, his muscles aching slightly from earlier. He gingerly stretched, careful not to pull anything out of place. Trying not to think about anything too hard, Draco headed towards his on-suite bathroom, pulling the door harshly closed behind him. He needed to get out of his room, out of this. He needed the smell of Harry bloody Potter gone from his skin before he went mad. And he needed it off now.

He scrubbed himself pink in the shower, washing away all evidence of what they had just done, thinking about the walk he was going to take when he was done, picturing the cold autumn night air hitting his heated cheeks as he stepped out of his front door.

Harry Potter was an arse, but an arse Draco knew he couldn't bring himself to actually hate. He could pretend he did, could go through the motions of saying and doing things that showed he did, but deep down he knew it was fake, knew that from the moment those eyes had stared up at him, expecting Draco to identify him, he was fucked.

The cold air did exactly what Draco had hoped it would, instantly stinging his revealed flesh as he walked down the long drive of the manor, hoping the wards wouldn't give him away to his father's drunken anger. He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped through the gate and the wards just flexed around him, letting him slip through.

Draco loved this time of night, the moment when the world was quiet, when the birds had stopped their noise and everyone was tucked safely into their homes. He let the sounds of the fallen leaves crunching under his boots fill his ears, a small childish part of him wanted to kick the leaves about, run through them and watch as they spiralled and flew through the air before gently falling back to the ground, like little brown and orange stars falling to earth. He loved this time of year too, the time when one could be excused for wearing clothes two or three sizes bigger than one actually was. He loved the feeling of the wool his mother made his sweaters from, never scratchy and always too big.

He pushed his gloved hands into the deep pockets of his robes as he walked, thinking of nothing but the way his breath puffed out in front of him. He really needed to get away, really needed to make something of his life. What was he going to do? Stay in the manor for the rest of his life, waiting around for Potter’s patronus asking to be let in?

He stopped by the largest tree outside the wards on the grounds, taking in its wide twisted naked branches swaying in the harsh wind. He eyes found the names carved there, one for all of his friends. They were all off, all pursuing careers that would better their lives, take them away from the bigotry of their parents, carving their own paths in this world. He took a deep breath as a powerful flow of motivation filled him.

It was time he did too.

I was feeling in an angst mood so this happened instead of the fluff I was planning on writing. 

Part 2

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Study

So here’s my first snippet of a series I have no idea what to call but for now I’ll just tag them as pottercrewsnippetseries (long I know but I’m so unimaginative when it comes to naming things) I hope you enjoy and please, leave feedback on whether or not you like this idea!

Draco couldn’t tear his eyes away. He knew he should, he knew he should retire back to his rooms and finish the five assignments he had already started. He shouldn’t be here, in this room of happiness, surrounded by those whom he had betrayed two years previous. He quickly rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers, trying to be subtle, but from the look Pasny gave him, he had failed.

“It will be okay Draco” She said calmly, looking out over the room from their position by the door.

“I know I just- you know” Draco rushed, looking at the far wall and not at her. He was embarrassed, embarrassed at his discomfort and that embarrassment made him mad. Part of his mind was angry, angry at himself, he should feel embarrassed after all he had done, should be feeling guilt and awkwardness, it was the least he should suffer. He caught a flash of messy hair and green eyes and his stomach clenched. He shouldn’t  be here, he should go.

“I don’t think I can do this Pans” Draco said quietly, feeling guilty about leaving her here.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was light, but he could hear the worry lacing it. He still didn’t look at her.

“Yes, I’m sorry Pans”

“Don’t worry about it Dray, I’ll be fine, Theo will be here any minute” She said reassuringly and Draco felt himself nodding. He tried to ignore the twinge his battered and frail pride gave.

“See you tomorrow for breakfast?” He asked, turning around.

“You know you will”

Draco gave her a small smile and pushed through the door they had come in through, he knew he looked like a coward, because that’s what he was. He knew everyone in there would have seen him enter, and leave, he knew he would hear about it tomorrow, but right now he didn’t care. His mind went to the pieces of parchment on his desk in his rooms and the different titles of each one. He really needed to finish them tonight.

“Malfoy!” A voice called from behind him, and he paused mid step down the  long corridor he was walking. He knew that voice, he was so attuned to it now it was shameful. He looked back and yes, that was Harry Potter walking slowly towards him, a small smile on his lips. Draco turned the rest of the way around but didn’t look at the other man.

“Hello Potter” He said. The need he had to finish his assignments increased, his frustration growing that had nothing to do with Potter.

“You left” was all Potter said, that small smile still in place.

“I have to finish my assignments” Draco replied, surprised to not hear any of the frustration he was feeling in his tone. At Potter’s silence he gave into the urge to look at the Saviour of the Wizarding world. Two dark eyebrows were raised in what looked like surprise.

“The one’s for potions and transfig?” He asked “The ones that aren’t due in for two months?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes” Draco replied, knowing that Potter would think it was an excuse, a stupid one at that.

“So you're leaving a party, to go and do assignments that you know you'll ace due in in two months?” Potter asked slowly, taking a step forward each five words.    

“Yes Potter” Draco said between clenched teeth. Why did the Chosen One need everything explained to him like a ten year old?

“No other reason?”

“No!” Draco snapped and immediately regretted it, but Potter didn't seem to mind, he just smiled.

“You sure?”

“Oh fuck off Potter” Draco sighed relaxing his shoulders “you can't just let things be can you?”

“Nope” Potter exaggerated the p and Draco wanted to hit him. Well, he would if he had the energy. Draco didn’t know when this happened, not exactly but it had. This fragile friendship that sat between him and Potter. However, he can’t say he wasn’t surprised by Potter’s next words. “Can I come study with you?”

Draco’s eyes flew to Potter’s, checking for any sign of a joke or snide remark. There was no way Potter was serious? He knew they didn’t hate each other anymore, had even shared a few decent conversations here and there. But this was different. Why would Harry Potter want to study with him, in fact, when did Harry Potter ever study?

“What?” Draco asked, wincing at how dumb his voice sounded. Potter looked sheepish and he brought his hand to rub the back of  his neck while looking away.

“I don’t- in there” He breathed “I didn’t really want to be there either to be honest” Potter said quietly but he coughed and carried on clearer “Being around people I mean, ever since the war I just, I don’t feel comfortable” His eyes found Draco’s “Plus, there’s this voice in the back of my head that kind of sounds like Hermione constantly telling me I need to study so, you know, you’re really clever and stuff so…” He mumbled off, going quiet. His eyes kept going from the floor to Draco’s.

There was no way this was real right? Draco honestly didn’t know what to do and the fact that Potter had complimented him was something that sounded so foreign to his ears.

The other man seemed to take his silence as rejection and his shoulders fell slightly before a forced smile appeared on his face, the one that Draco saw in all the Prophet pages. “You know what, it doesn’t matter, it was stupid of me to ask in the first place, of course you wouldn’t want to study with me, at this time or in general, I’ll probably just annoy you” His voice was higher than usual. He turned to head back.

“No!” Draco said a bit too loudly and Potter started and turned back round. Draco coughed “No I mean, it’s okay, if you need help or whatever, you can study with me if, if you want I don’t mind” He honestly couldn’t believe what he was saying. But all that flew out of his mind when Potter smiled, a genuine smile that pulled Draco’s eyes to his lips.

“Great! Yeah, good” Potter said hands moving on every word.

“Okay” Draco responded, now what were they supposed to do?

“I’ll get my stuff and meet you in the common room?” Potter asked

“Yeah okay” Draco responded, Merlin this was going to be awkward.

He watched Potter walk off in the direction of their dorms and realised they would both have to walk the same way. He hesitated, what should he do?

Potter stopped and suddenly spun around, looking apologetic “Oh yeah, we walk the same way cause we have the same dorm, yeah aha awkward”

“You can say that again Potter” Draco found himself saying, and they both just stood there still, just looking at each other. It wasn’t until the door to the party slammed open that both of them snapped out of whatever the hell was going on and both started walking towards their dorms. He took a quick peek at the dark haired man next to him and, for the first time since he came back, felt glad he had.

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Change Pt 3

Hey guys, it’s been a while since I updated this and I’m really sorry about that. I know some of you might be a bit disappointed by the size of this update but I am really struggling with the plot for this fic so please don’t be too mad aha. I don’t know when the next part will be, probably when I have sorted out what I’m going to turn this into. I do have some ideas but I also have far too many ideas for other fics I want to write. Please forgive me aha. Anyway I know  @dcriojas8​ wanted me to tag them for this so here you go <3 I really am sorry that it is so short. I hope you enjoy. 

 Parts One and Two 

Potter’s arrival was signalled to him by one of his many staff at exactly 10:30am on Monday morning. Draco stepped out of his lab, removed his lab robes, gloves and goggles and headed into his office. He sat down in his office chair and pulled out the slip Potter needed from his left drawer. He had yet to sign it.

The door to his office flew open, and Potter caught it just in time before it hit the already dented wall behind. He smiled as if this was a huge achievement and Draco rolled his eyes.

“Oh do come in Potter, thanks ever so for knocking” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. He had to ooze arrogance or he knew Potter would have the upper hand in this meeting and he couldn’t have that.

Potter rolled his eyes, shutting the door behind him. Draco allowed himself a quick second to sweep his eyes over the man he had known since childhood. Black tight fitted robes suited Potter in a way they never would anyone else.

The way Potter’s muscular but agile body moved was ridiculously attractive and unfair. It wasn’t helped by the fact that Potter apparently had forgotten to shave since they last spoke and had dark stubble that Draco wanted to feel. He loved the feel of stubble on his face when kissing someone, better yet when it was between his thighs.

His thoughts stumbled to a halt however as he saw that the vicious cut that had ran from Potter’s temple to his chin was gone.

Potter must have seen where he was looking and he rubbed the back of his head “Moine sorted it out for me, you know how she is” He said and Draco just nodded. The healing salve that he had prepared would have to be used for something else, before it spoilt. He made a mental note to check if St Mungos needed anymore.

“Whoever the healer was that tended to it in the first place should go back into training” Draco said as Potter slipped into one of the chairs in front of Draco’s desk.

“My usual was busy, the healer they provided it a decent job” Potter stated shrugging his shoulders.

“Not decent enough” Draco replied.

“You almost sound like you care” Potter challenged and Draco froze. This is what he meant, Potter had a way of throwing him off his game. He didn’t even have to say anything, just turn up less marked than the last time Draco had seen him and Draco’s efforts to keep his feelings to himself came under fire.

“Almost” He said between clenched teeth.

He reached out and pulled a quill out of his makeshift quill holder, an old potions bottle, and pulled the slip of paper in front of him. He scribbled Unspeakable into the reason for needed box and signed his name.

“What you brewing today?” Potter asked, and Draco caught sight of him looking at the door that lead towards Draco’s lab.

“None of your business Potter” Draco scolded and Potter smirked, he was so strange.

“Hmmm” Was all Potter said, before he turned his green eyes back towards Draco. They stared at each other until the sound of a door closing somewhere down the hall had Draco looking back down at the slip of paper. He put his quill down.

“All done” He said, and Potter smiled at him.

“Thank you Malfoy” Potter said, making no move to get up. He scowled slightly before he opened his mouth, but he was interrupted by his wand as it started making shirll rings. He pulled it out of his holster, waved it and the noise stopped. He stood up. “I really appreciate it” He said.

“It is my job” Draco said and before he knew what he was doing he asked “What is it you actually do Potter?” Draco enquired, the slip of signed paper dangling between his index finger and middle finger.

Potter just smiled that secret smile he always did,making a move for the slip he needed to do Merlin knows what. Draco felt the familiar low simmer of arousal that seemed to be reserved for the specky git in front of him as warm fingers ghosted his before pulling the slip out of his fingers.

“That’s classified Malfoy” He said and left, closing the door silently behind him, Draco knew he had some manners.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, tipped his head back and closed his eyes. He knew he had to get back into his lab soon, or his newest batch of anti-paralysis would spoil and he really didn’t feel like stinking to high heavens for the rest of the week. He huffed and pushed himself out of his chair, time to reamerse himself into his work.

There was no sign of life when they got there, no light shone in any of the many windows and no noise was heard apart from the rustle of a raven perched in a nearby tree. It’s black eyes that weren’t quite it’s own flitted over the dark house, searching.

Crouched at the bottom of the tree was a shadow, eyes black and unmoving.  

“Two in the drawing room to the left, one in the kitchen, one in the top bedroom” Said the crouched figure, his voice distant and whispered.

Three other black robed figures moved behind him, getting into well rehearsed positions. One climbed the tree next to the raven, another ran silently towards the building, scaling the walls. The third stood next to the crouched figure, who was now standing, eyes bleeding back to green.

He unsheathed his poisoned blade. “Make this quick” Was all he said.

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For those that are wondering

I am still working on change pt 3 and study pt 2, they are coming I’ve just recently been working on other things as well as uni stuff that took longer than it should have (mostly from me procrastinating).

I do start back up tomorrow and I do have a whole research project to do and many presentations coming up, so it may take a while for me to update these. I also have a cross stitch pattern to finish for my mom which was supposed to be done by Christmas but still isn’t (again my default is procrastination) so please bear with me.

Thank you so much for being patient, I really am bad at time keeping and scheduling aha. 

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I imagined them in the IAHB style of art and wow I need more IAHB style Drarry fanart

Study Pt 2

Hey guys! It’s been a while since I posted something for my Pottercrew Snippet Series and I apologise for that but here’s part 2 of Study.  (Right click on these links and open them in a new tab cause I’m crap at linking to open to a new tab lol) 

I hope you enjoy <3 They shared an awkward walk back to the eighth year common room and separated to grab the things they needed from their rooms. Harry couldn’t quite pinpoint how he felt, just that he needed to be as quick as possible to meet Malfoy in the common room. He huffed, why did his mouth have to speak before his brain thought about it? To ask Malfoy, of all people, if he wanted to study with him.

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Love this snippet ❤📚❤

As promised @pottercrew , I definitely want more (library sexy times, perhaps?? lol 😉)

This line hit me right in the feels.

"...before a forced smile appeared on his face, the one Draco saw in all the Prophet pages."

Ugh, Harry is so used to wearing a happy mask for the benefit of those around him, and Draco keeps all the Prophet articles about him. And he won't need to wear that mask around Draco, because he'll just be truly and deservedly happy when he's with him. My heart is going to burst ❤❤❤❤

Study

So here’s my first snippet of a series I have no idea what to call but for now I’ll just tag them as pottercrewsnippetseries (long I know but I’m so unimaginative when it comes to naming things) I hope you enjoy and please, leave feedback on whether or not you like this idea!

Draco couldn’t tear his eyes away. He knew he should, he knew he should retire back to his rooms and finish the five assignments he had already started. He shouldn’t be here, in this room of happiness, surrounded by those whom he had betrayed two years previous. He quickly rubbed his sweaty palms on his trousers, trying to be subtle, but from the look Pasny gave him, he had failed.

“It will be okay Draco” She said calmly, looking out over the room from their position by the door.

“I know I just- you know” Draco rushed, looking at the far wall and not at her. He was embarrassed, embarrassed at his discomfort and that embarrassment made him mad. Part of his mind was angry, angry at himself, he should feel embarrassed after all he had done, should be feeling guilt and awkwardness, it was the least he should suffer. He caught a flash of messy hair and green eyes and his stomach clenched. He shouldn’t  be here, he should go.

“I don’t think I can do this Pans” Draco said quietly, feeling guilty about leaving her here.

“Are you sure?” Her voice was light, but he could hear the worry lacing it. He still didn’t look at her.

“Yes, I’m sorry Pans”

“Don’t worry about it Dray, I’ll be fine, Theo will be here any minute” She said reassuringly and Draco felt himself nodding. He tried to ignore the twinge his battered and frail pride gave.

“See you tomorrow for breakfast?” He asked, turning around.

“You know you will”

Draco gave her a small smiled and pushed through the door they had come in through, he knew he looked like a coward, because that’s what he was. He knew everyone in there would have seen him enter, and leave, he knew he would hear about it tomorrow, but right now he didn’t care. His mind went to the pieces of parchment on his desk in his rooms and the different titles of each one. He really needed to finish them tonight.

“Malfoy!” A voice called from behind him, and he paused mid step down the  long corridor he was walking. He knew that voice, he was so attuned to it now it was shameful. He looked back and yes, that was Harry Potter walking slowly towards him, a small smile on his lips. Draco turned the rest of the way around but didn’t look at the other man.

“Hello Potter” He said. The need he had to finish his assignments increased, his frustration growing that had nothing to do with Potter.

“You left” was all Potter said, that small smile still in place.

“I have to finish my assignments” Draco replied, surprised to not hear any of the frustration he was feeling in his tone. At Potter’s silence he gave into the urge to look at the Saviour of the Wizarding world. Two dark eyebrows were raised in what looked like surprise.

“The one’s for potions and transfig?” He asked “The ones that aren’t due in for two months?” He asked incredulously.

“Yes” Draco replied, knowing that Potter would think it was an excuse, a stupid one at that.

“So you’re leaving a party, to go and do assignments that you know you’ll ace due in in two months?” Potter asked slowly, taking a step forward each five words.    

“Yes Potter” Draco said between clenched teeth. Why did the Chosen One need everything explained to him like a ten year old?

“No other reason?”

“No!” Draco snapped and immediately regretted it, but Potter didn’t seem to mind, he just smiled.

“You sure?”

“Oh fuck off Potter” Draco sighed relaxing his shoulders “you can’t just let things be can you?”

“Nope” Potter exaggerated the p and Draco wanted to hit him. Well, he would if he had the energy. Draco didn’t know when this happened, not exactly but it had. This fragile friendship that sat between him and Potter. However, he can’t say he wasn’t surprised by Potter’s next words. “Can I come study with you?”

Draco’s eyes flew to Potter’s, checking for any sign of a joke or snide remark. There was no way Potter was serious? He knew they didn’t hate each other anymore, had even shared a few decent conversations here and there. But this was different. Why would Harry Potter want to study with him, in fact, when did Harry Potter ever study?

“What?” Draco asked, wincing at how dumb his voice sounded. Potter looked sheepish and he brought his hand to rub the back of  his neck while looking away.

“I don’t, in there” He breathed “I didn’t really want to be there either to be honest” Potter said quietly but he coughed and carried on clearer “Being around people I mean, ever since the war I just, I don’t feel comfortable” His eyes found Draco’s “Plus, there’s this voice in the back of my head that kind of sounds like Hermione constantly telling me I need to study so, you know, you’re really clever and stuff so…” He mumbled off, going quiet. His eyes kept going from the floor to Draco’s.

There was no way this was real right? Draco honestly didn’t know what to do and the fact that Potter had complimented him was something that sounded so foreign to his ears.

The other man seemed to take his silence as rejection and his shoulders fell slightly before a forced smile appeared on his face, the one that Draco saw in all the Prophet pages. “You know what, it doesn’t matter, it was stupid of me to ask in the first place, of course you wouldn’t want to study with me, at this time or in general, I’ll probably just annoy you” His voice was higher than usual. He turned to head back.

“No!” Draco said a bit too loudly and Potter started and turned back round. Draco coughed “No I mean, it’s okay, if you need help or whatever, you can study with me if, if you want I don’t mind” He honestly couldn’t believe what he was saying. But all that flew out of his mind when Potter smiled, a genuine smile that pulled Draco’s eyes to his lips.

“Great! Yeah, good” Potter said hands moving on every word.

“Okay” Draco responded, now what were they supposed to do?

“I’ll get my stuff and meet you in the common room?” Potter asked

“Yeah okay” Draco responded, Merlin this was going to be awkward.

He watched Potter walk off in the direction of their dorms and realised they would both have to walk the same way. He hesitated, what should he do?

Potter stopped and suddenly spun around, looking apologetic “Oh yeah, we walk the same way cause we have the same dorm, yeah aha awkward”

“You can say that again Potter” Draco found himself saying, and they both just stood there still, just looking at each other. It wasn’t until the door to the party slammed open that both of them snapped out of whatever the hell was going on and both started walking towards their dorms.  He took a quick peek at the dark haired man next to him and, for the first time since he came back, felt glad he had.