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***Announcing HD Hurt/Comfort Fest!***
HD Hurt/Comfort is an 18+ anonymous prompt-based fest that welcomes creations from both the angsty and fluffy ends of the trope spectrum.
This fest was born from the idea that with darkness comes light, and that with hurt comes comfort. We believe that to every yin there is a yang, that every Jekyll has a Hyde. And through this fest we hope to achieve contentment with that balance. To that end, we will encourage and accept the following submissions:
100% angst
100% fluff
A hurt/comfort combination
The main pairing for all submissions is Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter. Participants may include any side-pairings, threesomes and/or original characters, as long as the final submission is still a Drarry-centric piece.
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Can’t Spell Enemy Without Friend
Ao3
“We can’t keep doing this,” Draco whispered, head over his shoulder as it was his turn to be the lookout. “Harry’s going to catch us, and I don’t want to see his face.”
“I know,” Ron groaned, the sound muffled by his head in his hands. “Me either, but what choice do we have?”
“We could come clean,” Draco hedged, biting his lip. Merlin knew he didn’t want to do that either, but they couldn’t keep going as is. Harry was getting suspicious.
“I don’t know,” Ron grimaced. “If you think Harry will be smug, you haven’t spent enough time around Hermione.”
“No thanks,” Draco drawled. Granger might be able to hold a conversation with him, but they didn’t get along and no amount of time was going to change that. “I’ll pass. You spend enough time with your wife for the both of us.”
Ron lifted his head just to flip him off. Rude. Absolutely no decorum.
“We might be overthinking this,” Ron said.
“You’d have to use your brain in the first place to overthink.”
“Piss off,” Ron said, rolling his eyes. “I’m just saying, what if we are making this bigger than it needs to be? They might not even react.”
“After all the valid shit I’ve said about you over the years?” Draco scoffed. “No one is going to believe that we’re friends.”
“You never know, they might—wait—what do you mean valid?”
Draco smirked. “Keep up Ronald, will you?”
“Why am I friends with you?”
“My charm, obviously.”
“That’s not it.”
“My dashing good looks.”
“That’s definitely not it.”
“My sharp wit.”
“You’d have to have wit in the first place.”
Draco lapsed in maturity as his face twisted in a mockery of Ron’s words. “You think you’re clever.”
“One of us has to be.”
The day he willingly became friends with Ron was clearly a mistake. His judgment had lapsed right along with his maturity.
A shame, truly a shame.
“I can’t fucking stand you.”
Ron elbowed him in the side. “You can lie to yourself, but you aren’t fooling me. I’m your best friend.”
“You are, and that right there is a cry for help. Surely, someone will hear it and save me from you.”
Another elbow to the side had Draco contemplating poisoning Ron. The brute knew that he bruised easily and still used his bony elbows on the regular.
“You’re so damn dramatic. If I didn’t know you, I’d wonder why Harry was with you.”
Draco looked down at his hands in an attempt to hide a wince. “You did wonder that, though.”
“Yeah, but—hey,” Ron turned to Draco, all humor gone as he covered Draco’s hands with his own. “Don’t second guess yourself now. The two of you have been together for years, longer than we’ve been friends, but I know enough about you to say that your insecurities can go fuck themselves.”
Draco snorted, hating that Ron always knew how to cheer him up. “I wish it was that easy.”
“He’s going to say yes, you know.”
His heart skipped several beats. “You don’t know that.”
Ron scoffed, eyes rolling before he pinched the back of Draco’s hand. “Don’t be stupid, that’s beneath you.”
“I know,” Draco closed his eyes. “But there’s a difference in being the boyfriend to me and being the husband.”
“Harry loves you, Draco. I know it, you know it. The whole world knows it because the two of you can’t stop making out in public. Sometimes doing more than that, you nasties.”
Draco laughed, hating that it came out wet. The weight of the ring box in his pocket felt heavier than it had in the month that he’d been carrying it everywhere with him.
“What if he says no?” Draco asked, looking at Ron pleadingly. “Don’t deflect and tell me that he will. I want to know the truth. What if he says no?”
Ron’s hands tightened their hold. “Then he says no, and you reevaluate your relationship. Decide if that’s a deal breaker or not.”
Draco nodded; stomach uneasy at the idea of being rejected. He appreciated the honesty, it’s what he needed.
“Just know that I get to keep you in the breakup if he says no,” Ron said, laying his head on Draco’s shoulder.
Draco rested his head against the top of Ron’s, smiling despite everything. “He’s your best friend, he’ll want a shoulder to cry on.”
“He can keep Hermione; she has shoulders too.”
“Okay,” Draco said, taking a deep inhale. “I’ll do it.”
“Yeah?” Ron asked, head moving until he could look at Draco with eyes bright and a wide grin. “You’ll do it?”
Draco nodded, resolve strengthening, and diminishing the morose mood he had been in.
“I’m going to ask my boyfriend to marry me.”
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“Where’s Ron? He said he had to go to the loo an hour ago.”
Harry rolled his eyes, propping his feet on the table, glad that Draco wasn’t around to see it. “Off with Draco I imagine.”
Hermione’s lips quirked as she looked out the window. “How long do you think they’re going to pretend to hate each other?”
“Forever.”
“It’s been four years. They can’t think we’re stupid.”
“No,” Harry agreed, placing his hands behind his head. “I think it’s more that they think they’re that smart. That we wouldn’t have the foggiest clue that they sneak out to spend time together.”
“Idiots,” Hermione shook her head. “The both of them.”
“How long are we going to let them think we don’t know that they are friends?”
There was a mischievousness in Hermione’s eyes as she leaned forward and repeated Harry’s words.
“Forever.”
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I was responding to @wtfiswiththisplace ask for a writer ask thing. One of the questions was, ‘what’s a fic idea that you have but haven’t written yet’. So I opened my notes app where I keep my fic ideas and this idea was the first one and I got so inspired in that moment that I didn’t even read the rest. Just picked this one and the idea wouldn’t leave. So here you go! (Also I’ll respond to your ask, sorry it took so long)
#Drarry#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#Ron Weasley#Ron and Draco are secret friends#that can't admit that they are friends#because they don't want to see Harry's smug face#fluff#cute#no angst
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Written for @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt "Strawberry Blond" by Mistki. G | 350
A Bottle of Summer
The wind glazes the field, bringing along the smell of grass and wild flowers on its journey. The sky is high and blue, the kind of sky only appears in the summer. Everything seems to ring in tune with the cicadas' song.
In the car, the radio is broadcasting your favourite song. You sing along it, loud and off tune. I complain, despite secretly loving it. You sing even louder. I narrow my eyes and then I sing too, at the top of my lung. You rise your volume. By the end of the song, we are both hoarse and grinning.
I want to bottle this moment. I will keep it on the bookshelf in my office, so that whenever life wears me out, I can open it and relive this summer.
You say I'm too attached to the past. I beg to differ: if I were, I would have still hated you. But maybe you have a point. I can't seem to let go of any seconds we spend together, whether it's bad or good.
But who can blame me? Because tomorrow, next month, next summer, you may not be by my side anymore. And that thought kills me.
It could be just my insecurity. It could be the damn depression which took you months to pull me out of. Or, it could be how sometimes, you look at her for too long. I know you're imagining the life you could have with her if you didn't choose me, how easy and peaceful it would be. I'm dreaded when you will wake up and realise that I'm not worth giving up that life.
"Stop overthinking," you say, eyes on the road. It's long and sinuous.
"I'm not!" Once glance at the mirror shows me that my lie was useless: my cheeks are flaming.
You huff. "I don't know why I love how difficult you are."
I close my eyes, refusing to look at the mirror. I know my whole face is red. "You have weird taste."
"That I do," you laugh.
Maybe I don't need to buy a Pensive.
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarrymicrofic#strawberry blond#summer#car trip#road trip#mild angst#fluff#unprompted singing contest
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Drarry Fic Rec: Set Six
Dady Says by GallaPlacidia
podfic circa 3,9 hours, M
Eleven-year-old Scorpius starts writing to Harry. Harry starts to fall in love with Draco through his portrayal in his son's letters. Featuring an extremely remorseful Draco living with muggles and working at a second- hand book shop, an isolated Harry, and a Scorpius who's dreading going to Hogwarts because he knows he'll be bullied there.
Modern Love by @tackytigerfic
61,323 words, E
Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.
Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout
49,493 words, M
Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"
This set includes my favorite stories about Draco having found his place in the Muggle world and Harry being lost among wizards. All of them feature the boys running into each other a few years after the war, and Harry trying to understand this new Draco Malfoy. Surely he is up to something; why else would he be laughing with his Muggle friends and look so bloody handsome!?
Friendships are always formed first, but they fall in love every time (sorry, spoilers).
'Dad Says' is a wonderful, high-quality podfic read by Galla herself. It has a sad and lonely Harry, a charming but exiled Draco, an adorably earnest Scorpius, and a perfect dynamic between the three of them. 'Modern Love' is lovely, fun, and has many of these same ingredients, but there is also a (sexy, tall!) vicar flirting with Draco and making Harry incredibly jealous. 'Here's The Pencil, Make It Work' also features this same dynamic (sad Harry + exiled Draco = meeting in the middle), and I will honestly never tire of Draco's Muggle friends recognizing Harry Potter's stalking of Draco Malfoy as the crush that it is.
Also, all of these have incredible original characters that make up Draco's new group of friends, and Draco casually using Muggle things with Harry gaping at him. Enjoy!
#drarry#fic rec#drarry fic rec#harry potter#draco malfoy#fic reccomendations#draco x harry#drarry fic#drarry smut#drarry angst#drarry fluff#dad says#modern love#here's the pencil make it work#art by#harland miller#it was hard to choose just one of his penguin book cover canvases#they are a gold mine#i think my favorite one says 'incureable romantic seeks dirty fithy whore'#maybe i will make a set to match that premise#these tags got away from me
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Hey so I’m coming on here for some fic recs. these are some of my favourite fanfics and most are completed (will specify down below). There are from multiple fandoms so I will be sure to mention which they are in and what the general tropes are.
Private message me for links, I will be happy to send them over :)
HARRY POTTER:
Marauders era:
dirty old town by WizardGod
Regulus Black x muggle reader
Alastair Moody’s niece takes in regulus after he defects from the deatheaters
Angst >> arguing and yelling
Posh prick regulus
Fake dating
Enemies to lovers
Smut
Trauma > hurt regulus > hurt/comfort
Happy ending
Fluff
Evan Rosier being a golden retriever
Complete>> 38 chapters and 286,984 words
Golden trio era:
Oh God Not Again! by Sarah1281
Harry gets sent back in time
Decides to fuck shit up while he can
Saving some people who would have died
Running gag that his scar is psychic
Marketing off of himself
Humour
Harry and Draco are friends
Complete>> 50 chapters and 150,710 words
The Black Sparrow by TheIdeaOfSarcasm
Regulus raising Harry
Angst
Jegulus
Wolfstar
Jily (not at same time as jegulus)
No lily bashing
Dumbledore bashing
Drarry
Fluff and smut
Badass Regulus
Badass Harry
Running on air by eleventy7
Drarry
Draco has been missing for 3 years
Harry is assigned to his case
Harry falls in love with Draco through memories
Slow burn
Happy ending
Complete
Veiled by 60coyote
Dramione
Post war
Ron Weasley bashing
Met at a masquerade event
She knows who he is but he doesn’t know who she is.
She asks him to find out who she is
8th year
Brief mention of spiking and description of spiking but no one is taken advantage of
Sub!Draco / Dom!Hermione
In progress
The Trouble With Wanting by WrathOfMacy
Hermione granger x Fred Weasley
Ron Weasley bashing
Molly Weasley bashing
Cute stolen moments
Smut
Fluff
Secretly dating
In progress
As long as I am here by Sehnsucht88
Harry Potter x sister!oc
Bill Weasley x oc
Dumbledore bashing
Molly Weasley bashing
Ron Weasley bashing
Theo Nott x Harry Potter
Dramione
Harry saved from dursleys
LGBT+ friendly
Badass oc
Adopted/taken in hermione
In progress updates regularly
LUCIFER:
Our Bodies, Possessed by Light by lilaestheticsnhope
Lucifer x reader
Friends with benefits
Fake dating / undercover work
Hurt lucifer
Hurt reader
Angst
Smut
Fluff
Complete>>45 chapters and 263,535 words
MARVEL:
Harmless by shurisneakers
Bucky barnes x reader
Dr doofensmirtz and Perry vibes
She’s the inventor, he’s instructed to keep an eye on her
She’s mildly dangerous, mostly harmless
Shameless flirting
Enemies/rivals to friends to lovers
Not wanting to admit feelings
Lighthearted
Fun to read
Enjoyable to reread
Complete>> 23 chapters and 118,356 words
#ao3 fanfic#fic rec#reader insert#angst#fluff#smut#jegulus#dramione#drarry#lucifer morningstar#harry potter#marvel#bucky barnes
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Tiny snippet from imperfection, sad and a little sweet.
When Draco was twenty-one years old, he went to buy new towels.
Harry had his eye set on this purple monstrosity, extremely fluffy and very soft and terribly, horribly over-priced. Draco’s allowance hadn’t come through that month (or the one before), but more important was the uncontrollable urge to give Harry everything: anything he could want, ice-lollies and royal-blue pyjamas and another jumper, why the hell not. To spoil Harry rotten, the way he was always meant to be, to surround him with so much love he’d forget for a moment he was ever without it.
Draco wasn’t new to loving someone. Not, even, to doing so obsessively, inexorably. What was new was the look in Harry’s eyes, was being able to hold his hand in public (in—most places in the city). Was the way Harry said his name, the way his courage was stupidly infectious and his heart so big it didn’t fit in his chest, kept coming out in his smiles and in his hands, warm and soft and always generously offered.
Harry was only visiting. He didn’t, technically, live in Draco’s flat, but he didn’t, technically, have to return to Glasgow for another three weeks.
They made do with the time.
And Draco insisted that Harry must have his own things: his own bathrobe, his own pyjamas, his own toothbrush (fucking—gross, Harry!) and his own towel. Bringing them here, to the shopping centre with the terrible, tacky shop with the terrible, tacky things Harry wanted that terrible, tacky Draco would give his life to get for him.
Not in a dramatic way. In a—subdued, quiet way. In an utterly devoted, hopeless way that shouldn’t have felt nice, that still did. Everything felt nice about Harry. Everything but—
No, that wasn’t Harry’s fault, not even a little. Draco being disgusting and horrible was always meant to be kept secret. And it worked, when Harry lived in Glasgow and Draco in Oxford, it worked when they didn’t spend all their time together, but summer was long and tight and close and… and… and Draco didn’t know how to do this. To bare himself without fleeing, to give what he previously thought wasn’t in him, what couldn’t have been.
(Such as: his heart. Strange, no, that it actually belonged to him, when it never felt like it before. When it was wrapped so tight in strings upon strings, tying it to—other places, other people).
And Harry gave back. Everything Draco wanted to hand him, Harry insisted to return. To hold with care all of Draco’s sharp edges. And Draco was worried that he’d keep holding, even after Draco started to crack, and end up with hands full of shards of cutting Draco, end up—hurt.
Harry held the towel very close to his body. A bit like he worried someone might try to snatch it from him. Draco hated the people who raised him (a familiar, anchoring anger) and, out of spite, took his hand.
“Hey,” soft, like the towel. Harry looked up, his smile focusing, turning un-lost.
“Hi. Sorry. Fuck, you’re cold! C’mere.” Wrapping himself around Draco (uncaring for sharp, sharp edges). “It’s a bit expensive, though. There’s another set at half the price in—”
“Harry,” Draco said, “shut up. It’s from me.”
Meaning: it’s not enough for what I want to give you, for what I wish I could. (And Draco’s sad bank statement would be a worry for another day. He could do more hours at the book shop, if Father didn’t… if he stayed in Beijing for a little bit longer).
Harry squeezed him tighter. “You’re so sweet,” he said, and when Draco scoffed, “no, really,” and when Draco scoffed louder, “you are. You’re so—shut up, you’re maybe the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and—”
“Have you? met me, I mean. There’s not a single thing about me that’s sweet.”
“Your lips are sweet,” Harry said slyly. Draco refused to blush.
“Your hand is sweet,” Harry said, and brought it to his mouth for a chaste kiss.
“Your—”
“We’re in public, you fiend,” Draco said breathlessly, when Harry did no more than kiss the inside of his palm. Harry, being a fiend, laughed.
“God. I’m so fucking into you. It’s—come here,” drawing his face up to be kissed, not letting him shy away. Kissed the tip of his nose and his cheek and his left eyebrow. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
Draco couldn’t even attempt coherency. Outmatched, overwhelmed with the constant onslaught, Harry-Harry-Harry all the time, and so warm and so sweet and so there, for a whole week now he was there, staying for the month. What… how could Draco defend against him?
So he pushed away, rolled his eyes, hid his red-red cheeks in Harry’s shoulder and didn’t cry. Didn’t even wish to. It was very bright in the shop and the centre was overcrowded and too noisy, and inside it they were huddled together, a bubble of fluffy, purple towel, and them.
It had to be enough. This month, this—whatever Harry would give him, it had to be enough. Draco would be grateful and suffice with it, and not beg for more. And not be greedy, because greed was a punishable offence and terribly gauche and Draco was better than that, was a Malfoy, was a—yes, all that.
So they bought the fucking towel. Then went home, and watched a film, and ate ramen, and sat very close to each other, sharp edges and all.
#900-ish words#drarry fic#sweetness - mostly#fluff and a touch of angst#snippet of the whumpy one#considering reading the whole fic? please have a look at the TWs#they are plentiful and not at all exaggerated#this snippet is (miraculously) trigger warning free
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100 words for today’s @drarrymicrofic prompt: Breach. CW for injury and a mention of violence. Thank you CBG for your help!
Draco surveys the black eye and split lip in the mirror, wincing at the sting when he cannot suppress a smile.
Potter put it there – the injury, that is – although the smile as well, Draco supposes. So, the Golden Boy finally snapped. Draco didn’t even say anything mean – in fact, he doesn’t remember saying anything at all.
It wasn’t the breakup with Ginevra that made him crack, nor the pressure from paparazzi. No, the final straw was Draco simply showing up.
Draco can’t help but feel a little proud of that.
#apparently my brain is taking a break from the candy hearts fluff#I’m not in charge here#😅🤷♀️#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry micro#drarry squad#angst
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not me falling in love with this masterpiece by @l0vegl0wsinthedark
harry and draco's dynamic >>>>
oh and it sorta made me cry 😭
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A lot of "in another life I'd have liked just doing laundry and taxes with you" but not enough of:
I did your laundry.
You did my taxes.
I know your coffee order and sneaked the vegetables I don't like to your plate during dinner with your parents.
You know the faces I do while I wash my hair with my eyes closed.
The cat learnt to sleep between us.
In this life we had that life.
And we still lost it all.
#Angst#Fluff that end in angst#this started with a Drarry fanart I saw and I can't stop thinking about sad rosekiller#sometimes I am the sad part of tumblr#the confort happens first and just makes the angst angstier#angst no comfort
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Finders Seekers
By: Accio_Sriracha
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Word Count: 24k :)
Additional Tags: Quidditch, Pining Draco Malfoy, Tags Are Hard, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Draco Malfoy is Obsessed with Harry Potter, Light Angst, Romantic Fluff, Veritaserum Potion, Post-War, Hogwarts Eighth Year
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy had always been competitive. Even as they returned back to Hogwarts after the war, that fact still remains the same.
A bet, seeker vs. seeker, turns into an all out battle. Harry Potter battling to regain his title of best seeker at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy battling the urge to snog Potter senseless...
Whatever they win in the end is theirs to keep, and neither of them would have it any other way.
#drarry#harry potter#my fic#quidditch#pining draco malfoy#draco malfoy is obsessed with harry potter#light angst#romantic fluff#veritaserum potion#post war#hogwarts eighth year#draco malfoy#harry x draco#draco x harry
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#hdhurtcomfort2024#drarry fest#hp fests#CLAIMING NOW LIVE#drarry#drarry angst#drarry fluff#drarry hurt/comfort#mod post
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Tricks and Giggles
Professor Malfoy rarely gave extra credit, the harsh and bitter teacher that he was. So, when it was announced that all they had to do was get his son—Scorpius, who was still a baby—to interact with their Magic, they all assumed it would be a walk in the park.
How hard could it be?
Ao3
#Drarry#Drarry Dads#Draco Malfoy#Harry Potter#Scorpius Malfoy#XxTheDarkLordxX Writes#Advent Month Day Five#Professor Draco Malfoy#Charm Professor Malfoy#Auror Harry Potter#No Angst#Fluff#Tooth Rotting Fluff
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Fandom : Harry Potter
Genre: Comedy/Romance
Summary : "
“Fine !!”, Ron held up his hands in a placating gesture, “Fine. But at least teach him how to date men !!”
“Teach him..”, Draco repeated, squinting his eyes at the red-headed hero, “…what ? You… what ?”
“Listen, his… and mine, I’ll admit… social skills are… stunted… to say the least”, Ron grumbled, “because of ya know.. the whole prophecy.. and the Dark Lord.. and…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get it..”, Draco held up a hand to halt the fount of words, “and.. you want me to teach him how to date someone”
“Yes”
Draco Malfoy hates his life after the fall of Voldemort. Forced to work a mundane office job and treated like shit by the Wizarding World at large, his life is a constant bar of bland, boring nothingness. Nothing new, nothing interesting - same old insults, same old people spitting at him on the streets. At least, until Ron Weasley comes to him with a proposal - what do you mean, pretend date Potter ??
Title : Dating Classes
Link : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51650695/chapters/130563808
#lgbt#gay#fanfiction#fanfic#angst#lgbtq#harry potter#fluff and humor#tooth rotting fluff#fluff#drarry#draco malfoy#ao3
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hello tumblr!
anybody in the mood for some ~drarry angst~ in this fine day? i mean don't we all need a bit of HurtTM from our ship from time to time??? (pls say yes)
i present you... my drarry oneshot fic inspired by fleabag the series :D
me, a genius, choosing a title for this fanfic:
Title: This is (not) a Love Story
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (Drarry)
Words: 1,386
Additional Tags: Infidelity, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Inspired by Fleabag (TV), Fleabag (TV) References, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry Potter-centric
Summary: He was alone. And that was a fact, and a fact that will never change.
Until Harry met blue-grey eyes like storm clouds and white-blond hair that glows under the sun, with pointy nose and pointy chin and pointy cheekbones. Pale skin and little freckles under his eyes and on his forehead. Long eyelashes that rest on his cheek beautifully when he laughs from his belly, eyes closing, nose wrinkling, laugh lines visible, and tense jaw relaxed. Draco Malfoy, all grown-up. It gave Harry hope.
And it ruined him, too.
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Sun
Harry was the sun.
He burned with hope, he would eclipse you and bring a bright, beautiful light for you in your darkness. He was the sun, "Draco, do you want cookies or do you want cupcakes?"
"Both?" Draco said. He held back the tremor in his voice. He didn't want to break before him. He didn't want to break even when Harry would be there for him with his sunshine. Because he was sad more often than not.
"Not both, I have to send a batch over to Luna's and one is for us."
"Why do I have to decide, it's tough." It becoming hard to not break. A tear slides down his cheek but he brushes it off before there could be more.
"Because," Harry sets the baking sheet down and brings one cookie and one cupcake for him, "I love you?"
"Is it because you can't decide?"
"Both?" He said and his smile, it was more beautiful than the light of a thousand suns, "But I'll ditch on Luna and the others if you want both the cookies and the cupcakes."
"Why would you do that?"
Harry kissed his nose, "Because I love you and I want you to have whatever your heart desires and because you're sad?"
Draco buried his head into his shoulder and his tear stains the fabric of his white shirt, "Become a mind reader, have you?"
Harry ran his hands through Draco's hair, "Bit of a mind reader when it's you, yeah. But what's wrong, love?"
He couldn't hold himself back from breaking, "I'm sorry, I don't want to be a bother to you."
Harry set the cookie and the cupcake on the coffee table before him and brought Draco's head to his chest, "Draco, you're never ever a bother. It might be hard to believe but love, don't be sorry."
"I'm too much work, Harry."
"Not you, never you," He spoke softy and the tenderness in his words itself was so beautiful that it broke him, "even if you believe that you are, I'll do all the work in a heartbeat. No questions asked."
His sunshine, his sunflower.
His sun.
"I love you."
It elicits a soft smile out of Harry, "Now, what's wrong?"
The knot in the throat begins to ease, "If I can have both the cookies and the cupcakes, I'll tell you what's wrong."
"I'll bake all the cookies and cupcakes in the world for you."
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Wonder full (1)
It started with Ron’s idea for a thesis, and the fact they didn’t actually know a lot of people who used to be part of a white supremist cult and then left, and that Malfoy still lived in the country. In town, actually, in this crap of a flat above a chippy. Apparently the owner let him rent it for half price if he worked weekends. Apparently he did. And when Ron came back, two hours late with this strange frown, all he said was, “Whoa, mate.” And Harry decided that maybe he did sort of want to tag along after all.
Malfoy was different. Not only because he looked older, or because he sat on the floor with his legs crossed, or because of the piercings and the choker, or because he let his hair grow, wild and frizzy at his shoulders. Something… Harry didn’t know. Something hungry and a little loud about the way he kept his head down. The way he rambled one hundred miles a minute outside the interviews, the strange jokes he made and the way his eyes rounded, big and grey and startling. It was weird. He was weird. But he answered every single one of Ron’s questions, even the ones Ron hadn’t planned on asking. Even the ones that hung in the air. Even the one that made him go scary, that made him run to the loo with a hand over his mouth. He came back, half a weird smile on his face, and answered it too.
And Harry found the in-betweens interesting. Found himself asking Malfoy what he did the rest of the week (“butcher Italian art in the café across the street, you should come, it’d be horrible”); who was he still in contact with (“no one, I—don’t, ah, really, ah”); where did he get that tan (“a friend of a pal from work went bungee jumping so I begged them to take me? Never regretted anything more, apart from—well”). Found himself wanting to know. And the flat always smelled like chips, and Harry was perpetually hungry, and sooner than later he found himself going on his own, without Ron and the questions drilling into Harry’s scalp, festering in his brain.
Ron said Malfoy had actually volunteered. That he didn’t have to seek him out, Malfoy approached him through the university. It made sense, in a way, with this Malfoy: the Malfoy who couldn’t shut up for the life of him, who was constantly moving and buzzing and clicking. Would be annoying, but—Harry’s brain had been kind of quiet recently, and everyone around him seemed happy enough, or at least settled, and this heaped spoonful of Malfoy was a nice change of pace. With work, boring and safe and strangely continuous, with nights at Ron and Hermione’s or babysitting a quiet Ted twice a week, with always forgetting what kind of oat milk he liked and buying the wrong mustard. With life being, well, it. Nonstop and a bit bland. Malfoy was different, Malfoy was weird, and Harry liked it.
And there was the way he laughed. Loud, deranged, a little charming, and deranged. Like he didn’t know how to laugh. The crease between his eyebrows, like he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, the bubbling, like he didn’t care. It was a nice sort of laugh. Harry kept going.
He went sofa-searching with Malfoy when his old one gave out. Said he’d help him paint a chest of drawers Malfoy found on the street, begged him to chuck it when it proved half-eaten, roared with laughter when he tried, pink-cheeked, tongue between his teeth, to make it stand on three uneven legs. It wasn’t even funny, no idea why he was laughing. Only that there were tears in his eyes, and no breath left in his chest, and that Malfoy was radiant with something warm and weird and a little off.
“What?” he cried, flopping down on the rug. “Stop laughing, Potter! Honestly!”
But Harry couldn’t, waving his arms in big, apologetic flails. “Just throw the damn thing! You’re impossible.”
Malfoy smiled, that crooked line, small and weirdly alight. “No chance. There’s some potential there, I know it. I can almost, almost see it. Don’t you think it would look terrific right there?” pointing at an empty space on the opposite wall. Most of the flat was empty. Harry didn’t mind it so much anymore.
“I think the weevils claimed it first. Sorry.”
“Oh, no. We don’t have weevils. Potter, say we don’t have weevils.”
“What? Why?” the urgency in his voice made something stick in Harry’s throat, thick and jagged. Then an oomph as Malfoy fell on top of him, covering Harry’s mouth with a hand.
“Quick! Say it! Words are magic, we can’t take the risk! You have to say we don’t have weevils, you have to say it, say it, now,” but he was laughing like a maniac, and covering Harry’s mouth anyway, so Harry couldn’t say anything, do anything but laugh too, trying to push him off. Maybe not trying too hard. “Come on, Potter, say it, why aren’t you saying it, sayyy it—”
He finally managed a shove, and Malfoy rolled to the floor, hysterical. Harry wiped his cheeks, couldn’t get this foolish grin off his face.
“You’re barking,” he whispered, and it came out appreciative, fond. “Malfoy? Still alive?” only emitting these tiny noises, choked-off giggles, eyes closed behind a shaky hand. “Hey, you okay?”
“Wonderful,” Malfoy murmured, then swallowed. Sat up, looked around himself. Loud and a bit hollow. “Are you getting hungry? Bet you I could charm Mr. Picket for two sausage suppers.”
Harry sank against the sofa, this strange feeling in his belly. Content and fuzzy. Saturated or full of static or something.
“Yeah, I could do with some food. I can pay, though. Let me pay.”
“No need. Just sit back and watch a true master at work.” With a wink, Malfoy got up, and this sudden panic in Harry’s chest alarmed him silent. He realised he didn’t want to see Malfoy leave.
What a weird fucking thought to have.
This is the first part of act 1 of Wonder Full, posted on AO3. I'll be posting all 9 parts of the first chapter here too, or you can catch it on AO3 here.
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