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mono-chromia · 8 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

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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."

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.

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mono-chromia · 8 months

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Word count: 520

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Draco loves beating Harry at things, yet Harry somehow always seems to win anyway.

Draco thinks maybe he could practise it now. Just to see how it feels. To make sure he gets it right when he does it for real next time.

It's very late. He'd woken up from sleep, opening his eyes and seeing Harry in his bed. Harry's bed. Their bed. Whatever.

It's not that he's afraid, or anything. Of what Harry might think? The bigger part of Harry's mind is made up of love hearts with Draco's name on them, the rest is fart jokes. So. It's not that.

It's that Draco really, really wants to beat Harry to it, and he's pretty sure he's running out of time, but every time he gets close to it he starts feeling a bit like an overexcited dog that's been given a high value treat. Always wanting to save it for later, because only the first time can be the first time.

He wonders if Harry is dreaming, and if Draco does it now (to practice) if he'd know. Draco thinks that would be fun.

"I love you."

It hangs in the sleep-warmed air for maybe half a second, long enough for Draco to wish Harry had heard it, because it feels dead nice to have it out there, and then Harry's mouth twitches. Tensing, trying to suppress a smile. Blood rushes to Draco's face.

"Oh, fuck right off, Harry. You're such a twat."

Harry's mask breaks, grin spreading over his face, cracking one eye open. Draco scowls at his chipped canine.

"Oh, don't be cross with me," says Harry, reaching out to pull Draco closer. "It's hardly a secret, is it?" He pushes his nose up against Draco's, smiling all sweet and infuriating, so Draco turns to hide his face into the pillow.

"I take it back, actually. Changed my mind."

Harry laughs, and Draco thinks the sun would sound the same if it had a voice. Harry pushes even closer, smushing his face into Draco's and misplacing kisses, trying to get to his mouth where it's hidden in the pillow.

"Oh come now, Draco, you can't do that! I thought it was sweet. You're sweet. My sweetheart."

Draco grumbles.

"Can, too. And 'm not your sweetheart."

"Are, too. Come on. Tell me again. I know you want to. I'll say it back."

Draco turns his face an inch to look sideways at Harry with one eye.

"No."

Harry raises one eyebrow at him.

"Okay. Then I'll do it. I lo–"

Draco lunges up and clamps a hand over Harry's mouth.

"No! I love you! I love you."

Harry's eyes crinkle with mirth over Draco's hand, and he kisses the palm over his mouth. Draco glares at him.

"Oh, for fucks sake. You had me walk right into that one. I hate you."

He drops his hand and Harry moves in to press a kiss to his mouth.

"You loooooove me," he singsongs, "and I loooooove you right back."

Draco chews on his cheek but the smile escapes him anyway.

"Really?"

The question is inane, but he can't help himself. Harry kisses him again, two lovesick grins pressed together.

"Really really."

#drarry microfic #microfic #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fluff #love confessions #banter #writemonowrite

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mono-chromia · 1 year

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Wear and tear

a Drarry microfic

Harry destroys the books he reads; cracks the spines, dog ears the pages, curls the covers and scribbles in the margins.

At first, Draco mistakes it for carelessness and disregard, but it couldn't be less so. Harry touches the things he loves, again and again; these books know him and they wear the signs.

Once Draco learns what to look for, it becomes unmistakable.

Mono's first attempt at a microfic, with special thanks to @thehoneybeet for peer pressuring me into posting it.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #hp fanfic #drarry fanfic #writemonowrite

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mono-chromia · 8 months

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I don't know why I am

the way I am

not strong enough to be your man

A little diptych inspired by Not Strong Enough by Boygenius.

Word count: 760

Thank you @basiatlu for being the perfect soundboard ♡︎

Banner drawn and animated by me.

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#drarry #drarry microfic #drarry fic #hp fandom #hp fanfic #harry james potter #writemonowrite #draco lucius malfoy #drarrymicrofic #drarry fanfic #songfic #music fic #boygenius

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mono-chromia · 8 months

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OK FUCK I'LL DO IT DANG

Get to know me! (Some more)

thank you @elskanellis for the tag, as well as @basiatlu for tagging also and then consequently peer pressuring me into posting the cancellable offence that is my first ship....

Three ships: besides Drarry forever and ever and ever? Stede and Ed from OFMD, the Good Omens Ineffable Husbands, and Reylo, but honestly mostly just Ben Solo/Kylo with whomever because reading about cishet women makes me dysphoric lol

First ship: .......................Larry Stylinson..........i will not fucking elaborate

Last song: I'm Not Like Alice by SkyeChristy, lovingly shared with me by Basia, thank you poppet, I'm obsessed with this song (and the EP it's on)

Last movie: The last movie I watched all the way through was I think Oppenheimer, but more recently I watched parts of Twilight and Puss In Boots: The Last Wish (which is without a doubt the best fucking movie Dreamworks ever made, go fucking watch that shit, it's on par with Spiderverse and I don't say that lightly!!!)

Currently reading: Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by fencer_x, having a little book club with Basia about it and it's delightful!!

Currently watching: nothing tbh, I'm waiting with bated breath for OFMD S2 I'm shaking

Currently writing: I'M NOT CURRENTLY AT LIBERTY TO SAY

I genuinely do not know any people here who haven't done this one yet so... I will break the tag chain and if it unleashes years of misfortune upon me than so be it. If I die I die.

#get to know me #tag games #writemonowrite

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