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Inhale. Exhale.

Draco paces, fingers worrying the velvet box in his pocket.

Ten past five.

The Floo roars green.

Harry steps out, ash in his hair, smile blooming.

Draco drops to trembling knee.

Before he can speak, Harry laughs, breathless and bright.

Sun's Out Buns Out: A Drarry Summer Fest

A low-pressure Drarry fest for all things summer: heatwaves, holidays, beaches, garden parties, summer storms, sun magic, ice cream, pool shenanigans, and anything else you can throw your sweaty plot bunnies at.

The rules are simple:

The main pairing must be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

The plot and/or setting must involve summer themes.

Minimum wordcount is 1000.

Art is very much welcome!

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Prompting: 1st to 15th of June Claiming: 15th to 30th of June Deadline: 31st of August Posting: 1st of September

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@drarrymicrofic | wc: 258 | prompt: ball

Draco did not believe in Divination.

It was vague nonsense, which was why he complained for the entire queue while Pansy dragged him towards “the most gifted seer in Europe.”

“You need distracting,” Pansy said.

What he needed, though neither of them said it, was Harry Potter not leaving for Australia in three days. Harry Potter, who smiled at him over Ministry reports. Harry Potter, whom Draco had been meaning to tell he loved for six months, two weeks, and one catastrophic almost-kiss.

When the seer peered into her crystal ball, Draco asked, dryly, “So, who’s my forever partner?”

“A man with spectacles.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Revolutionary.”

“Green eyes, dark hair, and a most interesting scar on his forehead.”

That night, Draco wrote an owl before cowardice could return.

Harry came over instead of writing back.

—

“And that,” Draco said years later, “is how I married your father.”

Their children shrieked with delight and tore back into the garden, apparently satisfied at the answer to their question.

Harry waited until they were gone, then said, “You do realise she was probably a fake, and she read the rumours in the papers.”

“Obviously, darling.”

Harry’s smile softened. “Then why did you believe her?”

Draco looked out at the garden, where their children were laughing and playing, all wild hair and muddy knees.

“I didn’t,” Draco said, lacing their fingers together. “But Pansy paid her twenty Galleons to say it, and I was too desperate not to listen.”

Harry laughed, then kissed his knuckles.

WOW rude to make me be kind to myself like that

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