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Potential

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: potential | words: 192 | Rated: G

Draco is easy. Now, at least.

In a way, it was easy before, too. Easy to hate, easy to compete against. Easy to fight back— snarks, insults and all. Easy to become obsessed with.

So Harry doesn’t worry about that part. It's easy to fall fast and hard when they kiss with an all-consuming desire. When Draco places a cold hand on Harry’s face, deepening the kiss, manhandling him this way or that. Harry's skin sizzling at the touch of his fingertips. It's easy to feel his legs giving out and oh so simple to fall into his arms.

Scorpius is difficult.

His scowling eyes look furiously at Harry from his less-than-40-inch point of view every time he visits. It's difficult. He's a tiny light following Draco around, missing his mummy, and hating Harry’s guts for taking his father away from him.

Yes, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is difficult, but Harry will try. After all, he's nothing if not stubborn

And... he saw those big, pale, starlit eyes shine when Harry caught the golden snitch he'd brought last time.

Harry will try, yes, because they have potential.

Because they will be a family.

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Hi!! I really like this blog and I’ve had a scene from a fanfic stuck in my head for weeks and I still can’t find it. I don’t know if it’s drarry as professors or as 8th year students but it’s them being forced by McG. to write 10 things that have in common, and Draco writes an 11th thing saying that they are in love but harry doesn’t know it yet. Can you and your followers help me find it please?

Hello nonnie~ This sounds familiar but I can't find it either. Hope my lovely followers can help you :)

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ETA: Thank you for your help, @thereaderarchive ♥

Harmonised Consciousness by @tali-zora [E, 24k]

► This time it's a spell gone wrong in Charms that will bring our two favourite boys together.   ~ 2015.09

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My headcanon is simple: After the war, Harry, Ron, and Hermione need to be close. They need to touch, sit very close together, or take a little nap in the sun, touching. Especially after Ron was away during the war. Once he’s back, they’re inseparable.

It's a bit confusing for everyone else. The Hufflepuffs think they’re a throuple. The idea becomes popular, and even in the Ministry, people believe it.

Draco has a whole existential crisis trying to decide if he likes Harry enough to deal with Weasley and Granger on the side. It’s a mess.

But they need it like air because no one else understands how cold, scary and lonely it was. How much they had to sacrifice. How they were sure they would die

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Gentle push

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: gentle | words: 110 | Rated: G

"Hey, did you hear? Today was Malfoy's final appointment with the Aurors. He'll take a Portkey in..." He checks the clock. "One hour, to go and live with his parents in France. Forever."

"Wot?" Harry says, blinking slowly, a half-eaten sandwich in his mouth. "That's—No!" He vanishes with a loud crack.

"What are you doing, Ronald?" Hermione lifts her eyes from her book, frowning. "You know that's not true. Percy said he'll visit his mother and then come back to complete his studies as part of his sentence."

Ron shrugs, grabbing Harry's abandoned sandwich. "They needed a gentle push." He bites into it, "driving me mad, both of them."

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I love how Remus was all like "i'm too old" bc Tonks probably had to hear that a hundred times so in the end, just when he's getting into a really low mood, she just went *metamorphmagus powers activate* and suddenly she looks like she's 150 and tells him "What do you mean, young boy?" And then he can't help but laugh, but tried to hide it and continues: "And I'm too poor", and Tonks, still looking like an old lady, just throws her AUROR badge to his forehead. "I have a job. It pays well. You can- i don't know, read books at home and take care of the baby? Cook? I'm bad at it, Moody does the cooking during our missions. He's bad at it too. We eat lots of chips." Then she morphs to look like moody and yells "CONSTANT VIGILANCE! AND CHIPS!".

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Ch.60: Invitation

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Invitation (jan'21) | words: 94 | all chapters / prev / next

The paper is thick and pearlescent.

"Join us for the launch of Tori M. Greengrass' first book: Scorpius and the Little Green Dragon Who Won't Eat His Beans…" Harry reads.

The attached postcard contains a still photograph of Astoria Greengrass with a paintbrush in one hand and a postcard with an image of the book cover- a little boy in pyjamas with white blonde hair holding a small stuffed dragon with a long tail- in the other.

The cursive M in her name feels like teeth sinking into his heart to bleed him out.

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Ch.59: Prompt

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: prompt (nov'22) | words: 403 | all chapters / prev / next

When Ron opens the door, he finds Astoria sitting primly in front of the chess board, studying the pieces with a finger tapping her cheek. She looks up with big, owlish pale blue eyes.

"Morning," she says smiling brightly, standing up to nod gently at him. Ron gestures for her to sit again, and steps inside after a quick hullo. He is not in the mood for pureblood witches first thing after a tense reunion with Head Auror Robards. Also, how the hell did she get in?

"This isn't Malfoy's office anymore."

"I'm aware," she says. And then it's been 10 minutes and they are playing. She has come to pick up some of Draco's things the coward couldn't pick up himself. Ron strokes his beard, she's good at chess.

"How's Mr Potter?"

"Why'd you ask?" Ron decides to buy time, a pawn at a time.

"She frowns at his play, and he sees how her eyes trace the obvious play -his knight-. He can still play that later. She, however, plays her queen. Aggressive.

"It'll be Draco's birthday in a few weeks." Ron doesn't answer. "I'd like to invite you, as his friend."

"We aren't friends. As you know, I filed for a change of partners."

"That was rejected."

"And now we are both stuck with thrilling desk jobs until further notice". Sometimes Ron thinks he will die of boredom.

"He thinks of you as a friend, he may not say it, but you know how Draco is."

"Actually, I do not know." He moves his bishop.

She blinks, staring in between Ron and the board, she hasn't been paying attention. She frowns and stays quiet, her eyes roaming the possibilities.

Two moves later she plays castling, Ron notices the big ring on her finger.

"Do you know we aren't married?" She asks casually. "People think we are after we eloped. We do live together, naturally."

"Scandalous," he says, using all his training to look collected and not at all as if this isn't the bomb that it is. He focuses on his own hand and the gold band there.

"I don't think Mr Potter knows. You see, we are the best of friends, and Draco loves me, I love him, but sometimes sacrifices must be made… checkmate." She takes an expensive-looking envelope from her bag, addressed to Mr and Mrs Granger-Weasley, plus one. "We should play again. For real, next time."

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Ch.58: Found

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: found (oct'22) | words: 411 | all chapters / prev / next

This is the aftermath of chapter 46: Bigger than me, which can be read for context.

"You can't be here," Draco says sternly when he opens his eyes, face wet, and Potter is there by the door. He curses internally that his heart is jumping, remembering other bathrooms, and other reasons why his face was wet, but he's glad his voice isn't showing it. He closes the tap and dries his hands with his wand. Potter has said 'found you' like it was a game for them to have horrible encounters in loos. "Auror's only."

"Yes, I can see that," Potter's eyes swept over Draco's body dressed in trainee maroon. Unnerving. "So- an Auror, huh? How did that happen?"

"I wa- wa- Maroon complements my complexion," his mouth says, not confirming or denying anything. Bloody curse. Potter ineffectively tries to contain a snicker by pressing his lips together.

"Yeah, I agree. Who would have thought." He keeps his eyes fixed on him, tilting his head to the side, hair moving with him. Honestly, a haircut is due. Potter isn't in nor out, body relaxed against the door frame. He's not going anywhere or staying. The place feels like a limbo and it has Draco's nerves ending on fire.

"It was nice seeing you here, Malfoy." He will leave now, and Draco won't have to see him again, as he hasn't seen him since school two years back… or last week when he opened the Prophet. The world will be back on its axis.

Then Potter turns and speaks again. "We're having pints to celebrate Ron and the others. Wanna come?" He says it simply as if they were passing drinking invitations on a daily basis. They only drank together after 8th-year parties, but that doesn't count as drinking 'together'.

"I think blue is my colour," Draco replies quickly instead of 'no, I'm not supposed to be around' or 'What the hell, no?'

"Right," Potter's voice is suddenly cold, his eyes curse green in the dark of the room. "That's an opinion, though, not a fact or a secret. Keep it in mind when you're lying," he says, leaving with a frown and a slamming door. Draco feels trapped inside a mausoleum.

And yes, the spell only let him speak in facts or embarrassing stories. But what could be more embarrassing than saying yes to Harry Potter? Yes, I've been waiting for an invitation to be part of your group since I was eleven. Of course he wants to go, he's dying to, but he won't admit it.

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Ch.56: We fell in love in October

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: we fell in love in october♫ (oct'22) | words: 263 | all chapters / prev / next

Harry should have been drinking with his friends at the pub, instead, he was being a good friend and offered to return the restricted section books for Hermione so Ron could have some alone time with her. Best fucking friend, if you ask Harry. Hermione's books were heavy and it was his idea in the first place to "simply take the books with my cloak, Hermione. After all these years, who cares about asking Pince for permission she's not gonna grant you anyway, Hermione." Harry and his big, stupid mouth and disregard for Hogwarts rules.

Those were his thoughts when he found Malfoy asleep at the back of the library, his buzzcut blond head resting on his arms crossed over a smudged parchment. This was the first time.

"Malfoy, Oi! Malfoy!" Harry hissed, but Malfoy did not move except to turn his face away. That's when Harry noticed the beauty spot hidden in his eyelid. In all these years, he had never seen it.

The second time, Harry just wanted an excuse to be anywhere except the same pub as Ginny because the breakup had been too recent. Malfoy was sleeping again, his little mole hidden. Harry noticed he hadn't been to supper.

The third time, he left fairy cakes next to Malfoy, who skipped dinner again, and Harry decided to wait for a little while, so he sat in front of him and fell asleep some minutes later. He woke up by morning alone, his body stiff and aching. Malfoy hadn't touched the fairy cakes. Bloody rude if you ask him.

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ch. 52: Aftermath (concert 4)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Aftermath | words: 148 | all chapters / prev / next

"Stop giving me the stinky eye, I'm eating," Ron says to Harry, a spoon not quite yet in his mouth.

"You could have told me."

"I'm sorry, ok?, I'll do it from now on," Ron says nodding. "What are we talking about?"

"Malfoy!"

"Ah, of course," he rolls his eyes. He knew this was coming. He knows Harry as the back of his hand and he noticed all the glances, the "Um… so how's been partnering with Malfoy?" And "You had lunch with Malfoy? How is everything?" Or "Wow, he keeps his side of the office quite tidy. Does he make origami still?" And "Who did you invite? Someone from the office?" Honestly, someone should learn subtlety.

"He wears muggle clothes!" Harry hisses.

"Preposterous!"

"And he listens to muggle music!"

"That bastard!"

"Stop making fun of me," Harry punctuates with a soft stinging hex.

"Stop being absolutely bonkers."

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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ch. 51: Evenfall (concert 3)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Evenfall (dec 22) | words: 371 | all chapters / prev / next

If there was a doubt, it vanished quickly. Malfoy sang the songs, whistled in between, wooed and jumped and even teased Harry with sideways glances and "Do you need to be carried, Potter?" And "It's a great show, shame you can't see it from the floor." Unsufferable git, looking unbelievably gorgeous with those rosy cheeks and his hair curling at the nape with sweat. Harry was there to watch the band play, not Malfoy's arms- damn Auror training. Those arms. No, stop. That neck. No! Stop! Bad Harry! He channels Hermione's voice in his head.

Malfoy says something. "Sorry?"

"I asked if you are feeling unwell," Malfoy yells over the music, getting closer, his breath caressing Harry's ear. Shite.

"Fine," he gulps. And there was sound all around them, he knew, yet he couldn't hear a thing besides his own breathing and blood gushing to his ears.

"C'mon," Malfoy says grabbing him by the arm. "Let's get some air."

"I'm fine," Harry repeats tightly.

"It's my duty as an Auror to protect our mighty Saviour," he says into his ear. Harry was going to kill Malfoy, Ron would understand.

They walk outside, nodding at the punter, it was quite stuffy inside. Malfoy rests his long body against the wall. Bloody hell.

"Feeling better? Potter? Where are you going?"

Harry needs to walk away because his head is a mess and it's not normal, under any circumstance, to find Malfoy fit. Or bloody gorgeous. It's Malfoy! He's all pointed and washed out! And… MALFOY-ISH!

Malfoy presses a hand on his shoulder to stop him, a warm weight. Harry's gone crazy! He needs to date. He's still afraid of gay muggle bars from when he was photographed kissing a muggle.

"Potter?"

"You are so bloody annoying! You are everywhere! Even my own home!"

"Excuse me for being your friend's partner! Believe it or not, I didn't choose it! Why are you so pale? Are you having a panic attack?"

"I am not!" Harry yells, but yeah, he probably is.

"Let's go. I'll apparate you home."

"NO! I'm NOT taking you home!" Harry panicked, feeling himself getting red and hot.

"I am taking you home," Draco hisses back losing his patience. "To Granger-Weasley's place."

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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ch. 50: Incoherent (concert 2)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Incoherent (jan 23) | words: 154 | all chapters / prev / next

Malfoy is startled, giving a quick glance around to regain his composure.

"Same as everybody else here, I suppose, waiting for the band."

"You are waiting for a muggle band wearing- looking- drinking- looking-" Harry is sure he makes sense in his mind but his mouth isn't cooperating, so he waves a hand up and down trying to explain what his mouth is clearly not able to. Malfoy frowns taking offence, Harry knows because he has observed him enough during the years.

"I happen to enjoy the Arctic Monkeys. And what's wrong with the way I look? I know for a fact this is a proper muggle attire for the occasion," he whispers angrily.

"Proper muggle attire," Harry scoffs. Ponce, being here looking all bloody hell-, looking like that! The lights went off startling Harry, the crowd cheered, pushing them closer.

Who does he think he is? With what right does he- bloody hell!

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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ch. 49: Different (concert 1)

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Different (jan 23) | words: 229 | all chapters / prev / next

Harry was expecting a good time, being anonymous in the warm crowd of a concert in a small venue. Okay, maybe meeting someone. It's a concert for god sake, people's spirits are uplifted and there are always beers around.

He was not expecting Malfoy's blond head, taller than others, against one of the pillars with a beer in his hand. A muggle beer, for Merlin's sake. AND Muggle clothes! Black jeans and a white shirt with the band's name! This means Malfoy listens to muggle music. That means Malfoy goes around looking like- like that! Unbelievable.

Malfoy! Everywhere! At the weekend conversations with Ron and Hermione! At birthday parties! And in his shop buying eclairs, but that one was Harry's fault, he offered first. And of course in the street and the bank, and Quidditch games. But- but he usually wears robes or a black suit. The stupid Auror robes! He never looks like- like that! Never jeans and a sleeveless shirt, and were his arms always like that? No, they didn't, he was scrawny, right? Are those arms the result of Auror training? He's thin and defined and Harry will ignore him, he will walk to the other side of the room and enjoy the band ignoring Malfoy.

"What are you up to, Malfoy?" Harry says standing next to him, five minutes later. Or three, but who's counting?

Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4

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Spiders

• for @romionemicrofic prompt: Beginnings | words: 623 | Rated: G

Ron had an awful day. The worst. One of those days that make him question every decision and road he took to get to this point in his life. Two young siblings died in crossfire in battle after an (allegedly) routine stakeout. Moreover, Harry was hurt, Robards scold them for impulsiveness and threatened to separate their partnership, and he hasn't eaten all day. He is a mess, tired, aching and wants to cry.

He enters Harry's hospital room and crashes on the chair. Harry is asleep, and Ron rests his head on the bed beside his best friend's hand. Quick steps are heard followed by a bang on the door that's opened before Ron can muster the strength to raise his head and Hermione is there, gaping and dropping all the papers, files and books in her hands.

"Harry? Ron, is he-?"

"He's fine, asleep under potions, the healers said he needs rest," he says waving his wand and summoning all Hermione's things to stack them neatly on the bedside table.

"Oh... fucking hell," she says starting, "I was scared shitless thinking you both were..." she waves a hand. Ron snorts at her swearing and lifts himself to kiss her on the forehead and lets her sit next to Harry to give her the opportunity to check on him herself.

"Just resting. Did you eat anything today?"

"Oh- um, no, I don't think so. There is this problem with- argh- the Wizengamot is opposing the-I've been in reunions all day and-" she stutters when her mind is quicker than her mouth, Ron smiles.

"I'll get you something, wait here," he says taking his robes from the back of the chair and putting them on.

"Ronald, don't move."

He doesn't have time to react before she's slapping him on the shoulder. It hurts. Ron has always suspected that carrying so many books was an exercise for her, she's surprisingly strong.

"What the- Hermione!"

"Spider," she says apologetically, showing him her palm with a crushed spider.

"Oh," he takes her hand and looks at it for a minute.

Two siblings died. Harry is hurt. Hermione hasn't eaten all day. He wants to cry, he is tired and hungry and the world feels too fucking heavy tonight over his shoulders and a bloody spider finds a way into his robes... but Hermione has his back.

"Marry me," he whispers.

"What-"

"I want to begin every day knowing you will be there to kill all the spiders that threaten me and I want you to know I'll be there to remind you to eat for eternity. And I want to know I'll see your face after Harry and I do something stupid. It's not the best proposal and I don't have a ring but I'll do better later- I just- I love you. You know that, don't you?"

Hermione kisses him, both palms on his cheeks, he's curved and she's on tiptoes.

"This is perfect. Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you. I love you, too."

They kiss again, smiling with tear-wet faces. Ron grimaces.

"You- you did clean your spider-splattered hand before touching me, right?" He asks, trying to keep his cool. The key word is 'trying'.

"Um," she said, twitching her lip. "Remember you love me, you said it just now!"

"Hermione!"

"You can't change your mind!" She says casting a scourgify over his face and her own hand. It tingles.

"Are you crying? Am I dead?" Harry asks groggily.

"Not tonight, mate," Ron smiles.

"Cool," Harry says closing his eyes.

"You'll be my best mate."

"-ready am?" Harry says, voice drawing slowly, falling asleep again.

"We'll tell him tomorrow," Hermione says, hugging Ron's middle. 

Ron kisses her head, "I'll get us something to eat".

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ch. 47: Evidence

• for @drarrymicrofic​ prompt: Evidence (august’22) | words: 732 | Rating: M | all chapters / prev / next

This is the continuation of ch. 40 (rating: E).

"I need evidence, Potter," Draco says, tapping a forefinger to the side of his white wine glass.

Draco is an arsehole. Harry downs his drink and walks to the gardens, not looking back until he reaches the gazebo. "You better have the strongest notice me not in place," he mutters as he unbuttons his robes.

"I'm an Auror, Potter. I can manage a simple spell."

Harry lets the robes slide from his shoulders, feeling the air sizzle on contact with his skin, achingly hot now only covered by the burgundy thong with a golden snitch embroidery at the centre, poking with the growing of Harry's leaking cock.

Draco's tongue peeks from his lips, nostrils flaring, skin flushed. It makes heat pool in Harry's stomach.

"Enough evidence for you?"

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I was going to post “Colour me in” prologue (the last part of my Let us take this to the end series, you know, Harry cheated, Draco left him, everyone hates Harry... etc.) just to... push myself to finally post it and finish it but then- I know myself, I know I won’t post a new chapter in months and what’s the point, really?