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merlinpotterandtherandom · 21 days

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Harry and Draco have been secretly dating since 4th year and they manage to hide it pretty well, so well that not even his friends know they're in a relationship.

By the end of 5th year Harry and Draco have this huge argument, Draco knows that Voldemort will probably want to recruit him to the Death Eaters as a punishment for Lucius' failure so he tells Harry he wants to let that happen so he can be a spy to Harry and Harry, who has just lost Sirius, is not happy about it at all, Harry refuses to let Draco do it, Harry refuses to risk his boyfriend's life for something like this. But Draco manages to convince Harry to let him do it, Draco tells Harry that it's the best if Harry has his own spy so he can get unfiltered information. Harry still isn't happy about it, but after Draco did an unbreakable vow to run straight up to Harry if he felt he was uncovered or if Draco just feels like his life is in way too much danger, Harry ended up agreeing with Draco that it would be nice to have his own spy in the Death Eaters.

6th year comes around and Draco is a bit distraught by the task Voldemort gave him, so he tells Harry everything and shows Harry that Voldemort really did mark him, which he wasn't expecting Voldemort would do. Harry just gently presses a kiss close to the mark, 'cause he's afraid he's gonna accidentally activate the mark if he touches it, and then pulls Draco closer and kisses him and tells Draco he's gonna help him to fix the vanishing cabinet so Draco doesn't have to do it all alone. Harry really couldn't keep his eyes out of his boyfriend, he knew Draco was worried with his mother and with everything so Harry was really watching Draco like a hawk to make sure Draco was eating and sleeping. Hermione, Ron, Neville, Ginny, Dean, Seamus and basically all of the Gryffindors thought Harry was obsessed with and/or stalking Draco, and Harry was just like "No! I'm not stalking him!" and Hermione was like "So you admit you're obsessed then?" and Harry really didn't deny that he's obsessed, Draco is his boyfriend! Of course he's obsessed with his own boyfriend! But he couldn't tell Hermione that, so he just shrugged and moved on with the conversation. During all of this, Harry also insisted that Draco learns the Patronus, 'cause it's useful.

While Harry is with Hermione and Ron hunting Horcruxes, Draco is between Hogwarts and the Malfoy Manor. Draco sends Harry his patronus with information. Harry just smiles everytime he sees Draco's patronus, even though it usually brings bad news.

The battle of Hogwarts happens. Harry saves Draco from the Fiendfyre and Harry just can't control himself anymore and ends up pulling Draco closer and kissing him when they're out of the fire. Hermione and Ron are shocked when Draco actually just lets Harry kiss him and even kisses back. So when Harry finally kills Voldemort, he keeps ignoring everyone around him and keeps looking for Draco, Hermione pops up on Harry's side and points to a direction and says she saw Draco in there. Harry thanks her and runs to Draco, who he finds all alone outside the castle just staring at it and Harry just wraps his arms around Draco's waist and kisses Draco's cheek, Draco turns around after that and kisses Harry properly in the lips and then blurts out a "Marry me" and Harry is shocked so he doesn't answer immediately so Draco just starts trailing off about how scared he was when he saw Harry in Hagrids arms and how relieved he was when he noticed Harry was alive and how all of this just made him realize how short life can be and how he wants to spend the rest of his with Harry. Harry kissed Draco before he could say something else and said yes.

Harry testified for Draco, saying that Draco was his spy since the beginning, that Draco was never a real Death Eater and it was all part of their plan.

Harry and Draco's wedding happens just a week before they go back to Hogwarts for the "8th" year.

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groguandin · 1 year

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a meet cute idea

#fanfic #fanfic prompt #fanfiction #fanfiction prompts #steddie #obikin #merthur #sterek #hannigram #starker #reddie #stucky #destiel #drarry #finnpoe #reylo #tenrose #johnlock

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tiny-pun · 9 months

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"You know how to clean up a crime scene but not how to wash the fucking dishes ?!?

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How is that even possible?! "

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allaboutlov3 · 6 days

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Imagine a world where Harry was raised by James and Regulus. Where the Order took care of Voldemort and Harry has to go to school with all these random people looking up to him because his dads were a part of the people who saved the world. He grew up with the expectation to be someone great. While he never wanted to be anything but a normal kid.

And Draco has to go to school knowing that Harrys dad is responsible for robbing his father from him. For destroying his childhood. He grew up in silence and shame. While he never did anything but be a kid.

Imagine these boys meet. Imagine they fall in love. What a tale to tell.

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drarrydisabilityfest · 2 months

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Prompting is Now Open!

We're sure you're all as excited as we are about Drarry Disability Fest 2024, and prompting is now open!

Please be mindful of our prompting guidelines when submitting your prompts:

This is an 18+ fest.

Anyone can prompt, whether you’re planning on creating or not, and each person is allowed to submit a maximum of 10 prompts.

A person with a disability doesn’t need to be the main character, but they do need to be one of the primary characters. Along the same note, the disability(ies) don’t need to be the sole focus of the creation, but it does need to be an important part of the person's life.

No cure-all fics, please! If you choose to give your character a disability that can't be cured in real life, please don’t magically take them away in your fic; disabled people can have happily ever afters while still being disabled.

It’s fine to prompt disabled people or mentally ill people getting sick, however please don’t prompt sickfics in which an able person happens to be temporarily sick—they don’t count as a disabled person.

If you have previously written a fic centering the experiences of a disabled person in a Drarry-centric fic, feel free to recommend your work for podfic. However, your fic will still be subject to the screening we put to all prompts in this fest. Because of the nature of this fest in that it’s centered on stigmatized topics, the mods will screen prompts, (and self-prompts once claiming opens) to make sure these rules are followed.

If you are prompting someone else's fic for a podfic, please ensure permission is gained from the author before prompting.

Prompting closes March 20, self prompting still open during claiming

All prompts that have been submitted can be found here.

We can't wait to see what you all come up with!!!

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#drarry disability fest #drarry fest #disability representation #drarry #disability #fest update #fanfic fest #drarry disability fest 2024 #prompting #chronic illness #neurodiversity #mental illness #physical disability #medical conditions #mental disability

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onehundredflamingos · 5 months

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Cover me - Bruce Spreengsteen

157 words / @drarrymicrofic

“You can’t stay in here forever,” Harry said, peering out through the blinds, at the crowd gathered on the other side of the window.

Draco frowned at him. “I most certainly can,” he argued. “The Prophet is living on my doorstep. The whole world is out there looking to report on me; I’ve seen enough.”

“You act as if they’re not trying to catch me here as well, Draco.”

“Come on, baby,” Draco pleaded, ignoring Harry altogether, and oh, he knew what that did to Harry. Harry gave him a pointed look, but Draco only smiled, pulled the covers of the bed down a bit in silent invitation for Harry to join him.

Harry shook his head fondly before turning out the light and bolting the door, deciding that everything else could wait — braving the prophet, and the rest of the world, it could wait. For now, Harry would hold Draco in his arms and cover him.

#drarry #drarry microfic #song prompt #golden era #drarry fanfic #Draco malfoy #Harry Potter #Draco x Harry

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impyssadobsessions · 6 months

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Harry takes in stray kids

I've been on a harry potter kick... as y'all may have seen >>' HPMA has lit that fire again.. plus stress of work making writing hard so I've felt guilty looking at dpxdc content right now. ANYWHOO I has a funny idea. It is drarry. Harry and Draco have an established relationship already. (Non epilogue compliant.) Draco at home enjoying his book, already upset as time has come for Harry to disappear for months on in as he is now the DADA professor. Its still summer but Harry is doing some work before school to give muggleborn kids their letters and explain the magical world. So imagine Draco's utter shock when Harry comes home with a kid. "First day on the job and you kidnapped a child?!" "I did not kidnap a child." two more pop out from behind the oldest one. "Three of them?! THREE OF THEM? POTTER!" (Harry becomes potter whenever Draco stressing out/mad)

So Harry ended up walking in on an abusive household and may have let his temper flare. Inflated the parent and took the kids with him. To protect them... only to realize immediately how much he fucked up. Draco stressing out because of what could happen. Harry lost what to do but doesn't want to let the kids go back to that kind of home. Draco ends up shoving Harry into the fireplace and forcing him to floo over to Hermione to hurry up and fix this with the ministry before it spreads into a bigger problem. Then Draco takes himself and the children to Molly to help keep the authorities away until Harry can get things settled, and to help learn how to take care of three children.. Stressing out because he never had to care for someone other then himself and lately harry. Imagine one is a toddler, the middle child is a girl who thinks all these witches and wizards are going to save them. (Which they are trying but its a lot harder then waving a wand) And then the eldest who has serious trust issues and trying to get their siblings and leave before they're forced into worse situation. The oldest claiming constantly that they can take care of his siblings. They don't need adult help, which Draco makes perfect come backs for. Anyway I think it'd be a cute and kind of funny situation though stressful. Because I imagine Draco is worried. If they were all magical then there wouldn't be a problem. But they only know one is. And so muggle authorities have to be involved too. Draco also doesn't want to get attach to the kids despite already carrying the toddler on his hip and baking biscuits with the girl before he even known them for 24 hrs. He knows that only Harry has a chance to gain custody. (and is 100% certain that is his goal, damn his savior complex) He's not even sure he would be allowed to be near them again after all said in done, just because of the stupid mark on his arm. Oh he prays Potter hurry up and mirror him. He hates not knowing. And the kids desperately needed some light in their life. Thank goodness for the Molly or Draco feels like he be drowning. Also imagine Draco hitting Harry with a wash cloth repeatedly, when he talking about the absurd situation Harry got them in. (like just a funny gag.. using it to shoo him into action)

#draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #drarry #found family #prompt #fanfic idea #anyone can run with the idea btw #just think it be cute #parent draco #molly weasley

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hp-flowers · 28 days

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New Foliage Coming Soon…

Thanks to those who voted in the interest check, HP Flowers is a go for this year! Hooray! Your support and enthusiasm for this challenge is much appreciated, so get ready for another awesome round of flowers and plants! The Spring Round runs from May 1 - May 31, 2024. As a refresher, this open prompt challenge is inspired by floriography, the language of flowers (and plants) and encourages creators to use text and photo prompts to make fic, art and more. General challenge info and timeline are very similar to last year, so please be sure to read the Guidelines and FAQ thoroughly, whether you're a returning participant or you're trying the challenge for the first time. Creators can also combine new 2024 prompts with any prompts from previous rounds. Go have fun mixing things up using anything from the prompts card catalogue! And of course, a reminder that this challenge is open to all HP ships and creative mediums (such as fic, art, podfic, bookbindings, crafts and whatever else!). Prompt cards drop on April 9th, so stay tuned for more deets! If you have a question that isn’t covered by this post or either of the above pages, feel free to ask! Get excited!

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fanovember · 6 months

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IT'S TODAY! IT'S TODAY! HAPPY FANOVEMBER EVERYONE!! AND HAPPY WRITING!

1. Corruption arc

2. Faerie

3. Robots/SciFi

3. Coffee shop au

5. Mermaids

6. Only one bed

7. friends to lovers

8. stress baking

9. Vampires

10. Online dating

11. Amnesia

12. Ghosts

13. Polyamorous

14. Adopted child

15. Pirates

16. Hurt/comfort

17. witches

18. Slice of life

19. idiots in love

20. established relationship

21. Found family

22. miscommunication

23. DnD

24. insomnia

25. Fake dating

26. protective

27. soulmates

28. Angel/demon

29. enemies to lovers

30. magic school

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toriscrazycorners-blog · 22 days

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Posted for once but this time make it Drarry and Spring 🌿

#fic rec #my fic writing #fanfic #fic prompts #harry potter #draco malfoy #mlm fanfic #my fic #drarry #ao3 #spring

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my-castles-crumbling · 6 months

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Someone send me fic prompts? I want to write more but I don't know what to write about.

Pairings: Jegulus, Dorlene, Wolfstar, or Drarry

#asks #writing prompt #the marauders era #marauders #fanfic #harry potter #wolfstar #jegulus #dorlene #drarry #request #writing requests

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merlinpotterandtherandom · 1 month

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Harry and Draco have a really low profile relationship, so when they decide to get married, only their friends and family know about it.

They don't really wear their wedding rings while they're at work. 'cause honestly with Draco being a Potion Master and Harry being an Unspeakable it's better that way.

Harry and Draco also barely go out on dates, they usually prefer having a chill date at home. So the first time they went out after they got married, the media immediately saw the wedding rings on and went insane. The media started bombarding Harry and Draco and their friends and family with questions on when they got married, how was it, if they went on a honeymoon, if they can send pictures of the wedding so the media can post it.

Harry and Draco decide they'll do what they always do when something like that comes up: Write an article for The Quibbler. Luna assumed her father's place as the editor, so they always use it when they need to adress the public 'cause they don't trust anyone else in the media.

The rest of the media is not happy that they chose to publish it on The Quibbler, but hey, it's something, so they write their own articles based on the article that's in The Quibbler. Harry and Draco don't give a fuck about it and keep ignoring every reporter that tries to get an answer directly from them.

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steampunkserpent27 · 1 year

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Formal Dinner

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Snail Mail rated: G CW: Oblivious/In Denial Harry “Tell me again why Draco Malfoy has been sending you letters through the muggle post?” Ron asked, staring at him as if he were insane. “Well, the owls would draw too much attention and–” “I don’t care about the bloody means of communication. Why is he sending you letters?” He ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of why Ron was making such a big deal about it. “Mainly to talk about work stuff.” “Work stuff?” “Yeah, sometimes we work on projects together.” Ron nodded. “Okay. That is the only legitimate reason you have given me so far.” “Why are the others not?” He still didn’t know what Ron was trying to get at. It wasn’t like the letters meant anything. They just enjoyed talking outside of work, that was all. “Him sending you a letter to tell you that you did a good job on your assignment is not a legitimate reason, Harry. Neither is him sending you a letter to wish you well soon, when you miss a day of work. And him sending you a letter to talk about his favorite restaurant to eat at is not a valid reason either, Harry.” Ron was staring at him, waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t see what the problem is. We’re just talking.” Ron dropped his face into his hands. “It’s not that it’s a problem. But you’re sending bloody letters to Draco sodding Malfoy, and you don’t even realize how far gone you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re hopeless, is what it means.” He didn’t know what Ron’s problem was. They were just friends, that was all. Good friends that had been discussing going to dinner together that Saturday night. It wasn’t a romantic dinner, it was a formal, work dinner, very professional. Ron would see.

#drarry #drarry fluff #drarry fic #drarry microfic #drarry squad #drarry fanfic #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #hpdm #hp x dm #dm x hp #harry/draco #draco/harry #hdcandyheartsfest2023 #hdcandyheartsfest #prompt: Snail Mail

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tiny-pun · 5 months

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Hero: Come on, villain, let`s go. villain: Wha- But They- Are you seriously- After what they´ve done to you?! Hero: They´re not worth it. Villain: Okay we really gotta up your game on the whole "teaching a lesson"-thing cause you, hero, are wayyyy to nice! Hero: I like you. How nice can I be ?

#sterek #destiel #writing prompt #fanfic prompt #newtmas #coldflash #supercorp #drarry #catradora #xicheng #wangxian #fengxin #beefleaf #hero x villian #peter b x miguel #lokius #cherik #hannigram

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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It was difficult, shopping for someone who had everything already.

Harry loved Draco more than he loved life itself, but he was absolutely impossible to shop for. Every year, Harry dreaded Christmas and then six months later his birthday, and then six more months and it was Christmas again, and... well.

He was wandering uselessly down Diagon when a new shop caught his attention. He'd been here just yesterday and the shop hadn't existed at all. Over the doorway there was a sign that only said 'The Bookshop' in someone's hasty handwriting but Harry felt compelled, for no reason that he could comprehend, to wander in.

The shop was packed tightly with books of all sorts, there was, by Harry's estimation at least, no discernible cataloging system and it appeared that every book was in some varying state of use.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a woman called out, "here shopping for a lover, child?"

He turned at the sound of her voice and spotted her sitting amid piles of books. She was doing some sort of magic on them, but Harry wasn't sure what. Something about her reminded him of wide spaces, of giant trees, and crashing waves; maybe it was the way her curly brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and back like vines; or maybe it was the way her eyes seemed to shift colors, a verdigris mix of greys, and greens, and blues; or perhaps it was the deep wrinkles set into her face, lines for joy, and sorrow, and trials. Or maybe it was none of those things at all, but a deeper magic still. "Err-"

"Don't be shy," she said, beckoning him inward further with the crook of a finger. "Tell me, was I right? Is it a lover you're shopping for?"

And for a reason that Harry couldn't quite explain, he came toward her. "Yes," he said, as he stepped nearer. "My husband. But I haven't any idea what I'm looking for, so I'll just-"

"Hush," she commanded. "He's fair, this man of yours? Tall, slender, and pale?"

He frowned, "Yes, but-"

"Bright with a wild imagination?"

He nodded uncertainly.

She smiled, revealing perfectly white, sharp teeth. "The little dragon lord," she whispered, staring unseeingly at Harry for a long moment.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, taking a step back from her uncertainly.

The woman blinked, "It's a story," she replied. Then she held out her hand and a book that was lying open without any words on the pages, slid into her palm of its own volition. She hummed softly, a melody that left Harry feeling simultaneously afraid, hopeful, and just a little melancholic.

Naturally, those feelings stirred in him the desire to step closer and see what she was creating.

She glanced up at him, eyes warm and fond, before she looked back down at the book in her hands. Harry followed her gaze and saw that the pages were filling up with words, pages flipping themselves as the chapters were written.

A moment later the book snapped shut and she held it out to him.

Without really thinking about it, he took it and opened it. On the first page and written in a lovely curling script was

Le Petit Dragon-Seignior

"It's in French?" he asked, flipping through the first few pages and picking out a few of the French words he knew.

She nodded, "It's a French Story by tradition," she replied. "The first language it was ever told in," she hummed thoughtfully then added, "The only language it's ever been given in, in its entirety."

"I," he started before trailing off. "How did you-?"

"My father was a great seer, my mother one of the few dryads remaining in the forests in the Lowlands of Scotland where Merlin himself once lived," she said. "My gifts allow me to understand the heart of the intended recipient and give me power over the dead trees that have been preserved in the pages of these books," she continued, gesturing to the stacks of books all around her. "The door of my shop only appears to those seeking earnestly a gift that can only be given with great trust and love."

He blinked, glancing back at the door to the shop and watching as a group of people hurried past without seeming to notice the shop's existence at all. "So no one-"

"No," she agreed. "I'm alone here but for my books," one of her hands caressed the spine of one of those nearest to her. "But I don't mind," she added. "The wooden posts and door of this shop have given me sanctuary in a world that has often sought to destroy creatures like me."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't like that. He didn't enjoy the thought of her here all alone, of the darkness that still pervaded this world.

"Ah," she said softly, mouth curving into a secret little smile at him, "he's found his knight, it seems."

"Sorry?"

"Go," she said, shooing him away. "You've much to do before the day's end. With Christmas tomorrow for you and your beloved," she added.

"Can I come back?" he asked, even as the door seemed to be getting closer without him having moved an inch.

She lifted a shoulder, "Perhaps. When the birth of a new star is on the horizon and you seek just as surely the gift of love in the form of kinship to the past, present, and future."

"What?" he asked, but before he could obtain any semblance of clarity, he found himself standing on the sidewalk staring at a brick wall with nothing but the book in his hand to prove that he'd just seen anything wondrous at all.

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One gift.

That was all that they allowed themselves to give to the other.

They'd learned their lesson early on in their relationship, if they gave more than one it became a competition. And they both already had too many things. And they were both difficult to shop for.

Harry couldn't say that he wasn't nervous about this year's gift exchange. In fairness, he always was, but the how of getting this gift for Draco only continued to seem more and more impossible.

Still, the melody she'd hummed had stuck somewhere in the back of Harry's brain, repeating over and over, comforting him in his indecision. And when the time came for them to exchange their gifts, still in bed with a tray of coffee and cinnamon buns half finished between them, he and Draco said at the same time, "You're a hard man to shop for."

Harry laughed and Draco rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss the smile off his lips. "Would you like to go first?"

Draco shook his head, glancing off to the side nervously.

"Whatever you've gotten me," Harry said softly, "You know that I'll love it."

"I haven't actually bought you anything," Draco said, biting his lip.

"Well," Harry said, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the book he'd wrapped when he got home from the bookshop, "I didn't technically buy this for you either. It was given to me by someone who was either one of the most interesting people I've ever met or the most insane." He paused and tilted his head, "Either way, she is still probably among the most interesting."

"That's saying something," Draco teased, "you do so love to meet people."

He laughed, it was a long standing joke that they could never get out of a party in under two hours, no matter how they tried, because Harry always always found someone who was too interesting not to talk to. "I'll tell you the story after you open it," he promised.

Draco took the package and opened it, hands smoothing over the wooden cover binder before turning to the first page. Not a word fell from his lips, but his hand flew up to cover his mouth as he turned to the first page and skimmed through the words. "How-?" he asked, looking up at Harry with tears shining in his eyes. "Wherever did you find this?"

He set about telling the story of how he'd stumbled into the bookshop the day before and telling him all about the woman he'd met there. "She gave me this book and said it was the perfect gift for you."

For just a moment, Draco sat completely still and silent. "My grandmere used to tell me this story when I was a little boy," he said. "Whenever I visited her home in France, I'd get a new part of the adventure of the little dragon-lord," he said wistfully, eyes mostly closed in memory. After a moment he looked at Harry, "I've looked for this story," he said. "I've looked everywhere, I've even hired people who deal in rare books to find it. It doesn't exist," he said and a shiver slipped up Harry's spine. "I thought she made the whole thing up. A story to help me weather the storms of life that were headed my way," he added with a little smile, "to teach me how to love and how to know when I'd found the right man to love me in return."

Harry smiled at him and took his outstretched hand, "I wouldn't be surprised if that was true. The whole book wrote itself while I was standing there."

Draco hugged the book to his chest, eyes closed as he breathed through his nose.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

His husband nodded, a tear spilling down his cheek, "I don't think you'll ever be able to give me a better present."

"I gave you a ring for Christmas last year," he said, trailing a finger over the engagement ring entwined with his wedding band, "And you said that then, too."

Draco laughed, one eye opening, "I look forward to you upping your game next year, then."

Harry groaned, "Impossible."

The smile slipped a bit from his face and he said, "Now I really don't want to give you your gift."

Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips, "I am sure that I will love it."

Wiping his eyes, Draco set his book carefully on the bed next to them before leaning over and opening his nightstand to pull out a small package.

Harry took it and carefully untied the bow and slid open the wrapping paper. The lid of the box was the next thing to go, followed by a few layers of tissue paper. Nestled in more tissue paper was a vial filled with an opalescent fluid. "Sorry," he said, looking up at Draco, "you're going to have to help me a little with what it is. Potions was never my best subject."

Draco took a deep breath and sat up straighter, like he was stealing himself. "It's a fertility potion," he said.

Harry tilted his head but before he could say anything or ask any follow up questions Draco continued.

"It's an old magic," he said. "Known in mostly only pure blood circles because you have to have quite a bit of generational magic flowing through your veins for it to work. And because it requires at least a little bit of creature blood in your ancestry for it to be safe," he rattled off, quicker than Harry could even process. "And we don't have to, if you don't want to," he added quickly. "It's just sometimes I see the way you look at Ron and Hermione with Rose and I want you to have everything you could ever want. And I love the idea of having kids, I've always wanted to have kids," he continued. "But if you don't then-"

"Draco," he interrupted, "Wait. This potion," he said slowly, afraid that he was going to get it wrong, "would let us-?" he trailed off uncertainly.

"Have a baby," Draco answered meekly, like he was afraid of the outcome. "I've got loads of generational magic in my blood and there's Veela blood on my father's side. Not a lot," he hastened to add, "like I'm not going to sprout claws or grow wings or anything. But enough to be a binding agent for this to work."

"I-" he started, shaking his head, "But it's dangerous?"

"No more than any pregnancy, my healer assured me before I brought it to you," he said. Then, "But if it's not something you want-"

"Draco," he breathed. "Are you serious?"

He nodded uncertainly.

"Is that," he broke off, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Is a baby something you want?" he whispered, terrified of his husband's answer.

Draco nodded again, tears spilling from his eyes again, "I do," he said. "But it's fine if you don't," he said, arms wrapped around his stomach. "I-"

Harry set the box over on his nightstand and then promptly tackled Draco to the bed. "I desperately want to have a baby with you," he breathed against Draco's lips.

"Yeah?" Draco asked, leaning as far back as he could so that he could see Harry's face.

He pulled back to make it easier, "Yes, Draco. Godric, yes. I'd love to have a baby with you."

"Okay," his husband whispered, eyes filling with tears.

"Happy tears?" he asked.

Draco nodded and dragged Harry's mouth back to his own to kiss him again.

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8 and 1/2 months later

Harry wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for to be honest. He'd just had this itch that was impossible to scratch, this urge to buy everything he could for Draco and the baby (Adhara, he reminded himself, the name making him smile; it was the brightest star in the Canis major constellation, close to Sirius. A name picked to honor the traditions in Draco's family and Harry's loved ones at the same time but without giving her anything to dictate who she'd become).

His need to provide (to nest, Draco had teased fondly, if a bit exasperated) was driving them both a little spare. But Harry couldn't help but wander through Diagon, just in case, waiting for something to jump out at him.

It was then, that the little bookshop appeared once more and her parting words came back to him. When the birth of a new star is on the horizon and you seek just as surely the gift of love in the form of kinship to the past, present, and future.

This time, Harry went in without any trace of uncertainty.

#Not quite sure where this one came from #i'm not mad at it though #drarry fanfic #magic #mentions mpreg #husbands #soft #fluff #drarry #25 days of draco and harry #25 days of drarry #traditional prompt 6 #christmas #a little world building is good for the soul #10/10 would just go vibe in this bookshop. sign me up.

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legen-wait-for-it-drarry · 1 year

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second date

February 1st prompt for @hdcandyheartsfest: second date

(for my lovely, oblivious wife, who, at the end of our first date, still didn’t know whether I liked her or not. even after I kissed her.)

- : -

Decades of friendship be damned, he was going to murder Hermione for this.

“You need to get back out there, Harry,” she’d said, matter-of-factly, and then, before Harry could respond, she had conjured up charts - from behind the couch, not magically - and she was using her ‘called-on-in-class’ voice. Only this time the subject was his love life.

Still, the nostalgia had hit him the same way it did when he’d occasionally go back to Hogwarts to watch Quidditch matches, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. And maybe that’d had something to do with him saying yes to her absolutely bonkers idea of setting him up on a blind date.

“I need you to trust me,” Hermione had said so earnestly that it had worried him a little. It’s not that he’s shallow, per se, but that’s not exactly a phrase someone offers before setting you up with a supermodel. But he didn’t think Hermione was going to set him up with an actual troll or anything, so he agreed. Still, he continued to worry.

“I need you to trust me” rang in his head as he showered and then stood in front of his mirror, trying to do something to make his hair manageable.

“I need you to trust me” echoed around his brain as he got dressed, looked in the mirror, reconsidered, and changed. Twice.

“I need you to trust me” danced around in his mind, the words doing all sorts of fancy ballet moves, as he paced around his flat, back and forth for ten minutes, watching the clock the whole time, before giving up and Apparating out to the bar twenty minutes early.

His date still has ten minutes to arrive before Harry can even think about adding ‘being stood up’ to his list of concerns about this date, though that idea still makes his stomach clench unpleasantly. He takes a big gulp of water and tries to calm down and stop thinking about murdering one of his oldest friends. But really, he can’t believe he’d agreed to this nonsense.

“I should’ve known it’d be you,” a voice says, sounding only slightly exasperated. Harry swivels around on his chair, spilling ice water down his front, and watches in stunned silence as Draco Malfoy walks up to his table and sits in the unoccupied chair. “It’s nice that after all these years, Granger is just as predictable as ever.”

“It somehow never occurred to me that it would be you,” he manages to say, honesty spilling from his lips before he can consider if it’s too rude to say. Draco doesn’t look offended, however; he looks perfectly unaffected as he reaches out to the pitcher of ice water and pours himself a glass.

“No? Then I’m afraid you may not know your best friend as well as you think you do,” he says, and Harry bristles a little and opens his mouth to argue. The insufferable bastard across from him arches an eyebrow and Harry pauses. Considers his current predicament.

Hermione’s been working with Malfoy – well, slightly Malfoy-adjacent - for about six years now, but he’s never really come up in all of her stories about her coworkers at St Mungos. They work in different departments, after all, and Hermione’s constantly so busy that it never occurred to him that she has a life outside of, well… the things he already knows about. When on earth does she have time for it all?

“You know what,” Harry says finally, “maybe you’re right.” And then he flags down a passing server for drinks, says “keep them coming, thanks,” and settles in for what is sure to be, at the very least, an interesting evening.

- : -

“So, you didn’t tell her?” Draco is saying a while later, and he’s doing that obnoxious sexy smirking thing that he does and – nope. Harry shakes off that thought. Then pauses. He’s on a date with the man, shouldn’t finding him attractive be a good thing?

The waiter brings his 3rd drink. Offers Draco another.

“I’m good with water, thanks,” Draco says. Then, to Harry, he says, “Should I be offended that you have to be inebriated to tolerate my presence?” Harry pulls a face at him.

“I’m not inebriated,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Not for lack of trying.”

“Worried about taking advantage, Malfoy?”

“Hardly,” Malfoy says. “I don’t put out until the third date, anyway. Why didn’t you tell Hermione?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject before Harry’s mind can dwell very long on the rest of his sentence.

“What?” he says instead, and the look Draco gives him makes him feel like he’s not making a good case for his sobriety.

“You’re so astounded that Hermione didn’t tell you about our passing acquaintanceship, but you never told her about…” he pauses for a second, “our history?”

“It didn’t matter,” Harry says dismissively, then cringes. “I mean –”

“No, no, by all means, don’t stop being honest now,” Draco says, putting up a hand to wave off any potential backtracking.

“My dating life doesn’t matter,” Harry pushes on anyway. “I don’t really tell her about every date I go on. I tend to keep her out of my love life ever since Ginny. They’re friends, I don’t want to make it weird.” And, oh gods, why is he telling Malfoy all of this anyway? It’s none of his business either.

“It’s probably why she feels the incessant urge to set you up on blind dates,” Draco points out, because of course he had to go and make a decent point on top of everything else. On top of being attractive and insufferable.

He’s definitely going to kill Hermione. Or at the very least, jinx her with something mildly unpleasant.

“In my defence,” Harry says, using a toothpick to fish in his bourbon cocktail for a cherry, “I thought it was going to be a first date, not a sequel to a notoriously bad first date.”

“Notoriously bad for you, maybe - didn’t even break my bottom 10,” Draco says dismissively. Harry snorts.

“Wasn’t bad for you,” he says darkly, “I got a concussion. How many of your dates have ended at the hospital?”

“It’s not unheard of,” Draco says vaguely. “I do work there, after all.”

“You take a lot of your dates to work with you? Remind me why you’re still single?”

At that, Draco rolls his eyes. “I did not ‘take you to work with me’, I didn’t even work there yet,” he snaps, getting agitated enough to use actual air quotes. He looks at his hands in midair as though he can’t believe it himself and immediately puts them back down. One goes to the bridge of his nose, the other clenches on the table. “You can’t possibly blame me for your concussion.”

“I took you ice skating, you’re the one who had to take something that was supposed to be romantic and make it all competitive.”

“I didn’t –”

“You absolutely did,” Harry adds, before Draco can bother denying it. “Probably traumatised a bunch of schoolchildren in the process.”

Draco mouth clicks audibly as it shuts. He clears his throat and, to Harry’s great surprise, his cheeks are a little pink. He looks down into his glass of water, determinedly not making eye contact. “I didn’t realise it was a date,” he says finally, after one more throat clear.

“What?” Harry asks, though he’s quite sure he heard him properly.

Draco sighs. He finally looks up, but this time makes eye contact with a spot just above Harry’s head. “Until the end, when you joked about it being one of the worst dates you’d been on. I didn’t realise we were on a date.”

“Jesus, Malfoy, you thought I just casually asked you out to go ice skating?” Harry says, and then, before he can help himself, he’s laughing.

“Your invitation happened to come a mere week after Hermione asked me over for drinks, I thought it was simply a coordinated effort to… foster amity.”

“Foster amity,” Harry repeats, rolling his eyes, but he’s still grinning. Everything is sort of clicking into place. “No, you oblivious git, I liked you.”

“Oh,” Draco says. A few different expressions cross his face before finally settling on one Harry doesn’t recognise. That pink tinge is still splashed across his cheekbones. Harry kind of likes it. “Past tense?” he asks finally, this time actually making eye contact and the weight of it makes Harry’s stomach clench.

He blinks at him. Wonders what Draco would say if he were honest, if he admitted how long he’s fancied him. “I… well. No, not necessarily,” he says instead, and now, the look on Draco’s face is definitely pleased.

He might actually thank Hermione for this.

“Well then,” Draco says, sitting up straight in his seat and smoothing out his already wrinkle-free shirt. “I propose we start over.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Harry asks warily.

“It’s not really a difficult concept; I’m simply proposing a fresh start. Restart the date with both of us knowing it’s a date and knowing we’ve come here to go on a date with each other.”

Harry looks around the bar. All around him, chairs are stacked upside down on top of tables, and he can see a tired-looking employee in the far corner, sweeping the floor and shooting them glances.

“Not a bad idea, but I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.”

“Any ideas on where we can go?” Draco asks, standing and pulling out his wallet to pay for Harry’s drinks.

“Depends,” Harry says, then, unable to resist, he lowers his voice suggestively and smirks. “Does this technically count as our third date now?”

It takes Draco just a second to understand the implication, but when he does, that pretty blush is back again. He almost fumbles as he puts his wallet away.

“Good grief,” he mutters, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. “You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”

Harry leans over, catches his hand. Tangles their fingers together. Much to his delight, this only seems to fluster Draco further.

He’s going to send Hermione flowers.

“Absolutely not,” he says emphatically and uses his grip to pull Draco closer. “Just in case you’re still lagging behind here, I’m going to kiss you now. Is that alright?”

(And because Draco still has to take something romantic and make it competitive, he leans in and kisses Harry first.)

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