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It is one of these fanfics where Draco is not allowed to use his wand because of what he did in the war (for a certain time) and Harry is the one safe keeping it. Draco just wanted to twiddle with it to pass the time.

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Pre Part 2. What does the mirror show?

Ok, mb this way it's gonna work.

Idk, still trying to get used to Tumbler and figure out how to post here and post out in common somewhere.

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Part 1. What does the mirror show?

Can’t post here a second part, so I think it will be somewhere else~

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Drarry Microfic: Steal & Expect

“Draco, hand it over,” Auror Potter said to his nuisance of a husband who’d snuck contraband from his office yet again.

“Not in a million years!” Expert Potions Advisor Malfoy quipped, pettily holding the bottle up and out of Harry's reach.

“You stole it, you can't keep it!”

“Borrowed,” Draco tutted, "I'm not planning to keep it, darling, don't worry your cute, messy head.”

“Cu—flattery won't get you out of it this time!”

“I'm going to analyse and reverse-potioneer this sample and—Give that back you little shit!”

Harry had wand- and wordlessly Acciod the bottle into his hand and was bolting out of Draco's workshop and up the stairs.

“You don't even know if this works!” Harry shouted, Draco hot on his tracks as he used the banister to dash down the hallway.

“And I won't find out unless—Potter, no! No!”

“Yes,” Harry said, chin up, wiping the creamy pink liquid off his lips.

“You just downed an entire bottle of an experimental fertility potion.”

“What did you expect? The sample was meant to be destroyed, anyway.” Harry unceremoniously dropped the empty bottle onto the plush carpet in front of their bed. “Now breed me, you thieving sack of recessive traits.”

— written for the @drarrymicrofic prompts ‘steal’ and ‘expect’, since I missed writing one last week

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Brave

Drabble for @drarrymicrofic. 50 words. AO3.

It was synonymous with Harry's name.

Was he, when he woke up sweating, nightmares of the closet? When he sat by front doors, on edge? When he wept?

He only believed it when Draco held him close at night, whispering into his hair, "You're so brave, darling. My brave love."

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Happy Birthday Harry

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE WORLD’S MOST PATIENT MAN

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Subby top Blaise Zabini

Can anyone see the vision??

Tell me you see the vison

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written for @drarrymicrofic prompts inhale + ground wc: 72 | no warnings

Whatever Harry had imagined living with Draco would be like, it wasn't this. They sit in the living room on the ground, surrounded by pillows and blankets, soft orbs of Lumos float around them like fireflies. 

He lets his head fall onto Draco's shoulder, feeling his arms come around him, squeezing reassuringly. 

He inhales deeply. Draco smells like lavender, warm cotton and the apple slices they shared earlier. He smells like home. 

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can I say if draco has a nightmare he sticks his head under Harry’s hoodie and sticks his legs into Harry’s pjs (while he’s wearing them mind you) to be closer to him

like it is now a hoodie n pjs that both harry AND draco are wearing.

drarry cuddle headcanons?

they take turns being the little spoon depending on who had the worst nightmare

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for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: brave. 170 words.

“What do you think of Albus Severus?”

“Absolutely not.”

“What? Why?”

“We’re not naming our kid after Dumbledore, Harry.”

“Okay, but you didn’t say no to Severus.”

“Of course not, he was my godfather. Wait, why would you want to name our son after Severus? Didn’t you hate him the whole time you knew him? Aside from the - what - eighty-seven seconds that it took him to die?”

“I- You- That’s just-“

“Completely true?”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to say it like that.”

“Sorry, darling. Just calling it like it is.”

“Okay, well…Knowing what I do now, I consider him to be one of the bravest people I’ve ever known. I just wish I hadn’t figured it out too late…And he meant so much to you.”

“That’s actually very sweet.”

“I try. So if we’re not naming him Albus, what other names did you have in mind?”

“What about Scorpius?”

“Scorpius Severus? Merlin, our kid would be destined from birth to be a Slytherin.”

“He better.”

“We’ll work on it.”

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"did i tell u this already?" we are in a timeloop and i am in love with u tell me again

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Draco denies being whipped but he so is.

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You will follow in your father's footsteps And please your mother, too You will wed the youngest Greengrass girl Fulfil the ritual: old, borrowed, blue

You will twine your magic, bonded And upon her, get an heir— Each night, turning restless (Will it always feel unfair?)

Seasons pass, a dozen turns— Time, the eternal wheel Each step you take, a dance long planned— Your dreams long brought to heel

But then across the platform Your eyes will catch like thorn On a messy head; on bottle green— You will breathe as if reborn

If you were a braver man You would reach out to him then But it will take far longer still Before you call him friend

Seasons pass, a dozen more, Your sons both fully grown A postcard from your wife arrives: Darling, I've always known

And so there'll be nothing for it Except for you to go And knock upon a townhouse door To see if something more can grow

And suddenly, there he'll be, Harry, is all you'll say Then he'll pull you in one-handed And ask you, wordlessly, to stay.

Brave @drarrymicrofic [185 words + g rated, older drarry, future tense, arranged marriage and pureblood culture]

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written for @drarrymicrofic prompt: wound wc: 120 | content warning for mentions of injury

Warm hands gently press on Draco's flanks, fingers ghost over his ribs, up his chest. 

His eyes flutter open. 

"Potter? What are you doing?"

Potter's green eyes pierce him intensely, his fingers now probing the back of his neck. Draco's skin tingles and warms wherever Potter has touched him. 

"Checking for more wounds."

Just now Draco realizes where he is. St Mungo's. Figures. 

There's a bandage wrapped tightly around his right shoulder and a pressure around his head indicates there might be another one. 

"So, Healer Potter," Draco drawls slowly. Potter stops tracing his jawline and cheekbones to look at him properly. "Isn't there a spell to check for injuries?" 

"Yes," Potter says and touches his thumb to Draco's lips. 

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they danced

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me looking at my imaginary audience as i click on a fic about the same ship in a slightly different situation for the millionth time