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dothsexth · 1 year
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It's ludicrous to think about now.
LUCIUS was the reason he has a husband right now. It shocks him really.
He remembers the day, clear as Draco's arse.
He remembers how Lucius came all the way to muggle London only to grab Harry by the collor and tell him Draco loves him.
He remembers how Harry didn't believe him but Lucius was determined to do something, ANYTHING to bring a little happiness for Draco.
"Daydreaming again, Love? "
Draco's calm voice breaks him from the memories.
"Just thinking about how Lucius forced me to meet you and now I'm married to an oaf"
He hears Draco's affronted scowl more than he sees it.
He laughs as he walks over and gives him a small kiss.
"I love you Draco"
"You better, or I might have to make my dad do it all again. "
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beeesworld · 20 days
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Teddy: What's going on?
Draco: I couldn't sleep, and Harry couldn't sleep either.. because I woke him up.
Harry, yawns:
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zlarirosa · 20 days
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harry likes laying on his husband every morning in hopes of him letting the both of them call a day off for once. it's worked once, so it might work again
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littlewinnow · 6 months
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Rough sketch of a silly potions partner moment between frenemies(?)
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quail-in-red · 1 year
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So what if Harry gets a cat and at first Draco is like skeptical about it
but then he’s completely obsessed
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basiatlu · 5 months
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Smitten, breathless
Uncropped can be seen on my Ao3 if you wish!
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caspervi · 7 months
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Made a few drarry doodles, maybe I’ll finish the domestic ones I love the gayness
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stazvlt · 8 months
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Drarry Compilations
I'm planning to draw several of non-magical au!drarry based on some popular trope :)) For day one Draco worked as a Traveling Photographer and His forever amused Assistant/Husband. The Shenanigans they got into while trying to get that one perfect picture tm is legendary.
For Day two the famous CEO businessman Draco spending time with his Farmer Husband Harry. Just imagine Draco got lost in some countryside, his car broke down, no phone signal at all and suddenly there's a very handsome farmer helping him... maybe the country life isn't so bad anymore in Draco's eyes.
And have an extra comic where the Heir to the honored house of Malfoy tried to buy a movie ticket. Anyway what do you think?? Do you have any favorite non magical au Drarry since i want to draw more of those :)
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babooshkart · 1 year
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loverboys in starlight (a gift for my darling)
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inheartofwinter · 3 months
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For @drarrymicrofic 's prompt "Time loop". G | 542.
Maybe I will write more later. Fingercross that I would be able to create something decent.
They say that tomorrow never comes. Draco is sure they don’t mean it like this.
He stares at the Daily Prophet, silently willing the date on it to change. The date, probably relishing in Draco's agony, remains the same. It is the same the day before, and the day before that, and the day before the day before that, and— There are too many days before that, certainly more than Draco's liking, that Draco feels foolish to hope for something different. He still hopes.
Draco throws the paper at the wall. It always says rubbish, anyway.
“You know that’s not going to help,” says Potter from behind the kitchen’s table. He is buttering a slice of toast. On the table, there are two plates of perfectly cooked English breakfast, a mug of coffee and a cup of tea. Everything is made by Potter.
“What else are you telling me to do?!” Draco snaps back. “Sit down and drink coffee?”
Potter puts down the coffee mug he just drank from a second ago. “No. The world knows you hates coffee. But you can drink tea.”
Draco grumbles but sits down at the table. He sips the tea. He has to stop himself from moaning in pleasure as the liquid warms his entire body up. It is exactly how Draco likes it.
Draco glances up and catches Potter smirking at him. Draco glares at him.
After nearly a month of being stuck with each other, Potter has come to know too much about Draco’s habits and preferences for Draco’s comfort. Draco consoles himself that the contrary is also true. Draco also learns a lot more about Potter in that short time than in the previous ten years they have shared. However, if he is honest, that fact sometimes scares Draco shitless.
“You should go shopping for grocery. I'm getting tired of English breakfast,” Potter says between bites of egg.
“I'm not. You can get your own food if you don’t like it.” Draco throws back just to be contrary.
“Maybe I should.” Potter agrees. “Come to think of it, I don’t even have to cook. I can just get take away. Do you like naan?”
This is what discomforts Draco the most. It is getting harder and harder to anger Potter. Halfway through the second week, Potter doesn’t rise to Draco’s bait anymore.
“Aren’t you a bit too comfortable with this situation?” Draco grumbles. “People would think you love it.”
All pretend relaxation falls off Potter. His posture straightens up. His face hardens. “I'm not. I would sell my soul to get out of this.”
Draco mentally curses himself. There it is, the blank, world-weary eyes Potter occasionally wear. Against Draco’s better judgement, he knows that he would dig his own heart out if it could stop Potter looking that way. Between trying to get out of the time loop and having every meal together, Draco has fallen for Harry Potter.
Once again, Draco curses whatever has put them in this situation.
“Maybe we will figure it out today.” Draco says, hoping his lame comfort would cheer Potter up just a little. “And it will be like before again.”
Potter blinks. Then, he nods, looking less depressed but also kind of odd. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
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dothsexth · 1 year
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One glance.
That's all it'd taken Harry to notice Draco after all these years.
The flash of the pale skin near the muggle bookstore had made his heart come to a screeching halt for a second.
He saw those pale fingers wrapped around the same book he had returned last week.
He had rushed home that day.
But a week later all that Harry could think about was the slight tilt in Draco's lips as his eyes read the words on the books.
He couldn't stop thinking about Draco's lean body leaning against the wall as his blonde hair fell to his face.
It wasn't slicked back as he remembered, it fell fluffy and beautiful.
It looked like sunshine.
Unable to quite get it out of his head he decided to get it off his system and went to the bookstore again.
Just as he entered He tripped and it really was like a fairy tale because he just fell down and hurt his hand really bad.
"Potter. Is that you" Dear god that voice. Harry felt....... things when he heard that voice.
"Malfoy? "
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beeesworld · 4 months
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Harry: I love our new house.
Draco: I love our ceiling fan in our new room in our new house. If I wasn't married to you, I'd marry that ceiling fan.
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l0vegl0wsinthedark · 10 months
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Draco and Harry never expected they'd have a girl but they're really really good dads???? They let her pick out her own clothes and toys when she's old enough to point and they spoil her so much??? It's too much to bear. They don't give a shit that she plays in the mud all day (bath time is a riot ft. Giant bubbles, coloured foam, and one if not two completely drenched dads) and they have to remember not to laugh in front of her when she sasses them (some sort of rock paper scissors to decide who needs to sit her down and talk to her about respect). The neighbourhood boys are a little scared of her because she's just better at everything than they are and doesn't even blink at a bloody knee. They're just such good dads she's an incredible kid they're very content.
Oh but they're both shit at plaiting her hair. They have to learn after a point because she likes to wear her hair long (she keeps sprouting about a foot of it overnight when they even so much as trim it - Harry is like 👀👀👀). She takes after Harry in that way but she has Draco's hair, nearly white and SO FINE they both just ahsgdhskksdj CAN'T.
They're given live tutorials by Hermione, Luna, Molly, and even a very impatient Ginny who cannot believe how stupid they are. Heck, even Pansy Parkinson sashays in one day ("AUNTSY!!!" and "Tut tut sit, darling. What have they done to you?") and her fingers move through the fair hair, shockingly quick and dexterous ("WAIT, Pans, I don't follow!!" and "I don't get how many sections she made. Seven?"). They're hopeless.
Which is why they start practice-braiding each other's hair before bed each night. 😌
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colesawicn · 10 months
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happy father’s day to them 🌊☀️
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nelweensfic · 9 months
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Challenging labyrinth
This is a little gift for my amazing friend @peachydreamxx 's birthday 🥳 I hope you'll like this domestic Drarry fic ❤️ Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading it! Also, there will be a surprise in the reblog soon 🤫
Harry slowly pushed the trolley as he looked at all the furniture.
“Why is it so loud here?” Draco grumbled behind him, just when a little boy ran past, a girl following him with a big blue Ikea bag in her tiny hand. 
Harry took a careful look at his husband. Draco was walking around with a big frown on his face.   Every now and again, he touched some small furniture or mumbled about the too colourful bedsheets. 
They continued walking through the showrooms, following those white arrows on the floor when Draco suddenly stopped Harry. “Why are we here?” he asked with a serious face. 
Harry raised an eyebrow. “Buying furniture for the new house?” 
“Yeah but why? You know we can,” Draco looked around for a second, “ Transfigure them.” He whispered the last words, checking to see if someone had heard him.
Harry rolled his eyes but smiled anyways. He had suspected Draco would be too much of a Wizard to do it the Muggle way But Harry had always wanted to go furniture shopping. 
They carried on their way. Yet after a good fifteen minutes of them wandering around , they encountered a couple fighting. The lady was arguing about something to do with the rug in their living room and the poor man was trying his best to calm her down.
They passed by the couple silently, though it didn’t take long before they found another couple arguing about the colour of their furniture. Should it black or white, or maybe a darker wood colour? Harry saw Draco look at them intensely. He wondered what his husband was thinking. 
As he kept pushing his trolley,he felt Draco’s hand wrapping around his arm. They walked side by side in silence, though it wasn’t as comforting as usual. Draco wasn’t the kind of person to not share his thoughts. On the contrary, he was one of the worst gossips Harry had ever known. 
“What’s wrong?” Harry asked.  
“Why did you take us here?” Draco asked back, a sudden, childish tone in his voice.
“I already told you,” Harry said. “To buy furniture for the new house.
“No.” Draco shook his head. “What’s the real reason?” 
Harry sighed fondly. “Because,” he kissed Draco’s cheek softly, tangling their fingers together before taking a step back, “Ikea is secretly a challenge for all couples. And I wanted to see if we would survive it without hexing each other’s balls off.”
Ignoring the indignant spluttering of his husband, Harry turned around and pushed the trolley in the direction of the beds again. He thought he had seen some dark green bedsheets that Draco would surely like. 
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chamomileteafuel · 1 year
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Grimmauld Series #3 On the 12th of April 2004, young Teddy Lupin was gifted a polaroid camera to support his dream of become a travel photographer. By the time the month was out he wished to become a professional niffler breeder. Harry and cousin Draco did not lend their support to this particular dream, much to young Lupin's disappointment.
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