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“Do you like it?” Voldemort asks before he can embarrass himself further.
Harry stills. “What?”
“My new face,” Voldemort says, tilting his head with an odd look on said face. If he were just a bit more buzzed, Harry might call it coquettish. “Do you like it?”
In which Harry creates an opportunity, and Voldemort takes it.
#Harry Potter#Fanfiction#ao3#past drarry#Past Harry/Draco#Fake/pretend relationships#Voldemort gave up the war#Harrymort#Oblivious Harry#Harry is a little shit too#Hermione's mad Harry made her feel sorry for Voldemort#Ron's just having the time of his life at the end#ministry galas
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Fleur Delacour and Hermione Granger, spotted arriving together at the Ministry Gala.
#fleurmione#fleur delacour#fleurmione fanart#hermione granger#fleurmione fanfic#redplanetao3#triptomarss#ministry of magic gala
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📷 source: Wax Trax! Records (FB)
#holy#fuck#i#wish#this#was#all#mine#vinyl#records#industrial#not mine#Ministry#Diamanda Galas#Front Line Assembly#Clan of Xymox#A Split Second#KMFDM#Einsturzende Neubauten#Meat Beat Manifesto#omega#our lady omega#The Cure#Front 242
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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃 : sometimes the only thing a bully understands is a punch in the mouth.
𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 : @hoggleswart / seamus finnigan !𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the ministry of magic ( atrium level ), london !
" piss off, seamus, " and honestly, she doesn't MEAN to sound so abrasive - she's aiming for the sort of lighthearted banter that they're both used to right up until the words actually leave her painted lips & come to hang heavy between them. there is something defensive about her to be found, now, where previously there was not. a straightening of her spine / the slight jut of her chin / even the downturn to the corners of her mouth where moments before was a friendly smile. ginny isn't SURPRISED by his words, but she thought they'd come much later. in her experience, people were always braver after a few glasses of the expensive alcohol served at these things & while she had expected to field curious questions in that easy way she always did ( oh, no, it's purely platonic- if even. no one else could stick it & i wanted to be here, so...- ), she had figured it would take awhile before anyone really got into it. seamus, of course, catches her OFF GUARD. ginny responds to that in kind, but a brief moment of reflection is enough to have her tack on, half heartedly, " if you're going to take a swing at my date, would you mind waiting until after the prophet pictures ? it'd suck if a fresh shiner distracted the people from my gatecrashing. "
#( 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * convos !#seamus finnigan#🕯️ seamus is going to get a ministry gala date 🕯️#🕯️ seamus is at the ministry gala 🕯️#🕯️ this is excellent ministry gala drama and we deserve it 🕯️#𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the ministry of magic !#nox.event036
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LOCATION: the ninth annual ministry gala.
STATUS: closed to @kxbellem
" wanna play a drinking game with me? " slightly wide eyes and the uncharacteristically bright smile softening usually - sullen features suggests it’s a game lavender has been playing for a while now, drink hugged close to chest like it provided some comfort. ⸺ or perhaps in case someone tried to confiscate it. either were both possible options. at least the girl was having fun, something she personally felt she’d earned after having to bribe her way into somebody’s plus one. turns out, that pesky fear of missing out won every time. " the rules are; you have to take a swig every time a worker says but, um during their talks. it happens a surprisingly large amount. "
#kxbellem#𝐢. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸻ lavender parker brown.#𝐢. 𝐟𝐭. ⸻ knox bellamy.#𝐢. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ⸻ the ministry of magic.#𝐢. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭. ⸻ the ninth annual ministry gala.
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"weasley." surname with all lack of warmth is as much of a greeting as any member of the brood of redheads is ever going to get from mikaela karkaroff. she must then remind herself to at least twist her features into a facade of friendliness- she's poking the rabid rabbit ( kaela's new nickname for her LEAST favorite ) for good reason, afterall. "i've been meaning to talk to you about something."
she glances over, looking for a tell-tale sign from ginny to go on, but she would press onwards even without the affirmation. "what is the deal with your uncle ? single ? married, still ?" lips press together in very surface level contemplation. "he's very handsome despite how glum he seems. you think that's something that can be fixed ?" @petriichvrs
#kaela vc im gonna fuck ur uncle ginny weasley#ned somewhere blissfully unaware n mourning his marriage n life#location: ministry of magic gala !
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When: Ministry Gala Event
Where: Main Atrium
With: Open to all! :D
“Oh thanks, my father suggested it and I didn’t wanna disappoint him, besides, it matches my hair.” Dirk chuckled as another ministry employee commented on his choice of traditional Japanese garb. He’d mentioned this ‘formal’ function to his father and that was enough to set the train in motion. He rather liked the outfit, even if the geta sandals weren’t the most comfortable.
Said sandals made a distinct clacking noise with every step that also brought a grin to his face, so he maybe took a few too many steps on his way to the buffet table. “Sorry,” he dipped his head a little once he reached the food, “It’s just a fun noise, last time I got to wear an outfit like this I was a kid and did the same thing.”
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location: the eighth annual ministry gala
status: open ( @startertms )
“no bets this time around. my business is closed for the time being. tonight i’ve come to enjoy the festivities that await.” knox can’t help but smirk amusingly as she grabbed a drink from a server as they passed. it was both surprising and amusing how her betting games had managed to give her quite the reputation. a reputation that she could be prideful of, instead of the one her mother and devilish family left behind for her. it felt like a rebellion of sorts. and knox couldn’t help but bask in all of it. she merely spared the other a glance before returning to watching the nicely dressed guests roaming about. “that is, unless you have something interesting for me. perhaps to liven up this...party.”
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When: Ministry Gala Event
Where: Main Atrium
With: Open to all! :D
“It’s a whole lot cheaper, than makin’ whoopie.”
Alex crooned the last note as polite applause followed the performance. He dipped his head slightly, a coy smile on his face. Honestly given his ‘break’ it was a relief to have an excuse to perform; an excuse to forget his own issues for an evening, nothing could happen to him here.
Stepping off the small stage for a drink he saw several eyes on him and offered that same enticing smile to them, he may have turned up the charm for the evening, after all, it wouldn’t do to let an audience down. He deftly plucked a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and took a sip.
“An excellent turnout, The Dragonpox Foundation will be pleased.” he commented to one of the few who came to speak to him rather than just look.
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Minerva McGonagall
Ministry Gala
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my year in fic
It's 5am and I can't sleep, so what better way to keep me sane than this lovely roundup post @sorrybutblog tagged me in! Tagging @citrusses @getawayfox @oknowkiss @sweet-s0rr0w @tackytigerfic @skeptiquewrites @mallstars @sitp-recs @moonflower-rose @danpuff-ao3 @writcraft @wrapped-up and anyone else who sees this and wants to play too!
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Thickets | Drarry | E | 17.3k
When Draco returns to the UK after two decades of building his career as an internationally-renowned artist to look after his ailing, estranged father, he crosses paths with his former flame, Harry Potter, in the most unexpected way.
Waiting for the Moon to Rise | Drarry | E | 8.9k
When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.
Terrible People | Drarry | E | 52.8k
What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?
A Saviour's Guide to Manners and Decorum | Drarry | E | 13.1k
Honorary Minister Harry Potter (yes, he's fully aware his job title is meaningless, and he quite likes it that way) is a disaster at public events. After seven years of dealing with his boorish behaviour, cringey table manners, and clumsy dancing, the Ministry's press team take matters into their own hands and hire Wixen Britain's leading Etiquette and Deportment Expert, Draco Malfoy, to take on the challenge of cleaning up Harry's image before the Ministry's 300th Anniversary Celebration Gala.
Everybody Hates a Tourist | Drarry | E | 51.5k
On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.
Precious Metal | Ronarry, Dron, Drarry | M | 28k
Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man?
Trillium | Dronarry | E | 13.4k
Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong?
Kinkuary '23 | Various pairings | M - E
A collection of 28 short fics spanning different pairings and inspired by the Kinkuary 2023 prompts! A mix of M and E ratings. Expect rare pairs, Drarry, crossgen, group sex, dirtyhotwrong... you name it!
#I've probably written too much this year#my brain is sore and tired#oh well!#writing#drarry#hp fic#drarry fic#draco/harry#harry/draco
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It had been literal years since Harry had seen him, it shouldn’t still feel like this.
Looking at Draco Malfoy while he swanned around the gala, not even noticing Harry’s existence, felt like he’d been hit with a bombarda to the chest. The grief, the rage, the fear, the brokenness, everything came back like it was yesterday. Like he was twenty one and desperately in love, like his entire life was oriented around another person. And the devastation of being left without a word; the empty, expansive void that filled his entire body.
He couldn’t stop watching him. Couldn’t take his eyes off his lithe form, so similar and yet different. He walked taller now, he was self assured in a way he hadn’t been. Open, smiling, like he actually knew he was worthy and it changed how he viewed other people. But he was still himself; clever and funny, still a little bashful when someone praised him.
Harry wondered what else was the same. Wondered if his mouth still tasted the same, if his hands could still make Harry’s body go pliant and his mind go blank. He wondered if he still got giggly after sex. Wondered if earl grey was still his favorite type of tea. If he still hated tequila. Wondered what Harry’d done wrong and how he could have messed up badly enough that Draco left after three years together without a word.
It was inevitable that he found himself following Draco when he went to the men's room, a moth to a flame that would incinerate it and leave its charred smoking remains in a pile of ash. Locking the door behind him, he waited, leaning against the row of sinks until Draco emerged from the stall. There was barely a hitch in his step, barely a flash of recognition in those silver eyes when he looked at Harry.
"Not even a hello?" he asked, suddenly incensed at Draco for ignoring him, at himself for setting himself up for this.
"Hello, Potter," he said evenly. "Enjoying yourself at this fine Ministry Gala?"
"Fuck you," he hissed.
Draco turned and raised an irritatingly perfect eyebrow at him, "Was a hello not what you wanted?"
And Harry saw it, the flicker in his eyes that meant he knew he'd asked the wrong question. "Not what I wanted," he repeated, throat tight and eyes stinging. "Not what I wanted?" He shook his head, "when have you ever cared about what I wanted?"
"Right," Draco said. "Terribly sorry that this Gala helps to fund my research and I had to be here tonight for my job." He said it calmly, devoid of any of the emotions that were racing under Harry's skin. "If you'll excuse me," he said, starting past Harry and moving toward the door, "I'll just get out of your way."
Harry's hands were on him before he even knew what he was doing, shoving him back against the door and pinning him there. "Seven years, Draco. Seven years and not a single word."
"Let me go," he said, voice still unerringly calm.
He shook his head, "No. Not until you-" he broke of, chest heaving as he fought for control, as he fought to get a breath.
"Until I what?" he asked.
"Not until you tell me why," Harry said, voice shaking. "Not until you give me the reason that you threw away three years together without a single. fucking. word."
He just stared at him, still not giving him a word.
"Tell me," he said, begged really, "just. Give me something. Give me some closure. Let me move on."
"Nothing is stopping you from moving on," he replied steadily.
He growled, "Fucking hell, Draco. Just tell me-"
"You're hurting me," the other man said, pressing a palm against Harry's chest.
Harry loosened his grip, "You hurt me," he whispered. "You tore out my entire heart when you fucked off and left. You left this giant, gaping sink hole of a wound in my chest that has never closed, never healed right. It always fucking hurts."
He shook his head, eyes suspiciously bright.
"Tell me," Harry demanded. "Tell me what I did. Tell me how you stopped loving me. Tell me why you left. I would have given you anything, I would have done anything, would hav-"
"I know!" Draco exploded, his voice sharp and furious, and Harry reveled in it, in his loss of composure. "I know that you would have and I didn't want you to."
"What?" he asked.
Draco shoved him off, "Let go of me." He tried to turn and get the door open but Harry grabbed him and spun him around again.
"What do you mean?"
"Let go!" he demanded, pushing roughly at him.
"No," he replied stubbornly. "You owe me this much, at least."
"I owe you nothing," Draco hissed, voice low.
Harry released his grip on the other man, body involuntarily taking a step back as he shrunk in on himself, curling away from him. "Fine," he whispered, wishing he could sink into the floor, wishing he could just disappear, wishing for anything that would take the pain away.
The other man sighed and Harry could hear him straightening his robes before he pulled open the door. "I owe you nothing because the cost of leaving was too high in the first place," he said.
And Harry's head filled with a thousand questions, he looked up but Draco had already left. Rushing out after him, Harry caught him just at the end of the hall. They were in plain sight of everyone at the Gala, if they cared to look their way, but Harry couldn't have cared less. "What?" he asked, maneuvering so that he was in front of the other man. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Everyone can see you," Draco said, voice low so no one would hear, his face impassively blank in a way that Harry detested; it made something go funny in his chest, the desire to break him from that shell, to muss him up, to kiss him until he was breathless and smiling, color high on his cheeks.
"I don't care." He shook his head, "For fuck's sake Draco. I don't care what any of them think. Please," he whispered. "Please just," he let out a rush of air that he'd been holding too tight in his lungs. "Please."
"Not here," he said, glancing around the room very clearly trying to clock who'd noticed them talking.
He nodded eagerly, "tell me where and when."
Draco looked at him, actually looked at him, his eyes moving over Harry's face like a caress. "Mac's, 9:00 pm."
He spun off and left Harry standing there, staring at the wall. He hadn't been to Mac's in seven years, not since Draco'd left.
The rest of the Gala couldn't go quickly enough and Harry found himself leaving before he really needed to but he couldn't help it; he couldn't stand and talk to one more person that he had no interest in talking to. Not to mention the torment of watching Draco swan about, wooing donors; Harry's heart couldn't take it.
Flooing home to change into a green jumper and a pair of jeans before heading to the diner seemed like the only reasonable course of action.
The neon clock behind the counter revealed he was only ten minutes early and he mentally congratulated himself on taking up as much time as he had.
"Well bless my soul," the waitress, Barb if Harry remembered right, said. "I haven't seen you in ages. Look how you've grown."
"And you look just the same, lovely as ever," Harry replied, smiling at her. It was true, she wore the same blue dress and apron, hair pulled back in a bun, still had the same blue eye shadow.
"Flatterer," she accused, but she looked pleased. "Where's your young man?" she asked, leading him back to the corner booth that they'd always preferred and for a moment Harry's heart twisted painfully in his chest.
"Coming, I hope," he said.
She nodded, eyes full of understanding, "Now, don't tell me," she said. "You're a strawberry shake and he's-" she broke off, brow furrowing in concentration.
"A chocolate malt," he said at the same time as another voice behind her.
Both he and Barb looked up to find Draco standing behind her, hands shoved into the pockets of his impeccably tailored trousers, top button on his black dress shirt unbuttoned. He looked like he'd stepped straight out of a muggle magazine, hair just a little disheveled but devastatingly handsome. Harry could barely breathe around how fucking gorgeous he was, how badly he wanted him.
"But if I'm being honest," he said, "I haven't had that much sugar in ages. I should probably-"
"Nonsense," she said, shooing him into the booth across from Harry. "Reunions always require something of the old to mix with the new."
Before either of them could respond to that, she bustled off to the kitchen, leaving the two of them staring awkwardly at one another.
"Draco-" he started just as the other man began with "Look-"
Harry shook his head and gave a little chuckle, running his fingers through his curls and tucking them behind his ear, "Go ahead," he offered.
Squaring his shoulders, Draco began again, "Agreeing to come here with you was a moment of weakness."
"A moment of weakness?" Harry interrupted.
Draco glared at him, "Yes. I'm really not interested in having this conversation. I'm not interested in rehashing everything that happened."
He took a slow breath, "I deserved a good bye," he said eyes stinging.
"Excuse me?" he asked, sounding a bit taken aback.
Barb came over and deposited their shakes and a platter of nachos between them. "I'll just be tidying up," she said. "Over there," she added pointedly. "Don't be shy if you boys need anything."
Harry waited until she was a reasonable distance away from their table before he said, "Listen, I don't need to know why you left. You're right, you don't owe me that. So even though I'd like to know, even though it kills me not to know what happened, what I did wrong," he broke off, shaking his head. "You can have your own reasons and I don't have to know them. But I deserved a good bye."
Those grey eyes, the ones he'd spent countless hours staring into, the ones he'd dreamt of more times than he could count, stared at him like he couldn't comprehend what he was saying.
"I loved you, Draco," he said softly, the truth splitting the wounds in his heart open wide. "I loved you more than anything, I would have done anything, I would have given you anything. If you'd told me you needed to leave, I would have been heartbroken, but I would have let you." He took a deep shuddering breath, "but I deserved a good bye."
"I couldn't," Draco said simply. He started to slide toward the edge of his bench but Harry reached out.
"Damn it, Draco," he said. "Sit down. Please. If you ever loved me-"
"If I ever loved you?" he asked and finally his exterior cracked. "If I ever loved you?" he repeated incredulously. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"What the fuck is wrong with me?" he repeated, blood pressure rising.
"Yes, you fucking idiot! What do you mean 'if I ever loved you'?" He shook his head, "How can you possibly imagine that my leaving wasn't out of love for you?"
"Because it wasn't!" he exclaimed.
"Yes it was."
He shook his head, "There's no way in hell," he said. "It wasn't for me because you leaving completely destroyed me. You leaving left me in a state of depression that made me wish I was dead. For fucking months. I went to therapy; I still go to therapy, you leaving still comes up. Regularly. There was nothing about that choice that was good for me.”
“How do you imagine that relationship would have ended?”
Harry shook his head, “I don’t know. I’ve been too preoccupied with dealing with the fall out of how it actually ended to wonder how it might have ended otherwise.”
He sighed, rubbing his forehead in a gesture that Harry had seen enough to know that he was getting a tension headache. He wondered if scratching his fingers through the hair at the back of his head still helped, wondered if rubbing his neck still eased the pain. "That relationship would have ended with you hating me."
"Right," he said. "So glad we avoided that outcome."
"Do you hate me?" he asked, looking at Harry like the answer mattered to him.
He let out a breath, "I wanted to. It would have been easier if I could have."
Draco nodded, "And I wouldn't blame you if you did, but I didn't want to stick around for that." He sighed, "Look, we couldn't have kept living in the shadows. Coming out to muggle restaurants, sharing a bed, living on the edge of the world and hoping that we didn't get caught."
"Draco, I would have come out with you. If you'd wanted to tell people, I would have. Godric. How little can you possibly think of me that-?"
He shook his head, "That's my point. You would have come out, you would have told the world, and we would have lived under the proverbial shit storm that rained down on us. Constant harassment, we'd be the front page of every newspaper. I had to leave the country to get accepted into a training program that would accept me as it was."
"And?" Harry asked, "I'm not new to the media shit-show."
Draco looked at him, eyes sad like he could see something that Harry couldn't. "You're not, that's the point. Harry," he said, and the way that he said his name felt like Harry's heart was being ripped open, "you deserved time to heal. You deserved a shot at a normal life. You deserved to be happy. You deserved so much-"
"That wasn't your choice to make!" Harry exclaimed. "What I deserved, what would make me happy; it wasn't your decision. Not without me at least. Because it didn't make me happy. You made me happy."
"But I wouldn't have," he said. "It was the only way. For both of us. I needed to get my life together. I'm brilliant," he said, and somehow it didn't sound cocky, it was just a statement of fact. "Harry, I'm so good at my job. I'm so good at developing potions and magic that is helping people in ways we couldn't have imagined even five years ago."
"I know," Harry replied. "I've followed your career. I've read your articles."
The little smile that curved Draco's mouth shouldn't have felt like that still, it shouldn't have made him feel like his heart expanded four sizes. "And you needed to find your life outside of me. It felt like you hated everything, like you wanted to burn the entire world, everything outside of our bed. And I was never going to be enough to fill that need."
"You were," he said, throat burning. "Draco, I would have supported you. I would have given you anything-"
"I know. And I couldn't let you." He shook his head, "Leaving you," Draco looked down at his hands where they were clenched on the table. "Circe, Harry, it nearly killed me. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. I meant what I said about the cost of leaving being too high. I wanted to give you the life you deserved.”
“All I wanted was you,” he replied.
“I know. And don’t you see why that is a problem? Harry, if all you wanted was me, how could I ever be enough? When all of your dreams, or goals, or aspirations revolve around me,” he shook his head. “I wanted more for you.”
“I didn’t mean to put pressure on you-”
He nodded, “I know. But by the end, neither of us even knew how to be a complete person on our own.”
“Three years of shared life will do that to a person,” he replied blandly.
“I’m sorry I hurt you,” he said, and Harry couldn’t count the number of times that he’d wished to hear those words. “I am. But I would do it again.”
The dried, brittle remains of his heart crumbled in his chest. “Right.”
Draco’s hand reached across the table and covered Harry’s, and Harry stopped breathing. “You might be right,” he said. “You probably deserved a good bye. But if I’d given one to you, if I’d even tried, I never would have been able to leave you.”
He opened his mouth to reply but Draco continued.
“I’m not a brave man, I’ve never been well versed in denying myself what I wanted. But I had to give us a chance. I had to give us both the chance to grow into the men we needed to become. I had to give you the chance to be happy.”
“Is that what you think I am?” Harry asked. “Happy?”
Draco blinked, “Well, yes.” His eyebrows furrowed, “you run multiple successful charities that are doing immeasurable good. You’re always in the Prophet with some new witch or wizard gazing adoringly at you-”
“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” he said bluntly. “Some events require a plus one, so,” he shrugged. “But I still sleep on the left side of the bed. I still unconsciously check to make sure the covers aren’t bunched under me when I roll over because my body got used to not wanting to take them from you.
“Yes, I run my charities,” he continued. “I attend ministry functions. I visit my godchildren and hang out with friends. Yes. I do the duties set before me in my life and I make time for people I love.” He shook his head, “but no one who knows me would say that I am happy.”
Draco stared at him uncertainly.
“It never made sense,” Harry continued. “I couldn’t figure out what I’d done wrong, how I’d fucked up so badly. I loved you so much, I wanted what was good for you, and I came to terms with that not being me. But for you to tell me it was for me,” he blew out a breath and shook his head. “Whatever you may think, that wasn’t what was good for me.”
No words came out of the other man’s mouth, and Harry decided he’d probably tortured him long enough.
He rapped his knuckles on the table and stood, dropping some money for the bill before murmuring, “good bye, Draco. I hope your life is everything that you wanted.”
Then he all but fled the diner, desperate to be anywhere that wasn’t there. His heart couldn’t take it. Maybe Draco has been right and a conversation only made things worse.
Before he could get to the alley down the street, the one he and Draco had stood in more times than Harry could count to snog until one of them got too horny and apparated them back to Harry’s bed, he heard the sound of footsteps chasing him down the sidewalk. And he would have recognized those footsteps anywhere, could have picked out Draco’s gait out of any line up. “What-” he began, turning toward him.
But he was interrupted by Draco cupping his face and kissing him, his body surging against Harry’s.
Harry didn’t waste this moment, he grabbed onto the other man and pulled him in, kissing him back with all of the heart ache, all of the desire and love that he hadn’t been able to give him when he’d left.
Draco pressed him back against the wall, caging Harry in and making him feel kept and held. “I’m sorry,” Draco managed into the kiss. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head, trying to just draw him back into the kiss, he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want anything but this moment; Draco in his arms, bodies pressed together, not a space between them.
But he pulled back and Harry felt bereft. “Forgive me,” he pleaded. “I really believed I was doing the right thing-”
“Draco-”
He shook his head, pressing a trembling finger to Harry’s lips, “there hasn’t been anyone else for me but you either,” he confessed. “Harry,” he broke off, a tear sliding down his cheek, “you are the love of my life. I wanted you to be happy.” He broke, tears spilling down his face. “I’m so sorry. I’m such an idiot.”
“You’re brilliant,” Harry echoed back to him.
“Forgive me,” he whispered. “If you meant it, when you said you weren’t happy here,” he started, “come with me. Salazar, I know it sounds crazy.” He shook his head, “but I’ve hated every single moment of not being with you. I love you.” He pressed his forehead to Harry’s, “I love you so much. Come back to France with me. We can start a new life there. I know it sounds crazy-”
“Yes,” he interrupted him. “Godric, yes. Let me come with you. Let me stay with you.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” Draco cried, tears still pouring down his face. “You don’t know-”
“I know you,” he replied, holding Draco’s face in his hands to kiss him. “Yes, this is fast and sudden, and I’m sure we’ll have more than one fight about it. But I love you too. I have spent the last seven years wishing you’d walk back into my life, I’m not about to waste that opportunity now.”
“Come back to my hotel with me?”
He shook his head, “come back to our flat?” he whispered. “Come sleep in our bed?”
“You stayed?”
He nodded, “it was ours. I didn’t want to leave behind all I had left of you. And if you ever decided to come back,” he broke off. “Well, I wanted to be there.”
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, “take me home,” he whispered.
“Home is anywhere, as long as I’m with you.”
#drarry#love#reconciliation#break up and make up#light angst#happy ending#the author is not dead#just living life with its highs and lows#I’m working through a lot right now. writing is hard because it’s all coming out sideways.#I hope this isn’t as terrible as it feels 😅
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#dramionemonth
Day 21: ministry gala (free day)
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#dramione#draco x hermione#dramione fanart#hermione x draco#dramione ship#dramione fanfic#draco malfoy#hermione granger#dramione month
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Draco and Hermione gravitate towards each other, have been for all the years they've worked together. This year's Ministry Christmas Gala might finally shift things forward.
For the DHr Advent fest x
#dramione fanart#hermione granger#draco malfoy#dramione#dhr advent#my first year invited 🥺#thank you everyone who nominated me 🫂#mio#dramione mio#myart
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K concept~ The Queen of Queendom of Rose: Rose Rouge II
Huuh I wasn't expecting so soon a Queendom of roses event.....*also seeing Malleus's mommyy..gaww Mallenoa...Mallenoire.....huuuh)
Anyway I though it was a good time to share my own vision of the Queen!
-Information-
Full Name - Rose Rouge II
Nicknames - Rosie
Age - 68
Home Country - Queendom of Roses
Hair Colour - Red
Eye Colour - Red
Height - 168 cm
Relationship Status - Married- 8 children
Personality - Absurd, kind and strict
Unique magic - Unknown
“Oh oh oh oh, it's tea time! Ladies, gentlemen put your teacup!!”
-Trivia-
Dominate Hand - Right
Favourite Food - Tea Party
Least Favourite Food - Snails
Likes - Her queendom, her subject, rabbit, and magic being with fairies
Dislikes - Rude people, racism against magical being
Hobbies - Tea parties, beautiful set invitation handmading and gardening
Talents - Croquet
”I will not tolerate such behavior against magic related, next time it will be OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”
Her personality is bubbly, absurd, crazy but she is one of the kindest person you could met.
The Rouge legacy has a deep connection with Briar Valley, they still protect and deeply respect magical being.
The Queen knows the name of every subjects in her Queendom. Making people calling her "Big Head" outside of the country. Her country is also feared for all absurdity you could find there.
She hides a tea set in her dress, ready to claim tea time whenever she wants.
The fairy Gala takes place every year in her town, but once it happened at NRC... Rose cried for about a month and kept calling Crowley to sue him!! Asking him "What's the difference between a crow and a desk?" before hunging up.
She uses affectionate pronoun like darling to everyone.
She doesn't let peoples finish their sentences and is too engrossed in her own fantasy.
She considered herself a closed aquaintance to Queen Maleficia, she also visits Briar valley quiet often (for a human) but Maleficia always kept her staying short and send her back with a boat full of roses.
She wants peace beetween inter species. And defy magical authority (Magic ministry) to let magic runs free along everyone here, she is also the first queen to have adknowledged the right to "alchemy being born baby" under supervisions and strict rules.
Her fashion designer is the Devil's house, with Cruella De Vil and her nephew Divus Crewel.
She's twisted from The Queen of Heart and the King of Heart.
She's a mage but doesn't use magical stone, her use of magic is based on former magic regulation lost during "the lost century".
She has 8 childrens, 4 pairs of twins.
She loves her husband but sometimes forgets him or doesn't see him right next to her.
Rose Rouge concept done by me
#twisted wonderland#k imeart#the queen of the queendom of rose#Rose Rouge II#trust me she sued crowley every hours for a month...
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LOCATION: the ninth annual ministry gala.
STATUS: open. ( @startertms )
it’s supposed to be a tale as old as time. ⸺ cinderella shall go to the ball and meet her prince. that’s what andie thought when a smooth - talking ministry worker invited her to be their plus one, but as the evening goes on, the realization she might’ve been blinded by the possibility of a grand evening is sinking in, because date is suddenly looking more like the frog you kiss before prince charming, rather than prince charming themself. hand swirls the drink she’s been nursing a solid hour, while eyes blink away the boredom at watching said date flirt with the THIRD guest of the evening server right in front of her. " congratulations, macnair, you’ve done it again. " words are muttered more to herself than anyone in particular, rubbing two fingers against temple. how does this always happen to her? turning away from the show, she heaves a sigh, throwing back champagne. " you wouldn’t happen to know where the nearest exit is, would you? " this time, she does speak to the person standing closest, not even attempting to hide her utter disdain for this evening. " i don’t think i can wait until midnight before i turn back into a pumpkin. "
#nox.start#nox.event036#i wasn't gna randomly put andie here BUT#i need more stuff for my girl <3#and it seemed fun to keep in the spirit of the event#𝐢. 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸻ andie marisol macnair.#𝐢. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭. ⸻ the ninth annual ministry gala.#𝐢. 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ⸻ the ministry of magic.
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