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sonybees · 3 years

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random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag

and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

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kylopen · 4 years

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Dating an ‘edgy’ girl

(House neutral)

Warnings: I have a tendency to swear

Read the Marauders era version here

Includes: Draco, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Luna, Fred, George and Neville.

I can’t add a “read more” thing for some reason I’ve tried many times so idk sorry

Draco:

* You both meet when he bumps into you in hogsmeade.

* He fully hits you with that “who the fuck do you think you a—“

* Then he slowly looks up to find a girl, drenched in black clothes.

* “You what?”

* Suddenly, he’s lowkey a bit intimidated.

* He tries not to let that show.

* “You... you heard me”

* “And who even are you?”

* He was shocked and embarrassed that someone like you didn’t know who he was.

* (You definitely knew who he was)

* After that first meeting he was beyond intrigued.

* He began to try the most stupid things to get your attention.

* This would include throwing things in your direction.

* Until one day, he hits you with a small pocket book, to which you replied with a swift punch to the stomach.

* Okay but why did that turn him on

* He would take on a nicer approach after that, sending you notes in the shape of things he knew you loved, like your favourite bird or flower.

* You were sure he was just messing with you.

* “What do you even want Malfoy?”

* He plucks up enough courage to finally say it

* “You”

* He loves your confidence and how unafraid you are to be yourself.

* You hit him with the “I’ll think about it” which leaves him stunned.

* Of course you actually wanted him too, you just wouldn’t give him what he wanted so easily.

* That’s pretty much how your whole relationship went

* You would try your hardest not to give Draco what he wanted so easily because honestly his little whines and groans when he doesn’t get what he wants are so cute.

* Some people expected your relationship, others didn’t.

* Lucius straight out doesn’t like you. Narcissa on the other hand, often likes to take you shopping or to tea, she loves how happy you make her son.

* Not to mention your similar taste in style.

Harry:

* “I made a friend today” Luna would tell harry.

* “That’s very nice Luna” Harry chalked it up to an imaginary person

* But then you joined them. A very real girl.

* A very beautiful girl.

* He automatically expected you to be rude, based on how you were dressed but as soon as you started conversing with Luna...

* Heart eyes.

* You spoke so kindly and you were so sweet.

* You ask for his name, despite knowing it already because he was probably sick of hearing “you’re Harry Potter!”

* And he knew it.

* That just made his little heart melt.

* You would be whining about potions being difficult when he whips out the:

* “I’m pretty good at potions... I can tutor you if you like”

* Hermione would roll her eyes knowing that he was only good because of the “half blood prince’s” book.

* You spend quite a few evenings in the gryffindor common room studying.

* You finally pass a potions exam, giving Harry a sweet kiss on the cheek, leaving behind a dark lipstick print.

* He honestly loved the mark you left.

* It was something he adored more when you finally start dating.

* Black/Purple/red lipstick stains everywhere.

* People really didn’t expect the chosen one to choose someone so... dark and edgy...

* People would try to convince Harry that maybe you weren’t the one for him.

* He’d get super mad at those comments.

* Fred and George would make constant sex jokes about the two of you.

* “Been tied up lately Harry?”

* “Rough night?”

* He’d look at you pleadingly but you’d just lean back with a big old smirk on your face.

* It was quite amusing to watch him get flustered over the thought of any of that stuff happening

* Remus was the one to tell you that Lily would have absolutely loved you.

* That meant the world to you and Harry.

Ron:

* You meet Ron when he is running down the hallway and smacks straight into you.

* You go into full rage and the poor boy just stands there.

* His lip quivers in fear and your face softens.

* “Sorry I’m just having a shit day and you spilt my sweets” you pout, pointing to the sweets scattered around the concrete floor.

* “I- I’m really sorry...”

* He gets a proper look at you

* And boy does he love what he sees.

* Like, you look so fucking awesome to him.

* “Maybe... I mean... if you want... I have a stash... back at my dorm... if you maybe wanted to come eat”

* He would be delighted to find out there’s a childish side under all those black clothes.

* He asks you out suddenly when you meet him looking good as fuck.

* Not that you normally didn’t look good but you had obviously put more effort into your daily look and he couldn’t help himself.

* When you started dating people were beyond shocked.

* Molly was fairly apprehensive when she first saw you walking with her son

* But then she saw the two of you interact with each other and realised it was perfect.

Hermione:

* you meet in the library.

* Some Slytherins knocked over her pile of books on purpose and you come to her aid.

* She doesn’t look up, too embarrassed to face whoever was helping her.

* When she finally faces her saviour her heart: thump thump thump.

* She’s instantly captivated.

* You notice her flustered movements and red tinted cheeks.

* UwU

* “Would you like something done about them? I have a few pranks up my sleeve” you ask

* “T-They’re not worth it anyways it’s fine”

* She takes the moment to scan you fully, the healed boots, the choker.

* Wow

* She stands abruptly, muttering a thank you before scurrying off.

* Not without a flirtatious comment from you “if you’re really thankful Granger, maybe you can eat lunch with me some time” you’d wink and she’d walk away faster.

* Naturally, Hermione was too nervous to even attempt to get you to eat with her

* So you took matters into your own hands, strolling over casually, sitting yourself down next to her.

* “Hey Granger” you’d smile and rest your head on your hand, admiring her flustered face.

* The others would look at the two of you questionably, unsure as to what’s going on.

* She would love hate how you managed to make her so flustered so easily.

* Your personalities blended so well, you would make sure Hermione doesn’t overwork herself and she would make sure you don’t take too much time off.

* When you both finally start dating Hermione would constantly be staring at you.

* Like I mean to the point you distract her from working.

* “Like what you see Granger?”

* “Oh shut up”

* “Make me”

* Her parents absolutely adore you, being muggle born you fit in very easily with her and her family.

Luna:

* you noticed Neville ask Ginny to the Yule Ball at dinner.

* you focus your attention the cute blonde beside them.

* And then you hear some of the other third year girls making comments and joking about Luna being too weird to be asked to go to the ball.

* Third years were only allowed to go if asked by an upperclassman.

* So you slid into the seat next to her.

* The girls quiet down for a moment and you take your chance to ask her.

* “Wanna be my date to the ball?”

* The other girls make comments on your dark outfit choices.

* “I would love to accompany you... but you don’t have to ask me just because Ginny is going”

* You notice the girls snicker and mention something about you both looking odd and “made for each other”

* Luna would hold your hand to stop you doing anything.

* Because honestly, she loved how different you both were. It just meant you could both be yourselves around each other.

* She wore a beautiful dress. It spilled to the floor around her feet, a gorgeous blue and around her neck, a peacock collar, feathers and all.

* Her hair was swept up into a bun, loose curls falling down around her neck and face

* Time stopped for the both of you.

* Your black dress with the long lace sleeves.

* You both couldn’t look more different yet so made for each other as you walk arm in arm into the hall.

* Xenophilius would be beyond happy when Luna would describe you too him.

* Seeing his daughters face light up was more than enough.

Fred:

* You meet Fred when he loses control of his broom during quidditch practice.

* He flew directly into you, falling on your body.

* “Fuuuuuck” you groan in pain, eyes screwed shut.

* Fred doesn’t even get off you because he’s just awestruck.

* Like how can someone look so edgy yet so cute at the same time?

* He finally snaps out of it and helps you up.

* You vomit.

* He panics.

* And that’s how he ended up staying in the hospital wing with you until curfew.

* You talked about anything and everything.

* “So... the Yule ball is coming up—“ he would start.

* “I have a date”

* “O-Oh yeah sure no I mean—“

* “And he hit me with a broom the first time we met” you wiggle your eyebrows.

* He leans back, trying to be all confident and chill only for the chair to give way.

* “You’re such a dork”

* “Says you. Trying to look all intimidating but you’re a little jelly bean” he would say as he boops your nose.

* “My soul is black okay. I’m like a kidney bean not a jelly bean” you would huff and he would just swoon.

* You both began dating. No one really asked, it just kind of happened.

* The fact that you get along with George is so amazing to him, it was important you did.

* He would watch lovingly as you interact with his brother.

* “What’re you staring at?” You’d try to be intimidating all the time but Fred would just laugh and ruffle your hair.

George:

* the first time he ever meets you was during Umbridge’s reign of terror.

* Him and George are talking to a first year who was hurt by her.

* You come storming round the corner.

* For a second he thought you were going to hit him.

* And then you turn to the kid.

* “Are you okay Vince?! What did she do to you?!”

* The boys don’t know what to say.

* “Is this your brother?” They ask worriedly

* You explain that you were put in charge of the first years of your house

* Umbridge comes out with her “naughty children deserve to be punished.”

* Before George can even open his mouth you’re storming over to Umbridge, your black heeled boots making you tower over her.

* “I’ll show you a fucking punishment” and before you can do anything else George grabs you and pulls you away

* But Man, his heart was pounding.

* You were so caring yet so aggressive at the same time.

* And he loved it.

* “Close your mouth mate you’re catching flies” Fred would joke.

* You tell them you need to get the boy back to your common room and George basically screams that he’ll accompany you.

* Of course you let him.

* He tries to ask you out before you enter your dorms but he fails to build up the confidence.

* So you plant a small kiss on his cheek.

* Heart eyes as he walked back to his own dorms, hand on the cheek you kissed the whole time accompanied by a cheesy, content grin.

Neville:

* he meets you when you join Dumbledores Army.

* Shy boi

* He cannot speak when you start a conversation with him about his patronus.

* “That’s cute” you would comment.

* But when he does open his mouth:

* “Y-Youre cute. WAIT THATS NOT WHAT I MEANT”

* You laugh and because of your slightly intimidating appearance he automatically assumes you’re laughing at how stupid he is.

* But you’re actually laughing at how simply adorable he is

* You’re the one to start every conversation because he’s always too nervous to.

* That is, until Seamus slips some truth serum he stole from Snape into his juice at breakfast.

* “Sit back and watch the show”

* Hermione would automatically go nuts when she found out and try to get him out of the hall before you arrive.

* But she was too late.

* “Hi guys!”

* “Y/N, good morning youre looking beautiful as always”

* Your face heats the fuck up. You didn’t expect that to come out of Nevilles mouth.

* “So Neville, how do you feel about Y/N?” The boys would ask.

* And that’s when the truth comes loose.

* He’s still a shy boy in your relationship, but as you both become more comfortable, he begins to act on his own.

* Like, hugging you first, to holding your hand first and so on.

* Everyone is honestly so supportive of Cutie Neville and his edgy girlfriend even though it was unexpected.

* And Nevilles grandmother? She LOVES you. Which melts his heart.

#draco x reader #harry potter x reader #ron weasly x reader #hermione x reader #luna lovegood x reader #fred weasley x reader #george weasley x reader #neville longbottom x reader #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader

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tsuki-chibi · 4 years

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Harry Potter Valentine’s Fic: The Rules

Read it on AO3!

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"Harry? What are you doing still awake?"

"Waiting for Charlie."

The room brightened briefly before Ginny extinguished the tip of her wand with a flick. "It's almost 3am. Charlie owled last night to say it might be after sunrise before he touched down..."

"I know," Harry said, not moving. He was curled up on the window seat in the living room of the Burrow. The fire was banked, providing just enough light for him to be able to see Ginny's thoughtful expression. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she would put up an argument the way that Hermione had. She hadn't wanted to leave Harry down here alone, and it had finally taken Ron practically dragging her out of the room before Hermione gave up and went up to bed. That had been about two hours ago, by Harry's best guess.

"Okay," Ginny said finally. "But here." She padded across the room to a chest and opened it, pulling out a thick blanket that had doubtlessly been knitted by Mrs Weasley. It was a riot of colours, blues and purples and greens fading into yellows and oranges, but blessedly warm when she walked over and settled it around his shoulders. Harry snuggled into the blanket gratefully, not even having realized how cold he was until that moment.

"Thanks," Harry said with a small smile.

Ginny smiled back. "Good night, Harry."

"Good night." He watched her go before he turned back to the window. It wasn't snowing tonight, but the clouds were thick and heavy with the promise of an on-coming storm. Wizards were fortunate, Harry reflected, in that at least two of their ways of transportation were unaffected by snow. Travelling by Floo didn't even require stepping outside. But Charlie had said that he was coming as far as the next town by train, and then he was planning to fly the rest of the way by broom. Mrs Weasley had spent a good deal of time tutting under her breath about boys and their brooms.

But Harry could understand where Charlie was coming from. He knew from the letters that Charlie wrote that the reserve was extremely busy lately, so Charlie didn't have much of an opportunity for flying. There was nothing like a good flight to clear your head, so it made perfect sense that's how Charlie would want to start off his vacation... to Harry, anyway. Which he figured was part of the reason why he was the only one waiting up.

Then there was the other part.

His stomach twisted uncomfortably, and he pulled his knees up against his chest, draping the blanket over his cold feet. Upstairs, there was a spot for him on Ginny's floor - or so he suspected, considering that Ron and Hermione had gone upstairs after Mrs Weasley had gone to bed. But there was also another spot for him several miles away: in Draco's bed. And while Harry had been very happily claiming the latter every night for about five months now, he needed to talk to Charlie desperately before he could do so another night.

Luckily, Christmas was a convenient excuse. Draco was spending the night with his parents, but he had agreed to come to the Burrow tomorrow morning. Harry fully expected that Draco would be here no later than seven, because both Draco and Lucius usually woke up around six, and an hour was more than enough time for Lucius to be his usual self and piss Draco off to the point where Draco would leave rather than say something that would upset Narcissa. That meant Harry had - he checked his watch and sighed - about four hours to talk to Charlie first.

He rested his head against the cold glass for a moment, then straightened. Had that been a flicker of colour off in the distance? He strained his eyes, holding perfectly still, before biting back a whoop. That was definitely someone on a broom, and there would only be one person heading for the Burrow at this time of night. Harry jumped up, bringing the blanket with him as he dashed over to the door. He stopped just long enough to jam his feet into an old pair of trainers before he threw the door open and rushed outside.

Charlie was just touching down, though had Harry not known it was him he wouldn’t have recognized Charlie at all considering how heavily he was dressed. His dark blue cloak was pulled up around his face and he was wearing a hat pulled low over his forehead and ears. But that couldn't disguise the huge smile that appeared when he saw Harry, and he lifted his gloved hand in greeting.

"Hey Harry! Happy Christmas!"

"Happy Christmas," Harry said, crossing the snow towards him.

"You didn't have to wait up for me," said Charlie, tucking his broom beneath his arm.

“It was no big deal,” Harry said with a shrug. He shivered. The blanket really wasn’t enough to ward off the chill.

“Let’s get inside,” Charlie said, motioning to the door, and Harry eagerly complied. The Burrow felt wonderfully warm after just a minute outside, and he couldn’t imagine how Charlie was feeling. He stood aside and watched as Charlie shed his outerwear, hanging it all up on the pegs.

“What happened?” Harry asked, noticing a bandage Charlie’s right forearm.

“New dragon at the reserve. Bit prickly, but she’s coming around,” Charlie said. “Mum’ll sit me down to one of her lectures about finding a safer job, I’m sure.” He grinned, not looking bothered by the thought, and gave his head a toss. He’d grown his hair out, Harry realized; it wasn’t as long as Bill’s by any means, but it was long enough to be tied into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck. Something else Mrs Weasley wouldn’t be pleased about, no doubt.

“So, your work is going well?” Harry said politely.

“Harry, forgive me, but I don’t think you waited up until 3am to ask me about my work. I’m very tired, so if we could skip to whatever is bothering you that you don’t want anyone else to overhear?” Charlie’s voice was very kind, but Harry still flushed.

“I – sorry. It can wait –” Harry turned to go upstairs, inwardly berating himself, but Charlie’s hand caught his shoulder before he could take more than a few steps.

“Hey now, that’s not what I meant. I’m happy to talk to you anytime.” He chuckled. “Besides, if we wait, who knows how long it’ll be before we have a moment to ourselves? The house is stuffed to bursting right now.”

He had a point. The Burrow was big, but right now it was already stuffed with Bill, Fleur, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Harry, Charlie, and Mr and Mrs Weasley. Later this morning, Percy, Draco, Sirius, Remus, Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell were slated to show up – and there was no telling who else might wander in. Mr and Mrs Weasley prided themselves on the Burrow being a welcome space to any friends who needed it this time of year.

“If you’re sure,” Harry said, still ready to rush upstairs at the slightest suggestion that Charlie was too tired for this.

“I’m perfectly sure. Come here.” Hand still on Harry’s shoulder, Charlie towed him over to the kitchen table and made him sit. Then he started poking around the kitchen. Harry watched, not sure what Charlie was looking for, until Charlie opened a pot on the stove and made a sound of satisfaction. He grabbed two mugs and filled them, then brought one over to Harry.

“Hot chocolate?” Harry said, blinking. He’d expected tea.

“Good ol’ Mum. She knows I love a cup after I travel.” Charlie sat and looked at him expectantly. “Well?”

But now that the time to talk had come, Harry found himself tongue-tied. He fidgeted, lowering his gaze to the table as he wondered how best to explain. Charlie waited, watching him patiently, which just made Harry feel guilty. He was positive that Charlie was thinking longingly of his bed upstairs, and here Harry was keeping him up longer… Finally, he forced himself to say it.

“I think I broke the asexual rules!”

… That wasn’t how he wanted to say it.

Charlie snorted with laughter, then covered his mouth and cleared his throat. “Err, what’s that now?”

“I… um…” Harry mumbled, so embarrassed the tips of his ears were burning.

“Harry, my lad, you know there are no rules that you can really break,” Charlie said gently. “We’ve talked about this; there are no asexual Aurors who are going to break the door down. Just tell me what happened.”

Right. Harry could do that. He stared harder at the table and said, “I think… I mean, I’ve been dating Draco and it’s going well… really well. I-I love him.” He suspected that wasn’t surprising news to Charlie. It certainly hadn’t been to anyone else. Even Ron had greeted that pronouncement with a weary resignation, like it was something he had long ago got used to.

“That’s good. I’m happy for you,” Charlie said sincerely, as Harry had known he would: he’d already told Charlie as much in his letters. Charlie and the twins had been the most accepting by far.

“But lately I… I realized…” Harry clenched his hands into fists. “I think I’m attracted to him.” He blurted out the second bit and hunched his shoulders.

Charlie was quiet for a moment, then he said, “You mean sexually?”

Still not daring to look, Harry nodded miserably. He couldn’t even quantify how long he’d been feeling this way, but he thought it might have been a month or two: it had hit him suddenly last week, when Draco got out of bed naked and stopped to stretch right in the middle of a patch of sunlight. The golden light had lit up the panes of his body, making him look like a god, and Harry had felt a surge of lust so strong it nearly knocked him off his feet.

It had freaked him out big time. Harry had never felt anything like that before. It was the first time in his life he could honestly say he wanted to have sex with someone. He wanted to have sex with Draco. He was sexually attracted to Draco! And had been for some time, though he hadn’t realized that what he was feeling was sexual attraction until that stretch.

Now he didn’t know what to do. Back in his seventh year, when Charlie had pulled him aside for a chat right before Bill’s and Fleur’s wedding, the whole world had opened up. Suddenly, Harry had a label for himself that made sense and explained why he wasn’t sexually attracted to anyone. Romantically, well. That was a whole different story, as in the months following the war, he’d fallen head over heels for Draco.

Sex had never been a big deal for them. Harry still liked sex; it made him feel good and he liked making Draco feel good too. They did it once or twice a week, depending on their busy and varying schedules. But he had never wanted it before with a specific person. He’d never wanted to pin Draco down and do things to him. It was honestly a little scary to suddenly feel this way.

“And that’s bad,” Charlie prompted when the silence had stretched without either of them speaking.

“Well, yeah! I’m asexual! I’m not supposed to feel this way!” Harry said shrilly.

Charlie snorted again. “Oh, Harry. There are no rules about this sort of thing.”

“But you said –”

“I know. I know what I said,” Charlie said. He shifted, and finally Harry looked up at him. Charlie was smiling as he added, “Sexuality can be fluid. Some people go their whole lives relatively set in their ways, but others can change. It happens.”

Harry chewed his lower lip, mulling that over. He supposed it made sense, but… “But… then I can’t be asexual, right?”

“Well, technically no,” Charlie admitted. “You can keep using that label if you want to, but honestly it sounds more like you might demisexual.”

“Demisexual,” Harry repeated.

“Yeah. I have a friend like that. They don’t feel sexual attraction unless they form a strong emotional connection with someone. For them, that’s not limited to romantic relationships. They’ve been attracted to friends before too. But for you, it could be more limited because there’s so few people that you really trust.” Charlie lifted his mug and sipped at it, watching Harry with shrewd eyes.

He had a point. Harry’s circle of friends hadn’t widened much in the years since the war. It didn’t help that in the end, he had foregone Auror training and decided to take up the mantle of the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. So, he saw the same people – his fellow professors – on a regular basis, and you weren’t really allowed to be friends with students, so his scope was limited.

Draco was really the first person Harry had ever seriously dated. There had been Cho, but that hadn’t ever gone anywhere. He’d dated Ginny briefly post-war, but both had been too damaged to really make a go of it, and now Ginny was happily dating Luna. There had been a couple of other women after Ginny, but no one that really made Harry feel anything close to what Draco did. Enemies or not, he could never deny that Draco had always inspired feelings of passion.

And he did trust Draco. More than he had ever trusted anyone except for Ron, Hermione and Sirius, to be honest. Enough so that Harry had started to talk about what had happened during the war, including things that he had never told anyone. He drummed his fingers on the table, thinking about the way Draco would hold his hands during those moments, and the way that Draco always seemed to know exactly when Harry needed a hug or when he didn’t want to be touched at all – often before Harry himself even realized.

“I love him,” Harry said again in a tiny voice. “I love him a lot. So that’s why…?”

“It’s my best guess. Harry, listen.” Charlie leaned forward. “I wouldn’t let this freak you out too much, okay? You and Draco have a really good thing going on. I can see how happy you make each other. As long as he keeps making you happy, that’s what you should be focusing on.”

“Right.” Harry took a deep breath, feeling the knot in his chest loosen some. “Do you think I was always demisexual and didn’t know it, or was I asexual and changed?”

Charlie shrugged. “I’m not sure, sorry. You’ll have to figure that one out on your own.”

That made sense. Harry leaned back in his chair and finally took a sip of his lukewarm chocolate. Demisexual. There was a name for it, for what he was feeling, and that was more of a relief than he really wanted to admit. Because if there was a name for it, he wasn’t the only person that this had happened to. He wasn’t a failure as an asexual: he was demisexual. He liked that.

“It was scary,” he said at last. “Feeling that way suddenly. I didn’t expect it.”

“Yeah, I can’t imagine.” Charlie made a face and stood up. “Just… take it slow, maybe? I hear that kind of thing can be overwhelming at first. Did you talk to Draco about it at all?”

“No. I wanted to get things clear in my own head before I told him. Knowing Draco, he’s going to take it as a huge compliment that he was the one to awaken my sexual desire.” Harry sighed and rolled his eyes as Charlie sniggered.

“Probably,” Charlie said, amused as he took his cup over to the sink. “Are you okay now?”

“I’m fine. Thanks, Charlie,” Harry said. He was surprised when Charlie came over and hugged him, but quickly sank into the hug.

“No problem, little bro,” Charlie said, ruffling Harry’s hair. Harry yelped and swatted at him, and Charlie laughed again and disappeared upstairs.

Rather than follow, Harry rinsed out his cup and went back to the couch. He curled up, feeling better now that he had spoken to Charlie. Now that he had a word for it, he’d be able to talk to Draco. And to Hermione: as soon as she heard about this, she’d be tripping over herself to do research. Harry would shortly know more about being demisexual than he’d ever wanted to know.

He didn’t mean to fall asleep but did. He only woke up when someone began to gently shake his shoulder; he opened his eyes and found himself looking into Draco’s beautiful grey eyes. Harry blinked, realizing that he could hear Ron, Luna, and Sirius laughing. A smile crept across Harry’s face and he leaned forward, wrapping his arms around Draco’s shoulders.

“Hello to you too,” Draco said, laughing.

“Mm, what time is it?” Harry asked, rubbing his nose against Draco’s neck. Much as he might tease Draco about the expense, he loved the smell of Draco’s cologne.

“Just after 6:30am,” Draco replied. “My father woke up early.”

“I’m sorry,” Harry said with an inward grimace.

“I’m not. It gave me an excuse to leave.” Draco was smirking, Harry knew. He pulled back to look and – yup. The smirk made Harry’s heart flutter, and it also made certain other parts of him interested. That was new. He’d have to get used to that.

“Can we talk tonight?” Harry whispered.

Draco’s eyebrows furrowed. “Talk? In a bad way?”

“No! In a very, very good way,” Harry said, smiling in that way that he knew Draco thought was sexy.

“Colour me intrigued,” Draco said, and was just leaning in for a kiss when -

“Harry!” Sirius yelled, descending on them. “Happy Christmas, you two!”

“Happy Christmas!” Harry said, laughing as Draco squeaked indignantly when Ginny, Hermione, and Luna all piled in on the hug. Draco was trying hard to look annoyed, but even Draco couldn’t stop himself from smiling when Ginny and Luna kissed his cheeks at the same time.

“Better now?” Ginny asked him when Draco managed to squirm free. Sirius chased after him, threatening to change into his dog form and lick Draco’s face all over. Hermione and Luna collapsed into giggles, and even Remus, standing in the doorway, started to laugh.

Harry smiled. “Much better.”

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professordrarry · 5 years

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Prompt: there’s more to a seeker than seeking

I freaking LOVED this prompt. Can I possibly use the sentence again sometime? When I’m in a less…silly mood? For now I hope you enjoy this random little minute of Draco being Draco.

Lucius was very soon going to cause Harry to become defensive. They’d been standing on Harry’s lawn for approximately twenty-five minutes, in an utter stalemate, and Harry’s patience was long since gone.

“I fail to see how that is the point,” Lucius said for the umpteenth time.

“Well, aren’t you lucky that I’m not dating you!” Harry replied, edged tone finally unleashing itself over the continual berating.

Lucius’ eyebrow lifted in a way that was nothing at all like his son’s; he had none of the warmth and humour that came from Narcissa. Instead of being sexy and mysterious, or wry and mocking, Lucius’ eyebrow attempted to judge your soul from where it stood and always found you wanting.

“I will remind you,” he said cooly, “That right now, Mr Potter, you are dating no one.”

Harry took a deep breath. They’d been over this.

“I am very much aware of that, Malfoy,” he growled. “And that will remain the case until Draco apologises.”

“Then you’ve lost him,” Lucius sighed.

“And why do you care!” Harry shouted, throwing his hands into the quickly darkening sky and begging anyone, everyone, for a bloody answer. “Last I checked, you weren’t exactly a fan of Draco dating a man.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Lucius clipped, the ice in his voice chilling Harry even though the night was warm. “I do not care that my son is gay. I rather more think that my issue is with who he has chosen to…bed.”

There was so much malice in his tone now that Harry, against his will, burst out laughing; Lucius really had not adapted well to the fact that all his little rancourous vocal tricks held absolutely no power now.

“If that were true,” Harry shot back, “you would not be standing here, outside my house at eight in the evening, refusing to leave.”

They squared off again, neither willing to bend or readjust or back down. Finally, Lucius took a deep breath and sighed, scrubbing his forehead.

“Potter. Draco, as you know, is…well, not proud. That’s not the right word. I would say more…obstinate than anything. Always has been. Cannot admit his own failings. It has been a problem since his childhood.”

“In case you’ve not realised it, that little trait definitely comes from your bloodline, Lucius.”

The faintest wisp of a smile crossed Malfoy’s face. “I know it,” he said, a tinge of pride behind the words. “Nonetheless, he sometimes forgets to be obstinate with a cause. As is the case now.”

“Yes, well. I’ve been known to be a bit obstinate as well.”

“Indeed,” Lucius said with that same small smile. “But I’d think a star Quidditch player such as yourself would be better at playing the game.”

Harry looked at him angrily. He had no idea what Malfoy was on about and he did not like that feeling.

“What, pray tell, does one do once they are holding the golden snitch?” He waited for a reply and finally, Harry sighed in defeat and shrugged.

“One holds onto it for dear life, until the Officiant or Score Keeper has seen it and the game is won.”

Harry sighed again, at the point of really just wanting this conversation over. “I don’t…what are you on about. Get to the point.”

“The point, young man,” Lucius simpered, “is that there is more to being a Seeker than seeking. You hold onto it until the bitter end, in order to gain the prize.”

Harry stared at him. He let the thought process through his mind. “Get off my property,” he spat.

Lucius smiled, bowed a shallow, petulant bow and walked away, his disgusting walking stick in hand.

“I really hate when that man is right,” he said to himself as he went into the flat.

The next morning was sunny and way too hot. He hated it, to be honest. He thought absently that at least it was bright enough to keep the nargles away and then laughed. Luna was on his mind again. He was immediately sad because he knew Luna would be furious with him for letting this fight go on for so long. He took a deep breath and lifted the knocker in front of him.

Draco scowled when he opened the door. “What are you doing here?” he sneered. “You made it clear the last time we spoke. I’m not going to apologize, so we’re through.”

Harry took a deep breath and didn’t rise to the occasion. “We’re going to have lunch. Come on.”

Draco startled, just as Harry had known he would. He hated not having the upper hand, not knowing what cards to play.

“I’m…I’m not dressed to…I have plans.”

“You look fine, you know you don’t have any other plans, and I’m not asking,” Harry snapped. “Let’s go.”

He forced himself to walk away before he let Draco rile him up. That would solve absolutely nothing.

They walked side by side down the high street from Draco’s flat to the tiny brasserie that was at the end of the lane. It was small and overpriced, but it was within a short walk and was also on the ‘Draco approved’ list, so Harry had decided it would do. Inside, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny all waited, a pint in front of each of them. Like a scene from a particularly predictable sitcom, they were all laughing when Harry and Draco entered, and they all abruptly stopped when they saw Draco. Draco inhaled sharply and spun to glare at Harry.

“I can’t believe you,” he whispered viciously.

“Yeah, well, I’ve spent the last two weeks not exactly believing you, so I think it makes us even don’t you? Let’s go, I’m starving.”

He walked to the table, ignoring the hesitant step Draco took toward the door. He couldn’t do anything else. Draco had to make a choice now. Harry saw the moment he made up his mind. The breath where he decided to stay. He sat gingerly at the table. At first, everyone ignored him. He sat and listened to the conversations. And yet.

When Ginny went up to get everyone another round, she brought him a pint as well and Harry slid it to him without looking at him. When their food arrived, Harry silently placed his gherkin on Draco’s plate and Draco’s tomato ended up beside Harry’s burger. They ate, discussing nothing except innocuous subjects. Finally, the plates were cleared away and the beer was gone and Hermione cleared her throat.

“Guess we can decide on pudding,” she muttered, taking the slim menu from its little stand. “I hear the tart sucre here is—”

“Look, I owe all three of you an apology,” Draco interrupted, dragging all their eyes to him at once.

Whatever he had been planning on saying fled from his mouth. Harry watched it happen; he watched about seventeen emotions scroll through his deeply reddening cheeks.

“Draco’s not so good at apologies, as you all know,” Harry murmured, taking pity on him. “It’s been made very clear, however, that—”

“Harry,” Ginny said soothingly. “We already told you, we don’t care. It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Draco whispered.

They all looked back at him again. He cleared his throat.

“It’s not fine. You’re all…you’re family and I forget, sometimes, that you all went through it all together. But. I forget because Harry is my family. So I get…defensive. And angry. And I say things. Things I don’t really mean. And I…I crossed a line.”

“So basically,” Ron said with a smirk, “you were a Slytherin?”

The three of them laughed and Harry smiled down at the table.

“W-what?” Draco said, brow furrowing in his confusion.

“We aren’t actually angry, Draco,” Hermione said patiently. “I mean, it was shitty or whatever, but you’ve said worse. And done worse. We’ve gotten over that. Or at least, we’ve learned to make our peace with the past?” Hermione shook her head and gestured at Harry. “He said we had to come.”

Draco looked murderous for a fraction of a second, then looked a little more sheepishly at Harry, who now sat with his arms folded and challenge on his face.

“You were an ass. Last time you did that, I told you that if you didn’t start apologising when you’d fucked up, this was over. I meant it.”

“We haven’t spoken. For two. Weeks. TWO WEEKS, Harry James Potter! We are engaged. I was pretty sure you were never going to see me again! I…I sent my father to try and talk to you!”

“I knew it was you,” Harry laughed with a smirk. “He was very irritating. Never do that again.”

“Yeah, okay…but the point is…the point is—”

“The point is what, Draco?” Harry challenged.

He opened his mouth as though he was going to protest more, but instead, he stood up and placed his hands flat on the table, facing them all simultaneously. “Ahem,” he began.

“Ginny. I’m sorry I told you I would curse your first born if you didn’t let me buy Pacific Avenue.” He turned slightly to the other side of the table.

“Ron. I’m sorry I cursed all your hotels so that they moved constantly to the little green squares.” He froze and looked at Harry sadly.

“And?” Harry pressed.

He sighed one more time. “And, Hermione…I’m sorry that I slowly stole all your $100 money things, spiked your tea with rum so you wouldn’t notice, and then called you a Ministry Sell Out when you won anyway,” he said all in one breath.

All four of the other people at the table burst out laughing.

“You really need to not let me play Muggle board games with you anymore,” Draco said miserably. “Even if they are the American versions you’ve borrowed from the library!”

“Agreed,” said Harry with a nod. “Though, just for the record, we only ended up not talking for two weeks because you’re a stubborn ass who refuses to a) give up his flat before we’re married and b) won’t apologise when you fuck up, even when things are stupid.”

“Yes, understood,” Draco mumbled. “What made you come over?”

“Well,” Harry said slowly. “There’s more to seeking than being a Seeker…or…something.”

They all looked at him for clarification; Harry just shrugged and stood to order a treacle tart.

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tamyourue · 5 years

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The Happiest Man on Earth

by Tamyou

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: Teen and up

Summary: "Dumbledore told me, 'The happiest man on Earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is.' So maybe it's there to help us realize what's most important to us?"

Tags: Professor Draco Malfoy, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Professor Harry Potter, Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Harry Potter, Hogwarts Professors, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Mirror of Erised, Survivor Guilt, Fluff and Angst

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The Hogwarts castle was dark and quiet as the young professor soundlessly strolled through the empty halls. He was completely silent - there was not even a whisper of his cloak, no thump of his footsteps, not a hint of breath. He had learned to move in absolute silence long ago. Once upon a time, his life depended on it, and people do say that old habits die hard.

The nightly patrols were some of Harry's favorite duties as a freshly-hired Hogwarts Professor. He loved the peaceful solitude of the empty halls; nearly completely silent aside from the soft snores coming from the sleeping portraits. The calm darkness, illuminated only by the soft orange light from occasional sconces and his own wand, granted him comfort he could scarcely find. Roaming the quiet halls as the castle slept reminded him of simpler times, of his younger days at Hogwarts as a student, when he, Ron and Hermione used to sneak out at night under his father's cloak in search of a brand new adventure.

Harry sighed softly under his breath. The Hogwarts of his childhood was gone, as were so many other things - and people - he used to have. The castle was rebuilt almost from the ground after the Great Battle was over. Harry would know - he was there amongst the rest of the volunteers to help with the repairs, as were Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna and Neville. And, surprisingly, Draco Malfoy.

Stretching his stiff shoulders - helping Hagrid relocate the Christmas trees earlier that evening was not an easy task, even though Harry had grown quite a bit during the past five years - Harry glanced around. The castle was emptier than normal - of both students and teachers, as most of its usual residents went home for the holidays. Ron and Hermione had of course offered Harry to join them, but Harry had politely declined, knowing that his two best friends had their hands full with their new baby girl. It was fine. He didn't really mind staying in the castle, he told himself. It had always been his real home, and it wasn't like there were no other teachers there to hang out with. Even alone, he was fine.

In the distance, the faint chime of the astronomy tower clock could be heard, startling Harry from his thoughts. He counted all twelve beats, smiling to himself when he realized that it was Christmas day already.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." He whispered to himself.

"Yeah, yeah, merry Christmas." Grumbled one of the portraits, a bearded old wizard in faded yellow robes who looked quite disgruntled and annoyed at being woken up. "Now hush, boy. Some of us would like to get some sleep."

"Sorry," Harry whispered with an apologetic smile, hurrying further down the hall to avoid the yellow-robed wizard's tired glare.

He shivered a little as he turned the corner and stepped onto the staircase leading towards the dungeons. It was much colder down there, and Harry pulled his thick cloak tighter around himself. He would never understand how the Slytherins could stand the winters down in the damp, drafty dungeons. Especially Malfoy, who always seemed to be so spoiled. He would have been frozen to death down there, Harry thought with an amused snort as his mind conjured the mental image of a young Draco Malfoy, sitting curled up in a large armchair as if it were a throne, wrapped in furs like the villain from that dog film Harry remembered seeing glimpses of when Dudley was in his Disney phase.

Harry glanced around again, this time self-consciously. Thinking of Malfoy always made him feel... exposed. He always felt as if someone might be watching him, that his face would somehow betray the kind of thoughts that went through his mind where Draco Malfoy was concerned.

The thing is, Harry Potter was fairly sure he was developing a crush on one Draco Malfoy, and that crush was not something he liked to admit even to himself, most days. The years since the wars did wonders for Malfoy. No longer the leafy, snotty boy he once was, Malfoy had grown up - in more ways than one - to be a very handsome young man, all lean muscles and blond hair. He had completed his Master studies the year before, and was instantly hired for the Potions teaching position by Headmistress McGonagall, who was immensly glad to be rid of Slughorn and his little clubs.

Being the only teachers at the school under thirty, Harry and Draco soon found themselves having to socialize despite their best attempts to avoid each other. At first, the hesitant, careful camaraderie that had developed between them was born out of necessity - there was after all a limit to how long Harry could spend trying to be polite to Sybill Trelawney, who'd insisted on sitting next to him during every meal so she could pretend to see death omens in his porridge. After a few agonizing meals of forced smiles and strained nods, Harry had eventually given up on pretenses, and desperately turned to his other side, where Draco Malfoy was sitting in all of his green-robed glory, staring passively at his plate and avoiding any eye contact with the rest of the teachers and student body.

At first, Malfoy was unsurprisingly suspicious about Harry's motives, and on his part, Harry was still doing his best to put old differences aside, in which he was not always successful. Their conversations were strained for a while, as they both forced themselves to talk to each other in a civillized manner and ignore seven years of rivalry. It certainly helped that Malfoy had matured quite a lot and was no longer the bigoted little snot he once was, and that Harry was doing his best to reign in his temper whenever an insult about his hair slipped into Malfoy's otherwise careful responses. Harry would never be able to tell if asked when exactly did the awkward tension between them shift into a comfortable familiarity, but nonetheless, he was grateful for the friendship he's found in Draco Malfoy.

It was just so easy to talk to him. Naturally, Malfoy was hesitant at first to talk about the war and his time with the Death Eaters, but with Harry coming down every evening to his dungeon quarters for tea and conversation, unabashedly sitting beside him on the comfortable sofa with a cheerful fire to keep them warm, it was easy to forget they were once enemies. They had a great deal of pain and memories to share between them, and they both soon found that the hurt was getting easier to carry if they only talked.

One thing Harry was sure he would never be able to talk about, however, was the fact that lately, every time Draco Malfoy had smiled at him, he felt like the giant aquid was dropping into his stomach and flipping around with careless abandon. He couldn't help it. Malfoy was always a very handsome bloke, and now that he wasn't trying to pick a fight with Harry all the time and had obviously grown out of the prejudiced worldview he had been raised with, it became extremely easy for Harry to start seeing him in a new, very attractive light.

The insults that once upon a time used to flare up his temper took on a more teasing note, and their occasional fights - because some things never change - were no longer aimed to be hurtful and vicious, but more of an affectionate banter, a back and forth battle that they both enjoyed, and if judging by the sly, amused looks Sinistra and Hooch were sending their way during meals, the other teachers did too. It didn't help Harry's growing feelings that Malfoy was always so perfectly groomed and unfairly handsome. He was always so meticulously dressed, not a hair out of place, and he smelled really nice, Harry had noticed when they sat together for tea last week, trying very hard not to blush.

Shaking his head with a scowl, Harry raised his wand again to illuminate the dark dungeon corridor. He had to stop thinking this way. Just because they were getting along these days didn't mean Malfoy would suddenly return Harry's feelings.

Harry shivered again. The dungeons were really an awful place to be in during the winter. He longed for the fire and cosy armchairs he knew still occupied the Gryffindor common room. Or maybe the tamer fire in Malfoy's quarters, the one that could always beat the chill and draft coming from the cold stone walls. Or maybe the fire from that normaly empty classroom over there, Harry perked up, hurrying towards the warm, inviting glow that was peeking from under the closed door. He knew a few of the other teachers had claimed some of the empty classrooms to use as an unofficial office. He wondered if it would be alright for him to warm up a little by one of their fires before he resumed his patrol.

The door creaked open at the lightest touch of Harry's fingers, and his gaze immediately shot to the front of the classroom, an apology already on the tip of his tongue for disturbing whoever was occupying the room.

The words died on his lips at the sight that greeted him, his eyes widening as a slow breath left his lungs. He swallowed hard, heart beating madly against his ribs as he took one step inside the room, hand sliding off the door's handle. His wand was threatening to slip from his suddenly weak grasp and Harry instinctively tightened his hold, the knuckles almost white from the pressure. He didn't even notice as his feet moved as if on their own, taking one, two steps further into the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

"It can't be," he let out a shuddering breath, feeling as if the years were falling from his body and suddenly he was eleven again, a lonely orphan in a red jumper, staring up into a mirror that held everything he could never have.

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi." Harry's lips mouthed the familiar, elegantly carved words that stretched across the top of the tall mirror. He moved forwards until he was standing right in front of it, his heart beating so fast, so hard, Harry thought it would break out of his chest any moment now.

And there they were, just as they were eleven years ago. There were his grandparents, cousins, uncles and aunts, with their knobbly knees and thick eyebrows and messy hair just like his, surrounding the two people Harry's gaze kept coming back to.

His mother, young and beautiful, with her loving smile, still brilliant and warm despite the tears that leaked from her eyes. And his father, with the same messy hair, the same jaw that Harry had now, beaming with pride that made Harry's throat feel a little tighter. They looked the same as they did when Harry first saw them in that blasted mirror, but they were not alone this time.

Next to James, healthier and happier than Harry had ever seen them, stood Sirius and Remus. They didn't look not a day older than their last day alive as they stood there with their arms slung over each other's shoulders, smiling at Harry with a kind of joy he couldn't remember ever seeing on their faces. Sirius gave a little wave of his hand when their eyes met, fingers wiggling mischieviously, and Harry had to swallow down a sob that threatened to escape his mouth.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his hand stretching out to touch the surface of the mirror. His eyes scanned the crowd that was still smiling at him, hungrily taking in the sight of Tonks with her bright pink hair. Of Cedric, who was standing right next to her, grinning at Harry with that shy, lopsided smile of his, of Lavender Brown, Mad-eye Moody, Colin Creevy... of Fred Weasley, who was standing there with a painfully familiar snowy owl perching on his arm. None of them seemed to age at all, and suddenly it dawned on Harry that he was now older than his parents ever had the chance to be. His chest felt tight. Too tight, as if to hold his heart together, to keep it from breaking. He swallowed again, but this time he could feel a tear escaping, sliding down his cheek. "I'm so sorry." Harry choked out. "I wish I could have saved you, I wish-"

"Potter?"

Harry spun around so fast it knocked the breath out of him. Eyes wide and alarmed, he quickly stepped away from the mirror and further into the room in a quick, defensive motion, his panicked gaze finding Malfoy standing at the door, looking equal parts concerned and uncomfortable. Somewhere in the back of his mind, past the haze of panic, Harry was hysterically reminded of a similiar situation taking place in a dingy bathroom, seven years ago.

"Malfoy," Harry breathed, standing straighter and trying to regain his composure. He didn't think he did a very good job, though, if the worried expression on Malfoy's face was any indication.

"Are you alright?" Draco asked, quickly crossing the room over to where Harry was standing, his hands instantly reaching to grab his shoulders. "You were crying." He said. Harry recognized that tone. It wasn't a question. It was their way of letting the other know they could talk, and that someone would be willing to listen.

And, yet, Harry still shook his head. "It's nothing. I'm fine."

"You were crying." Draco repeated, his grip on Harry's shoulders tightening as he watched the other's face carefully. "Tell me."

"It's really nothing," Harry tried again, but the look on Malfoy's face left no room for lying. He sighed, gesturing back. "It's just... this mirror," he swallowed again as he caught sight of the words on top.

Malfoy slowly released him, stepping closer to where the mirror was proudly standing, inspecting it suspiciously. "The mirror?" He asked distractedly. "What does it do?"

"Shows me my heart's greatest desire." Harry said quietly. "Shows me my parents. Family. The people who died."

Draco stood up straight as his grey eyes focused sharply on Harry, the mirror forgotten. Without a word, he took two brisk steps towards Harry, closing the distance between them and before Harry could even blink, pulled him tightly into his arms.

Harry felt his breath leaving him at once the moment he collided with Draco's chest. His pulse picked up again, his heart lodging in his throat as he breathed in, his lungs filling with Draco's scent, making his head feel fuzzy. Weakly, he moved his hands up, hesitantly allowing himself to return the hug. He tightened his hold to stop the tremble of his arms, and it took him a long moment to realize it wasn't him that was shaking.

"It wasn't your fault," Draco whispered softly into his hair, his breath tickling his ear, and this time it was Harry who shivered. "It wasn't mine. We were just children in a war. You know we were."

"I know." Harry whispered back, if only to please him.

"It wasn't your fault." Draco mumbled again with conviction, his voice on the verge of desperation, and something inside Harry cracked when he suddenly realized how stupid he was to think that Draco's feelings were any different than his own.

"I know." He said again with a voice thick with emotion.

They stayed blissfully trapped in each other's embrace for a little while longer, not willing to let go now that they had taken the step they were both dreading for weeks. Harry felt his muscles relax as the warmth from Draco's body chased the chill of the dungeons away. He couldn't help but feeling disappointed when Draco began shifting away.

"This mirror..." Draco sighed, slowly pulling away, although he kept his arms loosely around Harry's shoulders, as if reluctant to let him go, and Harry couldn't help the blush that surely was pinking his cheeks. "It's a cruel invention. Why would anyone make this?"

Harry shrugged. "Dumbledore told me, 'The happiest man on Earth would look into the mirror and see only himself, exactly as he is.' So maybe it's there to help us realize what's most important to us?"

Draco frowned. "Perhaps," He agreed doubtingly. "Either way, we're leaving, and we're locking this door behind us. Tomorrow I'll talk to McGonagall about getting rid of this."

Harry nodded reluctantly, giving the mirror one last longing glance. "I can't come with you, though. I still have my patrols to finish."

Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're done for tonight." He said firmly. "Now come with me, as you are obviously in need of some hot tea and a good talk."

Harry snorted. Draco could be such a mother hen sometimes. Not that Harry would ever say that out loud. He did value his life, after all. "Alright," he conceded, offering Draco a soft smile. "Tea and good company does sound brilliant. I'm freezing."

"Well, maybe I could warm you up." Draco smirked in what he surely believed was smug confidence, but Harry, his own face still burning from the implication and the hug, could see the faint blush that was staining Draco's pale face.

"Well, maybe you could." Harry smirked back. He pulled his cloak tighter, then moved closer to Draco and slipped his hand into his, leading him towards the door. When they passed by the mirror, however, Harry stopped, taking a step back and then closer, the hand holding Draco's stretching as the taller man stayed standing on his spot.

"Oh."

"What is it?" Draco asked worriedly, watching Harry's curious expression. Harry turned his head, his hand squeezing Draco's when their eyes met.

"The mirror," Harry said, and the soft smile of pure happiness on his face took Draco's breath away. "It's different."

"Different?"

"You're in there now, too."

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A small Drarry drabble about babies in coffee shops

Harry pushed open the door to the muggle coffee shop, the winter-cooled door handle chilling his fingers. The warmth of the cafe was a welcome break from the biting cold outside, and Harry rubbed his hands together gratefully as he joined the long queue for a hot drink.

A cry from Harry’s left attracted his attention and he watched as a baby girl reached towards her mother, her small hands opening and closing in an attempt to grab her baby bottle. When it was passed to her, she smiled contently, short fingers wrapping around the sides of what Harry was sure was a blissfully warm bottle. As Harry looked on in mild envy, his own fingers slightly numb from the frigid weather, the baby began drinking, eyes darting around as she did. Before long, they landed on something not too far in front of her, and her mouth let go of the bottle to curl into a smile, then burst out in a full-blown giggle.

Harry smiled softly—he loved children. He followed the girl’s line of sight to see that she was laughing at—

Harry froze. Malfoy. She was laughing at Malfoy, who was standing near the front of the queue. Malfoy, whom Harry had exchanged barely five sentences with after working together in the same Ministry department for years. Malfoy, who seemed to be able to entertain babies just by queuing for coffee.

A conflicting wave of emotions washed over Harry. He’d told himself time and time again that Malfoy was a dick—what sort of decent person wouldn’t even make small talk in the break room with someone they went to school with for eight years? Granted, they weren’t exactly friends in Hogwarts, but Malfoy chatted with Neville and Luna all the time. Hell, Harry had even seen him with Hermione in her office discussing potion brewing techniques before. However, whenever Harry walked into a room Malfoy happened to be in, the man always seemed to have a reason to leave immediately. Malfoy didn’t chat with Harry, he didn’t even talk to Harry, he avoided Harry. And whenever they met in a corridor and Malfoy had no choice but to interact with him, all he did was stalk briskly past with a nod and a clipped and formal “Potter.”

Nonetheless, even after facing all this cold behaviour from Malfoy, Harry’s heart still couldn’t help but race a little faster whenever he saw him. Ron would always groan when he caught Harry staring at Malfoy in the office—“Just ask him out for a pint already, mate!”—but Harry always dismissed him when he said that. An arse like him doesn’t deserve to be asked out, Harry would reply, and besides, Harry was pretty sure Malfoy would say no. However, if Harry was to be more truthful with himself, he’d have to admit that he was mostly scared of Malfoy rejecting him. Harry cared too much about Malfoy to be able to brush off a rejection. However, Harry didn’t like to think about how head-over-heels in love he was with his childhood nemesis, so he hid behind the excuse of Malfoy allegedly being an asshole to justify his decision not to ask Malfoy out.

But as Harry watched Malfoy glance at the baby girl, he found it hard to stand firm on his Malfoy-is-a-giant-dickhead-that-doesn’t-deserve-me-asking-him-out stance. At first, he could convince himself that Malfoy really was an arse— the baby isn’t even doing anything but he’s basically glaring at her, what a dick! However, when a small smile wormed its way onto Malfoy’s face, Harry felt his defences crumble. They were utterly demolished when Malfoy twitched his fingers in a little wave at the girl, making her gurgle happily before continuing on her milk.

Harry watched hopelessly as Malfoy continued to smile fondly at the girl before stepping forward to order his drink. His final excuse to not ask Malfoy out had just been obliterated, and all he had left with was a crush the size of the sun he couldn’t deny it anymore. Harry stared hopelessly at Malfoy, and was only shaken back to reality when the barista asked him for his order.

Harry walked to the waiting area, still looking at Malfoy, and jumped a little when grey eyes looked up to meet his. He saw surprise flit across Malfoy’s face, and noticed him tense and take a tiny step back. Instinctively acting against Malfoy’s wishes, Harry changed directions and moved to stand next to Malfoy instead.

“Potter.” Malfoy nodded stiffly as Harry arrived by his side.

“Hey. Malfoy. Didn’t expect to see you here.” Harry replied. A few beats passed before Malfoy broke the silence.

“Do you need something?” Annoyance crossed Malfoy’s face, and Harry was glad to realise that Malfoy was just as thrown off by this situation as he was. With a little more confidence, Harry responded.

“Nah, just saw you smiling and waving at the little girl over there. Cute, isn’t she?” Malfoy stiffened further, before composing himself enough to drawl out a “Bit too young and female for you, isn’t she?” Harry chuckled, but it soon grew awkward when he couldn’t think of a response.

“I’m babysitting Teddy tomorrow, want to come over and play with him?” Harry blurted, before widening his eyes in shock. Shit, did he really just say that? Malfoy pinned him with a suspicious look.

“What makes you think I want to see him?” he retorted rudely. Harry squared his shoulders defensively.

“You were literally just entertaining a random baby girl just now, don’t even try to pretend you don’t like playing with children. Besides, Teddy’s your cousin, shouldn’t you hang out with him now and then?” Malfoy averted his eyes and shrugged.

“I see Teddy now and then when Mother invites Andromeda over for tea.” Harry smirked a little at Malfoy’s evasive answer, and rallied himself with a deep breath. In for a knut, in for a galleon.

“Now and then isn’t often enough. And don’t think I didn’t catch that diversion—you didn’t say no. See you tomorrow at one at Andromeda’s place.” Malfoy glared at him as Harry’s pulse sped into overdrive. Please don’t say no, please don’t say no, please don’t—

“This doesn’t mean I have a soft spot for children.” Harry let out a relieved laugh and couldn’t help but grin.

“Whatever floats your boat. So you’re coming?”

“If you insist, Potter.” The barista called Malfoy’s name, and Draco moved forward to collect his coffee.

“Call me Harry, we’ve been working together for years now.” Draco picked up his steaming paper cup and moved away from the counter.

“Only if you call me Draco.” Harry didn’t know he could smile wider, but he did. Malfoy walked past him towards the cafe’s exit.

“See you, Draco.” Harry called out.

“Bye, Harry.”

Ahhhh this is the first piece I’ve ever written that isn’t for schoolwork or anything, but written just because I wanted to! It isn’t that long or mind-blowing lol but I’m still pretty proud of myself for finishing this, I almost never have the motivation to finish anything. Figures my first completed piece is Drarry. *shrugs*

I have quite a few other headcanons kept away, and I might write them out and turn them from a mess of bullet points into actually coherent paragraphs, we’ll see.

Anyways, thank you so much for reading till the end!! I’d really appreciate any comments you have <3

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