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baby got back

Drarry Discord February 2021 Drabble Challenge

Prompt: Bubbles - Word Count: 283

Rating: Mature

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Draco is putting his foot down. 

Enough is enough. 

Per usual, Potter struts around the Auror Trainees’ locker room as if he owns the place.

In the nude.

As a rule, Draco has no qualms about the human body naked and on display. He, himself, is often unclothed. As he should be—he’s a fine specimen. And, by extension, the locker room is an appropriate place for wizards to congregate in various stages of undress.

But must Potter always select the shower stall within Draco’s direct line of sight?

Apparently, it’s not enough that Harry fucking Potter—Ministry darling and the bloody Chosen One—is bestowed with magic so powerful it oozes from his flawless skin and disrupts Draco’s heartbeat.

No, in addition to all the privileges graced upon him, Potter’s Golden DNA seems to have twisted within its double helix the formula for a perfect bubble butt. 

Draco stands under the shower, fingers pruning. If the daggers he stares were knuts they’d bounce right off that firm arse.

One by one, the showers turn off and the locker room empties until only he and Potter remain. 

Harry glances over his shoulder. “You got a problem, Malfoy?” Soap bubbles shunt down through the valley between plump cheeks. 

“You’re my problem.”

Harry snorts. “Kiss my arse.”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you,” Draco sneers.

Harry presses his palms against the wall and widens his stance, presenting. “I would. How about you?” 

Draco’s blood ignites, flooding his groin. In two long strides, he’s in Harry’s stall, crowding him against the tiles, grinding his erection against him.

Harry’s moan strengthens Draco’s resolve. 

Enough is enough.

But Draco discovers it’s difficult to put his foot down when he’s on his knees.

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edit! i was remiss in mentioning and thanking the sweet and lovely @dracothecupcake for the wonderful beta…mea culpa and big love, sweetness! xoxo 

january drabble || beg, borrow & steal

*CHEF'S KISS*

Just 1600 words of pure smut and nothing else.

𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

pairing - Draco Malfoy X Harry Potter

words - 338

warnings - numbness.

written for - @drarrymicrofic , prompt: Magical Creatures

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Curses were flying left and right. Hogwarts, his home─ breaking beneath his feet.

Screams and shouts echoing through the sky. Bodies littering the ground. His whole world collapsing before his eyes.

Everything he'd grown to love and care about disappearing like a flame on a worn out candle.

He saw blonde hair. Then crystal grey eyes.

He looked intently.

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He was shaking. Trembling. His green eyes dulling over. He'd been hit.

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Thump. Thump. Thump.

A blinding sensation overtook him. The world around him shifted to something more; beautiful, peaceful, quiet, dead.

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He felt cold-hard hands wrapping him in an embrace. The softness of something he couldn't describe keeping him warm, safe, loved.

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He heard a soft croon─ so gentle and sweet. Like honey to a sore throat, music to your ears, like warmth to a cold heart.

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It was beautiful. Like euphoria. The peace, the quiet, the calmness, those hands, those sounds, those eyes were what he needed. Wanted like a dream come true.

Voices. One. Just one. So smooth, so gentle, so welcoming.

So.

Alluring.

Dragging him to the end of the world like a magnet connected to static energy.

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He didn't mind. He couldn't mind, because─what was left, was gone. What was gone, was given. What was given.

Lost.

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And it was fine. Just drifting along like a piece of ply wood on top of an endless ocean.

Forever destined to be together.

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A lovely breeze flowed trough the air. Cold but there. Warm but piercing.

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Gentle fingers traced scars of remorse like the most precious thing in the world.

The occasional feeling of a pair of lips kissing his dried out and tried soul. The sound of flaps surrounding him ever so often. The sensation of want clouding him like a storm.

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It was all pleasant. Quiet and mellow. Soft and sweet. Hot and cold.

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His and His. Them and they. Want and greed.

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Together, and solus.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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WE NEED CUTE HAWWY PLEASEEEE

i go crazy everytime i read cute harry fics. i be like “YESSS YESS MORE CUTE HARRY PLEASEEE” we as a community need more cute harry content. i mean, he is cute!!! and beautiful, of course.

i love fanfic writers and i’ll love them even more if they write cute harry. thank you so much for your contributions! <3

Imagine this:

Drarry have a surrogate and anticipate the day their little one will be born.

Draco is in the library reading a book meanwhile Harry is tending to the baby’s room, perfecting it.

A sudden noise tears through the air and Harry realizes it from the floo network.

He heads over and accepts the request. It was the doctor.

“Mr. Malfoy, the baby...the baby is coming!”

“Really?!” asks Harry excitedly.

“Yes! Hurry now, you wouldn’t want to be late” responded the healer.

“Alright, we’ll be there soon!”Harry responded while hurriedly heading to the library.

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“My love!” Harry says while bursting through the library doors.

“Over here darling,” Draco responds calmly.

“We’ve got to go now! Our baby is coming!”

“Really?! Merlin, let’s go” Draco responds while summoning the things they need.

“Alright, all set up. C’mon now.” Draco says while intertwining his hand with Harry and apparating.

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[At the delivery room]

“Alright, one more push ma’am. Push!” the doctor instructed.

“You can do this Alie, we beleive in you!” Harry encourages. While him and Draco each hold her hand.

“Almost there!”

Screaming, a moment of silence, then crying.

“It’s a boy!” rejoiced the doctor.

Harry and Draco stand there in a trance, happiness coursing through their bodies. Then breaking out of the euphoria as a nurse approaches them with a tiny bundle of blankets in her arms.

“Would you like to hold him?” asks the nurse.

“Yes.” Harry responds.

The nurse then transfers the tiny newborn baby to Harry’s arms.

“He’s beautiful,” Draco speaks for the first time.

“Indeed, he looks just like you,” Harry responds to his husband while admiring the baby’s perfect structure and the mess of white blonde hair.

“Yeah, but he’ll probably be as stubborn as you are,” Draco chuckles while wrapping his arms around Harry.

“Don’t be a jerk,” chuckled Harry in return.

“What will you name him?” asked Alie.

“Scorpius. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.” Harry responds lovingly.

“What a beautiful name for a beautiful boy,” says Alie.

“Of course,” Draco calmly responds while admiring both Harry and Scorpio with loving eyes.

“Thank you Alie. Thank you for giving us yet another source of happiness and love. We appreciate it.” he spoke up again.

“My pleaseure...” she responds, watching as Draco embraces both Harry and Scorpio in loving arms.

Written for the March 2021 Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge: Please | Warnings: Fluff...a lot of it | Author’s Note: This was the first thing I wrote in over a decade. Thank you to everyone who left such lovely comments on Discord about my Drabble. And HUGE THANKS to @northstar-ofdraco for being a wonderful beta and encouraging me to submit this!

“Please?!” Scorpius hopped from one foot to the other behind Draco, a huge grin splitting his cherubic face. He rushed forward and settled himself between Harry and Draco, resting his back against his father’s knee.

“Oh, Harry, please you must say yes!” He exclaimed, bouncing in place. His small hands reached out, trembling in his excitement, as he grasped Harry’s hands where they were held gently in Draco’s.

“Harry,” Scorpius stared up at Harry with a sudden seriousness as he took a deep breath, “You have to! We can be together all the time and go visit Grandmother and go flying and eat ice cream! And you can tuck me in every night and read me stories because you do the voices so much better than Father does!” Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing aloud as Draco scoffed.

“Oh, please! Please, please, please say yes,” Scorpius begged, his eyes widening and beginning to glimmer with tears as he gazed unblinking at Harry, awaiting an answer.

Harry smiled, his eyes softening as he gently wiped away a single tear that had begun to roll down Scorpius’s flushed cheek, “Of course, Scorpius. Yes.”

“Yes!” Scorpius squealed, jumping up and wrapping his arms tightly around Harry’s neck and placing a smacking kiss to his cheek. He spun around and bestowed the same exuberant kiss upon his father, “Father, he said yes!”

“I heard,” Draco replied, laughter in his voice as he smiled at his son.

“I have to go tell Rose!” Scorpius turned around and tripped out of the room to find his best friend and tell her the news, his high voice echoing in his wake as he screamed out, “Rose! He said yes!”

Harry chuckled as he looked at Draco, still kneeling before him with the golden ring in his hand. Draco reached for Harry’s hand once more, gently kissing the tips of his fingers, “I haven’t even asked the question yet.”

Harry grinned, fingers caressing Draco’s face as he leaned down for a deep, lingering kiss. Drawing back slowly, Harry breathed out, “So ask.”

“Will you marry me, darling?”

Their lips brushed together again as Harry whispered, “Yes.”

AO3

*currently crying my eyes out*

Lie to me too

“I’m sad, Potter,” Draco said. His voice was quiet and gruff in the wavering warmth of their bedroom. He paused, and examined the useless healing potions lining the dresser top. “It’s not very fun, you know— being sad.”

As Draco’s sad fingers traced half-empty medicine vials, Harry laughed, wincing at the sharp, blooming pain in his throat and chest. He rasped, “Aw fuck, Draco. It’s okay to be sad.” He grinned, though he couldn’t feel his legs anymore. “Come here, let me see you.”

Draco walked over, stopping at Harry’s bedside. Harry felt Draco’s body heat pulsing beside him, alive. It felt nice; Harry was very, very cold.

Harry lifted a bit of his arm, and groaned with strain. “Hold me,” he said.

“There’s not much left of you to— I’ll hurt you”

“Oh fuck off, Draco. Just hold my hand. I miss feeling you.”

Draco tentatively—so tentatively—brushed against him, rubbing his thumb over Harry’s withered palm. It burned like Fiendfyre.

Draco arched a sad eyebrow. “Happy now?” His voice was clipped, abrupt— that way you talk when your throat aches and aches and you choke it back till you’re strangled.

Harry managed another grin and said, “Now, I want to tell you something”—he lowered his voice—“a secret, really.”

Draco nodded. He was crying.

“Me and Death, we’ll have a nice little chat— I’ll tell Him, ‘Let me go back; see, there’s a scrawny git who insists I come home for our Wednesday soup night, and he’s waiting for me.’ I think Death’ll send me right back to you, don’t you?” Harry laughed as his breath rattled, his muscles atrophied and vocal cords ripped raw. “Lie to me too, if you want.”

“Lie to you… I um… I only married you to avoid Azkaban, clearly.”

“Ah,” Harry smiled. “The Prophet was right all along!” His laugh warped into a bloody, hacking cough. “No, no— it’s alright, Draco. Keep holding me; I promise it doesn’t hurt.”

@drarrymicrofic prompt: Live to Tell

Draco: Stop pouting.

Harry: I'm not pouting.

Draco: Oh please. I don't even have to look at you. I can feel you pouting.

Harry: 🥺

DTH 2021: Hung (FIC)

Title: Hung Author: @acciotomriddle (leontina) Prompt: # 33 Summary: Harry accidentally catches his partner changing in the nude in their shared office, unbeknownst to Draco. Harry then finds himself in a predicament of always looking at Draco’s  body when they are together, desperately attempting to see even a morsel of what he saw in their office. After a while, Draco notices. Rating: Explicit Warning(s): Oral sex, rimming, anal sex, hung!Draco, size queen!Harry Word Count: 3200 Author’s Notes: The world needs more hung!Draco and size queen!Harry

(Hung)  

DTH 2021: Seducing Mr Potter (FIC)

Title: Seducing Mr Potter Author: @maraudersaffair Prompt: # 46 Summary: Little Scorpius struggles to control his magic. To help him, Draco hires magical specialist Harry. It’s been a few years since they’ve seen each other and Draco is shocked by how much he wants to shag Potter. Rating: Explicit Warning(s): discussion about disabilities Word Count: 8000 Author’s Notes: Thanks to my beta, L! The prompter asked for an adorable Scorpius. I hope I delivered. <3

(Seducing Mr Potter)

DTH 2021: Help! (FIC)

Title: Help! Author: enchanted_jae Prompt: #11 (There’s a ghost in Harry’s new house. The ghost is connected to the Malfoy family for some reason, so Harry had no choice but to owl Draco to end this ghostly torment.) Summary: Draco never thought Saint Potter would come to him for help, but he’s ready, willing, and able…if there’s lube involved. Rating: PG13 Word Count: 1633 Author’s Notes: Thank you to gelsey for the beta.

(Help!)

THIS IS MY NEW FAVOURITE FIC

DTH 2021: Kabedon! The ex-arch-enemy becomes the husband! (FIC)

Title: Kabedon! The ex-arch-enemy becomes the husband! Author: @bafflinghaze Prompt: # 45 - soft, smol, cute, delicate Harry and tall, strong, protective Draco. Summary: Harry was a little hermit, contentedly living his life. But everything changed when Draco re-entered his life and kabedon’ed him against the wall. From then on, his life changed into a fluffy, sweet and sometimes spicy love story. Rating: Explicit/NC-17 Warning(s): None Word Count: 17.2k Author's Notes:Thanks for the prompt, anon! I had heaps of fun writing this dramatic plot XD there’s definitely fluff that there’s also mayyyybe a tiny bit of crack 🙈🙈🙈 Beta'ed by Uphorie/Adybou!! Thank you 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 And as always, thank you to the mods for running the Draco Tops Harry fest! ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

(Kabedon! The ex-arch-enemy becomes the husband!)

technique // d.m. x h.p

warnings - pure fluff

word count - 399

for prompt technique, @drarrymicrofic

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Harry sighed, merlin why do i have a husband like this?

"HARRY I SWEAR I CAN DO IT, I SWEAR, JUST GIVE ME LIKE ANOTHER MINUTE"

Harry sighed again, "Draco darling, you've been saying this for two straight hours. Let me help you"

"NO NO I CAN DO IT, I CAN DO IT," the dough was rock hard as he stabbed it with a spatula in hopes of breaking it up.

Oh merlin why me.

"It's all about technique dray, it's not something you can just eyeball, and how many bags of flour did you use anyways?!?," Draco gulped as he started at his umm, masterpiece?

Draco sighed, mumbling "Fine, I need your help oH sAiNT pOtTah"

"Potter-Malfoy and of course you need my help, I knew you would come back to me anyways," Harry smirked as he walked over to the mess Draco had created on the kitchen island.

"Oh don't be so cocky you'll regret it later when you have nothing to hold onto in bed.," Harry gulped this time trying not to think of what will happen later and instead choosing to clean up the mess Draco had made.

He finally made his way to Draco who was standing in front of the stove, taking in his appearance. And oh man. He couldn't help but try not to laugh, a hand covering his mouth and a smile growing on his face.

"What are you laughing at huh?," that was it, Harry bursted out giggling.

"POTTER," a light pink spread across his cheeks in a blink-and-you'll-miss-it.

"I-i it's just, it's just," his sides where hurting, and Draco himself couldn't hold the small smile that formed on his face, eventually starting to laugh with Harry.

"OH YOUR NOT GOING ANYWHERE AFTER THAT," he started chasing Harry through their house, running through the halls like little kids till Draco finally pinned Harry against a wall.

"HHAAHAH, GOTCHA," they were panting, cheeks red, and smiling like mad mans.

Harry outright giggled as he brushed all the edible glitter in Draco's hair and his flour covered face.

They were extremely close, pressing against each other and Draco couldn't help but stare.

Harry noticed and pulled Draco into a kiss, his hands looped around Draco's neck, and Draco's own hands firmly on Harry's hips.

It was short and sweet, and they pulled apart.

Merlin how do I have a husband like this?, Draco beamed.

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The Long Fall

A belated birthday fic for my lovely friend @ladderofyears who writes so beautifully about family and children and domesticity. This is my take on mpreg/kidfic, in her honour! I hope you like it, Emma. (Unbetaed so forgive any mistakes!)

Drarry ~ M ~ 3.6k ~ CW MPREG

Excerpt: And then the baby arrives, very early in the morning after the longest night of Harry’s life. It’s terrible and awful all at once, because Harry can barely move in the bed from pain and exhaustion and that blank sort of terror that comes with not knowing what you’re doing but having to get through it anyway, and Draco is white-faced and shaking, and neither of them has slept all night. But then the Healer passes the baby to Harry, and Draco leans over them both, his hand a protective curl around the baby’s soft velvety head, and she blinks her eyes open momentarily before settling again, fists against her cheeks, body dense with sleep as she lies on Harry’s chest.

“She looks—” Draco whispers

“Like a mandrake?” Harry says, and his chest shakes from trying not to laugh.

“Is that hair on her shoulders?” Draco says, sounding a bit hysterical, leaning closer, running a finger reverently across the sloping slack line of her arm.

“Is she supposed to be so spotty?” Harry asks, and then they’re both laughing, Draco red-eyed from tiredness and Harry wincing at every twinge of movement in his stomach, and the Healer rolls her eyes at them, and then the baby makes a mewling sound of protest and burrows harder against Harry’s chest, and they both go quiet.

The baby is solid and plump and very much herself. She doesn’t have the Potter nose or the Malfoy hair, or Lily’s eyes or Narcissa’s pointy chin; she’s cheerful and brown-eyed and content, and though they had talked about all the flower names and all the star names, and names of all the people they had lost, and names of people they wanted to remember, in the end they call her Elizabeth, simply because they both like it and it doesn’t remind them of anyone except her.

Read it here on AO3

feeling ✨ BLESSED ✨

That Boy is a Bottom

After the recent slew of hateful comments that members of our amazing community were harassed with, regarding a troll’s belief that bottom!Harry is incorrect (we will not expand on the comments, as this is a safe place), the fandom decided to create more bottom!Harry content and gift it to each other.

Here are some of the amazing pieces that have been shared so far this week:

Delicate by @missdrarrydawn // Rating: E // Words: 2,458

Harry has a gentle heart, he needs to be loved and taken care of after everything he went through, and Draco is the one that wants to love him forever and ever.

Denial by @manixzen // Rating: E // Words: 2,069

Harry loves to let go of control, particularly after a hard week of work—and even when that means not getting what his body so desperately wants.

Depths of Adoration by @avenueofesc // Rating: M // Words: 104

Gods, but you love this.

Does It Feel The Same by @lucienneart // Rating: M // Words: 94

Written for the song prompt: Winner Takes It All be ABBA

Drarry Oneshots: A Troll’s Gifts by Graydove71 // Rating: M // Words: 6,416

A collection of one short stories with a Bottom Harry Potter and a Top Draco Malfoy.

Harry is a little cockslut by hufflekerfuffle// Rating: E // Words: 639

Harry loves dick so fucking much. He loves bottoming.

Mile High Club by Anaxandria // Rating: E // Words: 1,527

Harry tries to convince Draco that planes have their perks, especially chartered jets with fully reclinable seats.

Sensitive, Desperate, Unrestrained by @rockmarina received a PODFIC read by @thunder-of-dragons // Rating: E // Words: 837 // Length: 07:30

Draco fucks Harry senseless. Oh, and they're in love.

The best thing about fucking Harry Potter by @andithiel // Rating: M // Words: 133

A list of the things Draco loves about fucking Harry, in no particular order

The Cabeceo by Anaxandria // Rating: E // Words: 1,583

Cabeceo: the traditional, non-verbal way for a leader to ask a partner to dance in Argentine tango. The leader nods. If the follower doesn’t look away and stands up, they accept the offer.

Or, how Harry accidentally accepts Draco’s offer to dance.

The Only Thing That Matters by @phd-mama // Rating: E // Words: 2,924

To be honest, every time Draco’s pictured having sex with Harry Potter, he’s always assumed he’d be the one bottoming.

That’s certainly what everyone else does.

Here are some other bottom!Harry and top!Draco fics from before the most recent onslaught that you should also take a look at and support:

Beautifully Bound by @tsundanire // Rating: E // Words: 54,933

Auror Potter is sent on a mission to clear out deadly artifacts from a Death Eater Safehouse with Draco Malfoy. What could possibly go wrong?

Behind the Fire by @tsundanire // Rating: E// Words: 1,733

The problem with PDA is that they hardly know when to stop, until at least one of them loses control. Unfortunately for their friends, that control is usually lost somewhere in public, or you know... during an innocent floo call.

Have yourself a kinky little Christmas by @keyflight790 and @tsundanire // Rating: E// Words: 21,433

As the holidays loom, Harry feels the weight of everything and everyone he'd lost. Working as an Auror, while exciting hadn't filled him with the same kind of satisfaction he'd assumed it would. It takes one extremely kinky secret admirer to pull out a side of him he'd been pushing away since his youth, and actually make him want to come into work everyday.

In the Golden Light by @tsundanire inspired by Golden Hour [ART] by @bluebutter-art // Rating: E // Words: 486

Draco has Harry tied up, on his knees, and honestly? Is there anything better than that?

“I’ll Figure It Out.” By @vukovich // Rating: E // Words: 2,625

For the prompt: "Don't let your mouth get you into something that your ass can't handle."

Harry's mouth repeatedly gets him into situations his arse can't handle.

Then, he finds himself in a situation his arse can handle better than his mouth.

Unspeakable Perversion by @tsundanire // Rating: E// Words: 5,161

A group of boys return to Hogwarts for an eighth-year and find themselves sharing more than just a room.

Do you have others that you would like to add to this list? Reblog and share your recs!

I’m never animating again

So I wrote a quick little Drarry drabble based on this post I stumbled across a few days ago. I would recommend reading it before reading this.

Summary: Soulmate AU (better described in post linked above)

Word Count: 418

Pairing: Drarry

A/N: The writing in bold was borrowed directly from J.K. Rowling’s writing originally in the books. It is not mine. I don’t think there are any warnings, but let me know if there should be!

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“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

And he knew he was wrong the moment he said it, for a burning sensation tingled down his arm to his wrist. Harry’s words rang in his ears as he felt a light crimson rise to his face.

No, I’m far too young, he thought. It can’t be real. Father didn’t feel Mum’s words until after they left Hogwarts.

But that night in his new dorm, after an evening of chattered excitement over a divine feast, he found his fear to be true. The tattooed words he had memorised for years were gone. He had found his soulmate, but not until just after losing him.

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“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

“I can’t— I can’t be sure,” said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.

Though he remained silent to prevent his identity from being revealed, Harry felt a prickle along his arm, not unlike the burning of his scar he had long grown used to. But this tingling confused him more than the pain of his scar ever had. Harry knew he had seen a glint of recognition in Draco’s eyes, before the latter had refused to hold eye contact. He had lied for Harry. And the sensation he felt along the skin beneath his torn sleeve was one that had been described to him by many, including Ron about Hermione one night at the Burrow.

The words that had been left on his arm earlier than the scar on his head, that Dudley had made fun of, saying Harry would never find the one who would utter them. He had wondered why his words were quite so plain, and if Cho or Ginny might have been the one to make them fade. But no, the one who made Harry’s tattoo fade was the one he would have guessed least likely. His worst enemy, Malfoy himself, had lied for him, and in doing so, revealed himself to be Harry’s soulmate.

That thought, to Harry, hurt more than the searing pain of his scar ever could.

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this is!! so cute!!

Draco: Were you dropped on your head as a kid?

Harry: Bold of you to assume I was even held.

SOMETHING LOVELY HAPPENED! So, I had the 'luckiest of luck' when I got to collaborate with these two amazing artists on my new #Drarry fanfic Biscuits Books and Bravery. They picked their favourite scenes and recreated them. *sigh best day ever! @littlewinnow & @ches-grinner aren't just incredibly talented, they're also really nice people! Go check out their work (and, if you fancy it have a nose at my FF too)