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halloworhorecrux · 9 days

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Harco Wedding

Harry is standing before the Weasley Siblings

" Listen up. There will be no fighting. Draco threatened to leave me behind from our honeymoon if there is fighting. NO FIGHTING!

*points at each weasely*

No fighting *George smiles*

No fighting *Fred looks down*

No fighting *Percy nods*

No fighting * Bill puts his hands up in an innocent manner*

No fighting * Charlie laughs*

NO FUCKING FIGHTING *Ginny is offended because why was she cursed at....we know exactly why though that woman is a menace and we love her *

"Now any questions?"

" Oi why isn't dear Ronald not part of the dressing down?"

Smirking, Harry walks towards the door, turning slightly as he speaks. " Cause Hermione already cursed him if he dared step out of line." The words make all the Weasley's wince.

#harry x draco #drarry #harco #incorrect harry potter quotes #drarry wedding #harry potter #weasley siblings #fred weasley #bill weasley #george weasley #charlie weasley #ginny weasley #percy weasley #wedding shenanigans

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ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm · 2 years

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We can spend every day dancing.

happy wedding day, @makeitp1nk! harry and draco snuck away for a moment alone from their party in this (two-part!) gift from @thebooktopus (& me! ❤️).

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry potter fanart #drarry fanart #drarry fandom #drarry art #harry potter art #harry x draco #hpdm #harry james potter #draco lucius malfoy #hjp #drarry wedding #joyful art #harry potter fan art

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thebooktopus · 2 years

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for the @drarrymicrofic prompt "cake" (G, 50 words) I just love it when Draco's a little shit.

“You promise not to smear cake on my face?”

“Promise.”

“It's just tacky.”

“You've mentioned, Draco.”

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Grinning, Draco smushed German chocolate wedding cake all over Harry's face, who thought:

Glad I shaved for the wedding.

Draco is awfully predictable.

Bloody good cake.

I couldn't possibly love Draco more.

His husband.

<<previous microfic>>

#booktopus writes #Draco thinks he's clever #Harry is a pushover when it comes to Draco #drarry microfic #drarry #drarry wedding

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 5 months

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Drarry where Ron has been frosty and clipped tones the entire time Draco and Harry begin spending time together because he thinks that Harry is replacing him with Malfoy of all people. It's not until they have a row about it that Harry yells,

"I'm in love with him!"

Oh.

That's when it all clicks for Ron and he's so relieved that he laughs and laughs before his nose wrinkles because, ew.

Ew.

"Ew, Harry, really?"

But he's okay with it because Malfoy isn't Harry's bestfriend like him, he's the boyfriend which is a significantly worse position. Ron has the better spot in Harry's life, and no one can convince him otherwise

#drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Ron Weasley #Ron still thinks that all the up to the wedding #where he's the BEST MAN #so clearly he has the better spot in Harry's life #Hermione thinks he's silly #but she eggs it on because it's funnier that way

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daddiesdrarryy · 3 months

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Lucius: Great news, darling! I’ve decided to plan a wedding!

Narcissa: Oh? Who’s getting married?

Lucius: Our son, Draco, with Harry Potter!

Narcissa: But they aren’t dating or engaged

Lucius: They will be once I start my 20-step wedding plan

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itsphantasmagoria · 1 year

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Flowers flowers and more flowers cause it's finally starting to feel like SPRING

This started as something else, but then I wanted to draw flowers and it turned into a sort-of art nouveau... thing. I sketched it over a week ago and promptly got horrendously sick, so I just finished today now that I'm feeling mostly better.

#art nouveau drarry #i draw flowers when im stressed #and people smoochin #this almost looks like a wedding picture #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #drarry fanart #narcissus and lillies #itsphantasmagoria

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mono-chromia · 7 months

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Team Sport

A Drarry microfic//oneshot by mono-chromia

Cover illustration by my beloved @basiatlu (alternate versions can be viewed here)

Word count: 1.015

Read under the cut, or on AO3

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

'Mione had once called Harry a "hard sleeper", whatever that may be.

"A heavy sleeper?" Draco had asked, unsure if he was missing some muggle turn of phrase. It comes up when they are trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements in the shared hotel rooms for Luna and Neville's destination wedding.

"Oh, no," she says. "Well, that too, I suppose, so he won't mind if you get back late, but he sleeps hard. I can't quite explain it." Draco doesn't mention the undiscussed assumption that he and Harry are apparently to bunk up together. "You know how he always tries to carry all the plates and cutlery to the table in a single go? Even if there's sixteen people dining?" Draco nods. "It's kind of like that."

Draco hadn't understood, but as he comes to find out, Hermione's words had made perfect sense. Harry Potter makes a sport out of sleeping; commiting to a nap the same way he does to a game of Quidditch.

Their portkey takes them from 5 A.M. in London to 11 A.M. somewhere in the Mekong Delta region, so when they arrive in their room, Harry immediately crawls into the pristinely made hotel bed, nesting the crisp duvets and the pillows into an iceberg-like structure and sleeps. Hard. Sprawled on his belly with his clothes still on (he's wearing sweat shorts at least, not jeans, thank Merlin) but with his feet sticking out for temperature regulation. He looks like he knows what he's doing. Draco watches him fuss and clumsily toe off his socks (because what lunatic wears socks to bed? Ridiculous) and then doze off immediately, squeezing in a highly efficient, half hour kip before they are expected for their lunch arrangements.

Harry seems more affected by the jetlag than the rest of the company, so Draco finds him, not unlike a cat, sleeping in strange places and at odd moments during the entirety of their stay in Vietnam.

For instance, on a couch in the hotel lobby one early morning, while Ron and Hermione argue with the clerk over the tour reservation that Ron definitely made correctly, with his head in Luna's lap, hoodie pulled low over his eyes, and his arms hugged around his chest.

Or, on the lawn chairs by the pool in the middle of the day. Which, Draco supposes, isn't that strange a place to sleep, but Harry's commitment to the activity is once again proven when Hermione ambles over to rub sunscreen on his back and place a sunhat over his head, all without as much as a twitch.

It's really quite fascinating to watch (though no one else seems to think so) and Draco finds himself somewhat jealous, because even when he diligently works through his own list of requirements for a good sleep (freshly showered, moisturized, teeth brushed, clean sheets, glass of water on the side table, window open for airflow, access to his own pillow) he still doesn't often manage to make eight uninterrupted hours, let alone any misguided attempts at a restful nap. When Draco naps it means the situation is dire, that he is unwell, that he feels like something has crawled up his ass and died there, and it usually only exacerbates his condition instead of having the much desired effect it seems to have on Harry. That effect being that he wakes up content, mellow and sleep-soft (objectively) and exists like that for five minutes or so, before moving onto stage two of his post-nap euphoria, which includes but is not limited to; a general lust for life, toothy grins, silly jokes (objectively), and a propensity for affection towards whoever is nearest to him at any given moment.

Which means that Draco finds himself subjected to the feeling of gently excited hands on his wrists and back as they ooh-and-ahh at the view on their hike, and a chin hooked over his shoulder as Harry feigns mild interest in the book Draco is reading, before asking him to come swim.

Apparently, it also means that, when Draco is keyed up with homesickness on the third of their eight-night stay, Harry invites him into bed.

"You okay?"

Draco looks back from where he has his head stuck out the window, spooked and feeling slightly caught. He stares at Harry in his bed, making up the shape of his body under the sheets from his feet (sticking out from under the cover) to his rumpled head that's more under the pillow than on top of it. Harry's voice is thick with sleep and so, so soft.

"Oh," says Draco. "Yeah. Um. Just— a bout of insomnia."

Harry just hums, low and noncommittal, and for a moment Draco thinks that he might be sleep talking. But then Harry shifts and lifts up the duvet, wordlessly and casually extending an invite towards Draco, and waits for him to get in.

Draco would object, but maybe Harry's bed is just that much more comfortable, maybe that's why he sleeps so well, and well— truly it looks much too inviting to resist. So Draco doesn't object, and quietly pads across their room to slip into bed with Harry. The blanket is bunched up and skewed, there are more than enough pillows, yet none of them in the right spot to actually fulfill their intended purpose, but Harry isn't fussed in the least, and wastes no time snaking an arm across Draco's middle and slotting his head under Draco's chin. Harry seems to fall back asleep pretty much immediately, and Draco is suddenly surrounded by an aura of sleep-warmed sheets, skin-on-skin contact and a bouquet of powdery scented curls, clean skin and sweet spearmint breath. It would have been overwhelming if it wasn't so blissfully sedative.

A robust dose of Dreamless Sleep has nothing on the deep rise and fall of Harry's chest, the dozy twitch of his toes against Draco's leg, the blooming warmth in all the spots where their bodies are touching. Draco dreamily wishes he could bottle it. Who knew that sleeping was a team sport.

#drarry microfic #drarry #oneshot #drarry oneshot #draco malfoy #harry potter #fluff #getting together #napping #cuddling #homesickness #tooth rotting fluff #weddings #holidays #writemonowrite #drarry fanart #drarry art #hermione granger

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lilbeanz · 2 years

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Wedding photo💐🥂💍

Dedicated to @makeitp1nk who is getting married in October!!!✨️💍🥂 congratulations! I wish you every happiness!

(Also, you might have clocked this in the background of this post😂👌)

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #desi harry potter #my god the robes were a bitCh #especially the Sherwani😂#i have this headcanon #that James wore a sherwani when he married Lily #and Harry finds wedding pictures #and wants to wear a sherwani like his dad did #yeah 🥲#sort of gets in touch with his roots #lilbeanz #lilbeanzdrawings #harry potter fanart #hp

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ladderofyears · 11 months

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Better and worse.

Ron lost the rings. It rained. Their robes were the wrong shade of blue. The Prophet forgot their announcement. Luna forgot the venue. Lucius sent a Howler. The flowers made Draco sneeze.

“You know what they say,” Harry smiled, kissing his husband. “The worse the wedding, the better the marriage.”

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Fifty words.

For @microficmay

#drarry #harry x draco #boys in love #fifty words #weddings #so married #married #draco malfoy #harry potter #microficmay2023 #ladderofyears microfic

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rockingrobin69 · 8 months

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Certainly

They went to three different venues and Harry was beginning to feel a bit like goldilocks in that story about the bears: the first place was too small, the second too dear, the third didn’t smell right. Yes, it didn’t smell right. Because apparently Draco was a connoisseur of scents, of sorts, and the patchouli and sandalwood was giving him a headache. They bickered all the way back to the parking lot.

About silly things: the washing they forgot to take out of the machine and the season for sheep-shearing, rocks versus stones and would a giraffe wear a tie at all to begin with. What if it was getting married Draco asked and Harry said then it would be in a full fucking tuxedo, wouldn’t it and they both snorted, still annoyed, and looked away at the sky where the rain they’d promised on the telly never came.

Draco’s fingers were clammy in his. It was muggy, and a little disgusting, and Harry was hungry and also possibly developing a slight headache. Not the sandalwood but the constant fucking blather, which truly was reeking. Harry wished he was smarter and just didn’t engage.

Was engaged, to be married, to this absolute arsehole. Grabbed Draco’s arm just before they got to the car, pressed their foreheads together. Breathed.

“We’ll find a place eventually.” He meant: it doesn’t have to be this hard.

“Maybe,” Draco huffed. He meant: it probably won’t be easy either.

“We can always get married in our back garden.” You know I’ll take you anywhere.

“You can always go fuck yourself in the back garden.” Take me somewhere better than our own bloody garden.

“Shut up.” Kiss me, you git.

“You shut up,” Draco said, and put his arms around Harry, probably meaning something with it, too. Didn’t kiss him. Took Harry’s chin and lifted it up just a touch. “I can’t believe,” he swallowed, blinked those never-ending eyelashes, “we’re actually doing this.”

“Yeah. We’re doing this.”

“Getting married.”

“The whole thing.”

Draco’s eyes were huge against his. “Are you sure,” he stopped again. Wrinkled his nose, bit his bottom lip. This thing in Harry’s chest went rampant, lightweight and impossibly tight. He kept thinking, it’s going to rain, it’s going to finally happen and we’ll get soaked and have to run to the car and we’ll tell this story when people ask, we’ll have the rest of our lives to tell this story, this one right here.

It didn’t rain. The air was stuffy and oddly warm, and although it threatened to, it never rained.

Still he kissed him, in the parking lot of the hotel that didn’t smell right. Draco made a little sound into his mouth, soft and surprised, kissed back. He was a fucking arsehole and they might just end up getting married in their back garden after all. It’ll be a disaster, whatever they do, but this moment will always smell like this: disgusting and warm and Draco.

Yes. Harry was sure.

#drarry fic #soft #planning their wedding would be a disaster #they went to a barn a castle and a hotel #in the end they'll get married under a gazebo in the pouring rain #it'll be disastrous and impossibly sweet and everyone will cry #fluff #rockingrobin69 #500 words

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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months

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Silver and Gold

The ceremony required their bodies to be painted. Draco had been uncertain, but seeing the intricate designs of gold splayed over Harry’s dark skin, changed his mind for him.

Harry stared at him, mouth agape, “you look amazing.”

“The sun,” Luna said, pointing to Harry, then Draco, “and the moon.”

Written for the @microficmay prompt: silver and gold (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)

#microficmay2023 #drarry #love #50 words #what kind of ceremony? who can say? maybe a wedding? maybe bonding? maybe something else entirely.

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halloworhorecrux · 13 days

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At Harcos' wedding

Ron: I mean we all know you will never good enough-- It's a wonder Harry is marrying you.

Draco: I should have fucked your brother

Fred and George: *smirks* You still have an hour before you tie the knot

Bill: Please, he means me *shakes out his hair*

Charlie: Guys, come on. It's in my job description *flexes*

Percy: Actually, he meant me. His crush on me in his third year was adorable. *winks from behind wide rimmed glasses*

Ron: *horrified*

Draco: *shrugs* My 20 year old self would be devastated, I am neglecting your offer. I assure you, gentleman.

#harry x draco #drarry #harco #Draco is petty #harco wedding #15 years later #bill weasley #charlie weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #incorrect harry potter quotes #harry potter

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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simp 👏🏻 harry 👏🏻 supremacy 👏🏻

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles

#they are SIXTEEN #harry immediately and readily diving into fantasies of domestic bliss with draco is so special to me #he’s a uhaul gay. this is known #he’ll take time to acknowledge *what* he’s actually feeling and immediately start wedding plans after accepting them #sndjab i love this fic for this. he’s like YES i realized a bit late that i like you but im ALL IN #drarry #drarry quotes #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry james potter #drarry fic rec

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hpweddingfest · 11 months

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Title: You Can’t Spell Trouble Without Draco Malfoy Prompt: self-prompt Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 8580 Warnings: Semi-Public Sex Summary: Draco Malfoy is just trying to plan his wedding, but for some reason he keeps getting arrested. Auror Harry Potter, who also happens to be his fiancé, is definitely not amused.

Read on AO3

#hp wedding fest #hp fanfic #drarry #drarry fic

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 4 months

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Sam's Weekly Wrap Up Four

I can't believe my advent month is over. I have spent a solid two months working on this Advent Month and it has my entire heart. Thank you to those that read my stories, who sent me comments letting me know how much you've appreciated this month. And thank you to the silent readers as well, love you all SO much.

Patented Daydream “Did they blackmail you too?” Malfoy asked, nose lifting in the air. “No good bloody Gryffindors that should’ve been in Slytherin. When I get my hands on the Weasley twins I’ll—”

“Blackmail?” Harry’s brows rose. “I’m here because they suckered me into it.”

“I’ve always known you were daft, but damn.”

Harry was going murder Fred and George and blame it on Ron.

Please Want Me The public gushes over their darling relationship, and Harry wants to as well, only it's not real. What they have is fake, and fleeting. It never lasts longer than a night on the dance floor as they pretend to be in love. Except for Harry it's not pretend. It is real. He just wishes that Draco wanted him too.

Benevolence As a teacher, Harry shouldn’t have a favorite student, but Scorpius Malfoy was definitely his favorite. A story of how Harry’s heart was filled with a little boy who loved his father very much and how the both of them showed Harry that they had room in their hearts for him too.

Archaic Enemies and Royal Weddings It was the wedding of the century, talk of the town and the gossip in the papers. Only it was born out of revenge when Draco refused to marry any of Lucius’ suitors, and his father invokes an ancient and archaic law forcing him to marry his enemy. There’s nothing he can do to change it, but does he really want to try?

Someone should have told Lucius what happens when revenge backfires.

Cursed Lies Harry felt like he was cursed to only ever whisper lies despite telling the truth. No one ever believes him. Except for Malfoy.

#drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry James Potter #hpdm #dmhp #XxTheDarkLordxX writes #Advent Month #Cursed #Forced Wedding #Drarry Dads #Fake Dating #Secret Relationship

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daddiesdrarryy · 2 months

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*Hogwarts, September 1st, 1991*

Draco: Hello! I’m Draco Malfoy! And you are?

Harry: I’m Harry. Harry Potter

Lucius: I’m hearing wedding bells!

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