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I love how Remus was all like "i'm too old" bc Tonks probably had to hear that hundred of times so in the end, just when he's getting into a really low mood, she just went *metamorphmagus powers activate* and suddenly she looks like she's 150 and tells him "What do you mean, young boy?" And then he can't help but laugh, but tried to hide it and continues: "And I'm too poor", and Tonks, still looking like an old lady, just throws her AUROR badge to his forehead. "I have a job. It pays well. You can- i don't know, read books at home and take care of the baby? Cook? I'm bad at it, Moody does the cooking during our missions. He's bad at it too. We eat lots of chips." Then she morphs to look like moody and yells "CONSTANT VIGILANCE! AND CHIPS!".
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Hi!! I really like this blog and I’ve had a scene from a fanfic stuck in my head for weeks and I still can’t find it. I don’t know if it’s drarry as professors or as 8th year students but it’s them being forced by McG. to write 10 things that have in common, and Draco writes an 11th thing saying that they are in love but harry doesn’t know it yet. Can you and your followers help me find it please?
Hello nonnie~ This sounds familiar but I can't find it either. Hope my lovely followers can help you :)
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ETA: Thank you for your help, @thereaderarchive ♥
Harmonised Consciousness by @tali-zora [E, 24k]
► This time it's a spell gone wrong in Charms that will bring our two favourite boys together. ~ 2015.09
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How about...?
• for @romionemicrofic prompt: Rose | words: 289 | Rated: G
'How about Elmer?'
"Elmer? Is he barmy?"
'Banned', Hermione writes. 'And I told you I think it's a girl.'
'Fine. Elmerina then.'
'B A N N E D', she writes in bold letters, snickering in the solitude of her office, quiet at this late hour. She knows he's kidding at this point. She bites her lips, she has an idea.
'How about Molly? I'd like it to have a connection with our family.' She waits restlessly.
'Not possible, sorry. Percy bagsied that one long ago.'
'He bagsied a name?'
'Look, when you have many siblings and everything is- well, everyone's, you have to take what you can. We divided the names so no one had to be called Bilius again.'
'It's not that bad.' She says, but it is.
'Why not Marie, like your mum?'
'We already added it to the list. Is there something Molly likes?'
'Besides fattening Harry and getting rid of her sons' ponytails?' Hermione rolls her eyes. Ron's been growing his hair to Molly's dismay. 'She likes gardening'.
"A name inspired by nature..." Hermione mutters to herself. She has always loved flowers. She even charmed her bridal bouquet (made of white, blush pink and pale blue roses) from her wedding to never wilt- oh, the baby kicks.
'How about Rose?' Ron writes. 'Rose Marie Granger-Weasley. It's pretty, and I know it starts with an R, but we can name our second with H. Hibiscus Bilius Granger-Weasley has a nice ring to it.'
Hermione smiles, and the baby inside her moves, too.
'Banned', she writes. 'Our second will not be called Hibiscus. Rosie agrees with me.'
"So... Rose it is?" Ron says from the door, parchment and quill in hand. He smiles brightly, blue eyes teary.
#romione#romione microfic#hermione granger#ron weasley#rose granger weasley#hp fanfic#hp fic#thereaderarchive writes
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Birthday promises
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Mermaids ♫ | words: 95
"Listen to me, Potter." He barely stays on his feet, yet his pronunciation is precise, if a little slower. "I'll ask you one day."
They haven't spoken in years. Malfoy arrived at the pub two hours ago with his posh friends singing Happy Birthday every thirty minutes.
"Ask me what?"
"To marry me."
Harry licks his lips. He doesn't know a thing about Malfoy's life. Does he have a job? How drunk is he? Will he remember by morning? Is this a threat or...?
"You promise?" Harry asks, feeling hungry for something they don't have.
A little something for the birthday boy.
#drarry microfic#drarry#draco malfoy#harry james potter#pining draco#thereaderarchive writes#birthday promises
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Comfort
• for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt: comfort (dec'23) | words: 248
It's dark and cold. Always. Maybe some days it isn't... who cares when the cold is already part of him, rotting him painfully slowly... boringly slowly. Today is one of those days he's not even strong enough to change into a dog. There have been more days like these lately... how long has it been already? He could easily give up.
On days like these, there is not even a smidgen of happiness to scratch. He enters a trance hearing a leak, or the crawling of a bug, or the erosion of the walls -maybe his imagination-. Sometimes he thinks the walls will disintegrate in his sleep and will swallow him whole, the sea will rise too, drinking him in one big gulp. Gone. Forgotten. What a waste of a life.
"You are not a waste, you are brilliant."
His voice is so painfully clear that it seems as if he is still by his side. Sirius keeps his eyes closed, recognizing a memory for what it is. James' ghost spread out on his bed after his mother sent another howler after another detention. The whole school knows how disappointed she is. He feels like a failure and a waste, the disposable son staining the great family line again.
"Shhh... You're brilliant, Sirius, you're brilliant," James used to say, arms around his body, head in the dip of his neck, warm lips on his ear blocking the echo of his mother's shrieks- blocking the dementors and inmates' cries.
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Birthday promises, part 2.
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: changes (may'23) | words: 278 | read part 1 HERE.
"You haven't said it," Harry says when they finally arrive home, feeling petulant. It's close to midnight, and they haven't seen each other all day. Even Midge from the cafeteria remembered his birthday.
"Hey, Potter," Draco says, hugging him from behind, placing his head on Harry's shoulder. "Would you marry me?" He whispers in Harry's ear, sending a shiver running down his body. He turns in Draco's arms, mouth open wide in surprise. Draco waits with a practised pleasant smile, but Harry knows him too well. There is something in his eyes… fear, maybe?
Of what? They've been together for over a decade. A month after Malfoy's birthday- oh.
"Oh. You're asking."
"I'm asking," Draco says, burying his nose in Harry's neck, his mouth warm leaving a soft kiss there. "I promised, didn't I?"
Harry remembers that day, from a time when he didn't know if Draco had a job (he had, as a broom designer at the time or, as Pansy called it, harassing the Nimbus' owners with doodles until he got an entry job as a carpenter for a few years); or if he was drunk (he was).
"Would you give me an answer sometime this century?" He asks, still hiding in Harry's neck. He's nervous, Harry notices.
"Yes. I'll marry you. Of course, I do. I do." Harry says, kissing Draco's face. Draco squeezes him harder before stepping back, going down on one knee and taking a little box from his pocket. Harry knows Draco handcrafted the wood ring himself.
"It's beautiful." Not only that, it feels… magical when it touches Harry's skin. "What type of wood is it? Seems familiar."
"Hawthorn. Happy birthday, Harry."
A little something for the other birthday boy.
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#harry james potter#believe me he's been wanting to ask harry that since BEFORE they started dating#if he doesn't turn his old wand that changed allegiance into an engagement ring to ask you to marry him then he doesn't deserve you#thereaderarchive writes#birthday promises
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Ch.55: Truth
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: truth (jan'23) | words: 122 | all chapters / prev / next | rated: E
It feels strange, a bit uncomfortable, a bit invasive. Open in ways he has never let himself be. Vulnerable. Yet for a moment there, he watches from afar, fixating on his every gesture. The frown on his brows, the mouth open in concentration, the soothing circles of his thumb over his hip, the bob of his throat working. How every five seconds he asks if he's hurting him. Draco's painstakingly slow, dragging his fingers like Harry is made of delicate porcelain, dropping kisses on overheated skin like prayers.
It's mesmerizing and lovely, but bloody hell, Harry wants him. Needs him—this exact moment.
"Draco," Harry says between his teeth. "Fuck. Me. Now."
"But- maybe you need more prep-"
"Now, for fuck's sake."
Read part 1 Here.
#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#drarry#harry james potter#draco malfoy#dmhp#top draco malfoy#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love#i just dropped the thirsty chapters before the ron and astoria shenanigans and the sad chapters bc why not#the ending is so close
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Spiders
• for @romionemicrofic prompt: Beginnings | words: 623 | Rated: G
Ron had an awful day. The worst. One of those days that make him question every decision and road he took to get to this point in his life. Two young siblings died in crossfire in battle after an (allegedly) routine stakeout. Moreover, Harry was hurt, Robards scold them for impulsiveness and threatened to separate their partnership, and he hasn't eaten all day. He is a mess, tired, aching and wants to cry.
He enters Harry's hospital room and crashes on the chair. Harry is asleep, and Ron rests his head on the bed beside his best friend's hand. Quick steps are heard followed by a bang on the door that's opened before Ron can muster the strength to raise his head and Hermione is there, gaping and dropping all the papers, files and books in her hands.
"Harry? Ron, is he-?"
"He's fine, asleep under potions, the healers said he needs rest," he says waving his wand and summoning all Hermione's things to stack them neatly on the bedside table.
"Oh... fucking hell," she says starting, "I was scared shitless thinking you both were..." she waves a hand. Ron snorts at her swearing and lifts himself to kiss her on the forehead and lets her sit next to Harry to give her the opportunity to check on him herself.
"Just resting. Did you eat anything today?"
"Oh- um, no, I don't think so. There is this problem with- argh- the Wizengamot is opposing the-I've been in reunions all day and-" she stutters when her mind is quicker than her mouth, Ron smiles.
"I'll get you something, wait here," he says taking his robes from the back of the chair and putting them on.
"Ronald, don't move."
He doesn't have time to react before she's slapping him on the shoulder. It hurts. Ron has always suspected that carrying so many books was an exercise for her, she's surprisingly strong.
"What the- Hermione!"
"Spider," she says apologetically, showing him her palm with a crushed spider.
"Oh," he takes her hand and looks at it for a minute.
Two siblings died. Harry is hurt. Hermione hasn't eaten all day. He wants to cry, he is tired and hungry and the world feels too fucking heavy tonight over his shoulders and a bloody spider finds a way into his robes... but Hermione has his back.
"Marry me," he whispers.
"What-"
"I want to begin every day knowing you will be there to kill all the spiders that threaten me and I want you to know I'll be there to remind you to eat for eternity. And I want to know I'll see your face after Harry and I do something stupid. It's not the best proposal and I don't have a ring but I'll do better later- I just- I love you. You know that, don't you?"
Hermione kisses him, both palms on his cheeks, he's curved and she's on tiptoes.
"This is perfect. Yes. Yes, of course, I'll marry you. I love you, too."
They kiss again, smiling with tear-wet faces. Ron grimaces.
"You- you did clean your spider-splattered hand before touching me, right?" He asks, trying to keep his cool. The key word is 'trying'.
"Um," she said, twitching her lip. "Remember you love me, you said it just now!"
"Hermione!"
"You can't change your mind!" She says casting a scourgify over his face and her own hand. It tingles.
"Are you crying? Am I dead?" Harry asks groggily.
"Not tonight, mate," Ron smiles.
"Cool," Harry says closing his eyes.
"You'll be my best mate."
"-ready am?" Harry says, voice drawing slowly, falling asleep again.
"We'll tell him tomorrow," Hermione says, hugging Ron's middle.
Ron kisses her head, "I'll get us something to eat".
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Hazel
• for @prongsfoot-microfic prompt: colour
Sirius has calculated twenty-three synonyms for green. There have been more, of course, but he stopped counting half an hour ago. James keeps chuntering about Evans' eyes.
Green. They are bloody green—the colour of envy, Slytherin, people's faces when they get sick, he wants to shout. They aren't a landscape. Warm browns and specks of green shining through the sun.
What's so special about eyes that aren't golden?
#prongsfoot#prongsfoot microfic#sirius black#james potter#jealousy#jily#lily evans#omg i didn’t know a prongsfoot microfic blog existed i’m so happy i want to read all of them#thereaderarchive writes
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Ch.54: Changes
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: changes (may'23) | words: 100 | all chapters / prev / next | rated: E
"We could do it the other way."
"Can we?"
"Yeah. I- god, I want to feel you in me," Harry says, surprisingly shy in front of a step he has never taken. "If you want to," he adds, insecurity creeping in with Draco's silence.
"Oh fuck, yes, I want- shit- alright, let's do this, right," Draco stammers, jumping out the bed. His cock, so lovely in a nest of blond curls, perks up with interest. "What- um- what do I do?"
Harry smiles and pulls him back to bed over him. "You know what to do. First, you kiss me."
Read part 2 Here.
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#draco malfoy#harry james potter#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love
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ch. 52: Aftermath (concert 4)
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Aftermath | words: 148 | all chapters / prev / next
"Stop giving me the stinky eye, I'm eating," Ron says to Harry, a spoon not quite yet in his mouth.
"You could have told me."
"I'm sorry, ok?, I'll do it from now on," Ron says nodding. "What are we talking about?"
"Malfoy!"
"Ah, of course," he rolls his eyes. He knew this was coming. He knows Harry as the back of his hand and he noticed all the glances, the "Um… so how's been partnering with Malfoy?" And "You had lunch with Malfoy? How is everything?" Or "Wow, he keeps his side of the office quite tidy. Does he make origami still?" And "Who did you invite? Someone from the office?" Honestly, someone should learn subtlety.
"He wears muggle clothes!" Harry hisses.
"Preposterous!"
"And he listens to muggle music!"
"That bastard!"
"Stop making fun of me," Harry punctuates with a soft stinging hex.
"Stop being absolutely bonkers."
Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love#supportive ron is very importat to me but absolutely done w harry over malfoy is way more important#i also wrote this long ago bc i actually have like 50 ch ready but not time to grammar check#also many of those ch are w astoria and ron making plans and maybe i shouldn't tag drarrymicrofic in those#they plan about drarry ofc tho
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A few thoughts on Snape, Slughorn (and a bit of James and Fleamont Potter).
Imagine young Severus Snape who loves magic, because we know that, Snape loves magic so much he creates new spells as a teenager, a Snape whose biggest desire is to leave his home to go to Hogwarts and learn and find his place in the world. A Snape that loves every class but has a little special place in his heart for potions because you don't need a wand!
Potion ingredients are expensive and rare, sure, and Snape's family is quite poor. Still, his mother makes him drink simple potions when he's feeling ill so maybe she has a little emergency stash (I imagine as a first aid kit) and he consoles himself with the thought that during the holidays he will be able to practice potions at home (with Lily, too!)
Imagine Snape hearing about the Slug Club. A club for the best potions students with promising future careers, the perfect place to make connections for the future! And Snape WILL be the best potions student! He'll work harder than anyone, because if he gets to the club, if Slughorn notices him, then he would have some money, help his mum and be free of Spinner's End forever… only, Slughorn doesn't notice.
Slughorn, Severus discovers, can be a wizard with quite a lot of knowledge, but he only has eyes for promising students with a bright future… that are already well-connected. Or those that are charming enough to overcome that barrier with their personality and abilities. Like Lily, she doesn't have any previous connection to the wizarding world, but she's the brightest, and everybody loves her (he loves her, too, but they haven't talked about that). It doesn't matter that Severus is the best in class, Slughorn simply… passes beside him. He doesn't notice, or if he notices, it doesn't matter. Slughorn doesn't see a bright future for him… but he does for people like James Potter.
JAMES POTTER! Who doesn't know the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane (they are the same plant!) and can barely be awake during potions class but -and this is the worst part- has a father that's one of the most renowned potioneers from their time. And that is something Snape abhors because he admires Fleamont Potter SO MUCH. What aspiring potioneer doesn't? Although known mostly by Sleekeazy, his contributions to the field of potion-making are immense, especially with regard to the renewal in the handling of certain ingredients.
James Potter may be the best student in McGonagall's class, but he does not deserve an invitation to the Slug Club. Snape would say it, but evidently, Slughorn doesn't care to listen to anything that he has to say. He eventually gets an invitation and joins Lily (James Potter doesn't get a renewal in his, that's divine justice or something). Even older -and annoyingly posher- students notice his abilities and begin to invite him to their reunions.
He hates that James Potter torments him because every year he can see THE Fleamont Potter in the flesh waving his son goodbye and every year his hands are sweaty because he only wants to ask him for an autograph and maybe have a little chat, but Snape would NEVER let James Potter know he admires his father. He and Black would never let it go. -He is also a tad jealous because Fleamont Potter seems like a super nice dad, he seems proud of his son and, well… let's not talk about Severus' dad, suffice it to say that he didn't take Severus to King's Cross, not even once.-
Snape is not particularly happy about obtaining the Potion Master position at Hogwarts. Those are dark days of regret, but he finds a bit of enjoyment in changing all the curriculum Slughorn left. He makes students follow his own instructions and not outdated books and even changes the location of the ingredients just out of spite. He has a lot of that.
When Snape finally gets the DADA post, he only enjoys it for a week before Albus informs him that Slughorn will be back. Slughorn, who changes everything back and is using outdated books AGAIN. Slughorn, who is "oh so much better than Snape" (according to the students) and "haven't you heard? he has a club for promising students, that's a great advance in our future career" (according to more naive students).
There is no doubt in my mind that Snape despised Slughorn. He probably complained to McGonagall about him as much as McGonagall complained about Umbridge the year before.
As always, excuse any mistakes, English is not my language and I don't check these silly posts.
#severus snape#snapedom#snape and mcgonagall brotp#horace slughorn#james potter#fleamont potter#i just know sev propose Albus to take both classes when he heard about slughorn I CAN DO BOTH I CAN MAKE POTIONS WITH MY EYES CLOSED#thereaderarchive writes
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ch. 49: Different (concert 1)
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Different (jan 23) | words: 229 | all chapters / prev / next
Harry was expecting a good time, being anonymous in the warm crowd of a concert in a small venue. Okay, maybe meeting someone. It's a concert for god sake, people's spirits are uplifted and there are always beers around.
He was not expecting Malfoy's blond head, taller than others, against one of the pillars with a beer in his hand. A muggle beer, for Merlin's sake. AND Muggle clothes! Black jeans and a white shirt with the band's name! This means Malfoy listens to muggle music. That means Malfoy goes around looking like- like that! Unbelievable.
Malfoy! Everywhere! At the weekend conversations with Ron and Hermione! At birthday parties! And in his shop buying eclairs, but that one was Harry's fault, he offered first. And of course in the street and the bank, and Quidditch games. But- but he usually wears robes or a black suit. The stupid Auror robes! He never looks like- like that! Never jeans and a sleeveless shirt, and were his arms always like that? No, they didn't, he was scrawny, right? Are those arms the result of Auror training? He's thin and defined and Harry will ignore him, he will walk to the other side of the room and enjoy the band ignoring Malfoy.
"What are you up to, Malfoy?" Harry says standing next to him, five minutes later. Or three, but who's counting?
Concert Part 1 / 2 / 3 / 4
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love#this was like the third one i wrote in the whole series and never gave them a prompt#basically hjp can't stay away from dm even when he tries very hard#obviously this is when the am were still a new-ish band and they played hard and fast
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(If we survive) Birthday promises, part 3.
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: ♫The Great War (august'23) | words: 327 | cw: hints of eating disorder.
His ancestral home is haunted. Not by ghosts (Percibal Archimedes Malfoy The Third was exorcised twenty-two times before but he was gone for good the moment The Dark Lord placed one bare foot on the hardwood floor.
Draco couldn't eat the food on his plate and couldn't stomach what was happening in front of his eyes and the only thing he could hold down was lukewarm tea when the screams and the laughter were over, usually at 4 am, after the werewolves were tired enough to sleep or were gone for their last hunt. It was never over, "the house has an echo", his father said.
When his mother said her goodbyes on the platform after the holidays, Draco's first thought was "he isn't here". Greg passed him bread and Vince served him pumpkin juice, and he wouldn't touch anything besides tea but they were trying to feed him anyway. When he lifted his head, he could only notice the empty places all around him. Most muggleborns were gone. Was it his fault? He ran to the nearest sink, bile burning his throat.
"He isn't here", he whispered every night. And looking down from the tower, he wondered if he meant The Dark Lord or The Chosen One.
The air was soft and cold on his face. It reminded him of flying. It reminded him of flying against Harry Potter, Undesirable Number One, and his stomach ached with the need to play Quidditch again. He wouldn't mind losing this time.
Isn't that a funny thought for a marked man like him?
In the darkness of the tower where he saw their Headmaster die, Draco feels a pang of desire for the first time in a year. Hunger.
He closes his eyes and makes a short list:
1) Flying. Enjoying every second, finding ways to make it better.
2) Eating again. Enjoying a meal in his ancestral home.
3) Harry Potter's hand… if they survive the great war.
I wasn't planning on writing a third part, but I love that song and well, this happened. I didn't post it at the time because I was too busy to edit it but tonight I remembered this little thing, so... Here we are. You can read here the previous Birthday Promises part 1 and part 2.
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#draco malfoy#harry james potter#vincent crabbe#greg goyle#malfoy family#thereaderarchive writes#birthday promises
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Ch.61: Kind
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: kind (sept'22) | words: 164 | all chapters / prev / next
"Unbelievable!" Hermione huffs, grabbing cuddly toys and sweaters and socks from all over the floor, a basket against her hip. She's doing it without magic, a bad sign. "I don't like that woman," she says turning with an accusative finger pointing to Ron's face. Rosie imitates her from behind. Good thing she's the most adorable thing they've ever seen or she wouldn't get away with it.
"It's not her fault Malfoy is an arse."
"Uncwe Madfoy?" Rosie asks running to Ron. She misses him, he can tell.
"We are not going to her party."
"Book launch."
"Ronald! Think about Harry!"
"I am. I think she's trying to be kind."
Hermione drops the basket to the floor and without flourish, sends all the items to their rightful place. Magic. Worst sign.
"Kind is not marrying his boyfriend," she hisses with fury.
"Yeah, about that… the thing is they never did. Um so- I've been playing chess with her every week, also. Please don't jinx me."
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#drastoria#romione#rose granger weasley#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love
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Ch.56: We fell in love in October
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: we fell in love in october♫ (oct'22) | words: 263 | all chapters / prev / next
Harry should have been drinking with his friends at the pub, instead, he was being a good friend and offered to return the restricted section books for Hermione so Ron could have some alone time with her. Best fucking friend, if you ask Harry. Hermione's books were heavy and it was his idea in the first place to "simply take the books with my cloak, Hermione. After all these years, who cares about asking Pince for permission she's not gonna grant you anyway, Hermione." Harry and his big, stupid mouth and disregard for Hogwarts rules.
Those were his thoughts when he found Malfoy asleep at the back of the library, his buzzcut blond head resting on his arms crossed over a smudged parchment. This was the first time.
"Malfoy, Oi! Malfoy!" Harry hissed, but Malfoy did not move except to turn his face away. That's when Harry noticed the beauty spot hidden in his eyelid. In all these years, he had never seen it.
The second time, Harry just wanted an excuse to be anywhere except the same pub as Ginny because the breakup had been too recent. Malfoy was sleeping again, his little mole hidden. Harry noticed he hadn't been to supper.
The third time, he left fairy cakes next to Malfoy, who skipped dinner again, and Harry decided to wait for a little while, so he sat in front of him and fell asleep some minutes later. He woke up by morning alone, his body stiff and aching. Malfoy hadn't touched the fairy cakes. Bloody rude if you ask him.
#drarry#drarry microfic#drarry drabble#8th year drarry my beloved#thereaderarchive writes#giving in to the love#i'll sprinkle a little bit of romione here and there
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