everyone thinks he's so smart, wonderful potter

He just does it.

He’s out with Harry one day, they’re playing a muggle game they call ‘bowling,’ and there’s sauce on Harry’s lip from the buffalo wings they’re having and he has the sweetest look on his face and Draco just can’t take it anymore. He says it before he knows what he’s saying: “I want to marry you.”

There’s no blushing from his side once he realises he said it, there’s only the slightest of widened-eyes and nodding, “Yeah. Yeah, I want to marry you. Would you...will you marry me?”

Harry on the other hand, he’s been thinking about this since forever, he had everything planned from the venue to the music to what they’d be wearing. His mouth is hanging open and he’s laughing, “I fucking hate you,” but Harry knows Draco knows he doesn’t. He thinks of the days, no, months, he’s spent wondering what to say and when would be the appropriate time to pop the question but in all the scenarios in his head, he never imagined Draco bleeding Malfoy catching him at the worst fucking time possible and asking him this.

“That a no, then?” Draco has a teasing smile on his face, and Harry finally realises how much in love with this man he really is.

I love them (used sparingly, and appropriately within the scene)! I personally don’t headcanon Harry and Draco as a couple who goes around calling each other pet names, and particularly not around other people. But I do think that sometimes during sex, when they’re on sensory overload and their emotions are heightened, someone will call the other “baby”. Or when one of them realizes how deep they’re in it with the other, a helpless “sweetheart” (or several) will slip out.

And especially in those soft domestic moments – such as when Harry, rumpled with his Auror robes unbuttoned and his t-shirt untucked, and Draco, tie-knot loosened and collar and waistcoat undone, will kick off their shoes, and Draco will lay atop Harry on the sofa, and they’ll stay plastered to each other from head to foot, and one of them will call the other “love” and they’ll let their hands wander as they recite the worst parts of their days in between soft, comforting kisses, during the hour this ritual sometimes lasts for before they get up to have dinner; such as how when Draco gets sick, Harry dotes on him and brings him eggs and tea and potions, and doesn’t seem to realize he’s called him nothing but “pet” every time he’s asking if Draco wants a bath or checking for a fever (which might be why Draco always milks it for an extra day or two); such as when Harry’s had a particularly crap day with the press, so Draco always makes the time to have his favorite takeaway ready when he steps out of their Floo, along with a glass of the good whisky, and coaxes Harry to rest his head in his lap so he can stroke through Harry’s hair and murmur “darling” (and if it’s slightly acerbic, “You’re the hero of the whole bloody world, of course they’re never going to give you a moment’s peace, might help if you tried to look less dashing in those ugly robes, darling scarhead of mine” that makes it inexplicably better) – those moments that mean the world to both of them, the ones they never let anyone see and have no idea how to explain when they’re bitching about the other to their friends, and someone asks “WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM, THEN?!” because it all feels somehow too personal and precious to share and who would believe it anyway, yes. Yes I think it happens, then.

And yes, I have a lot of ~feelings about the use of affectionate epithets.

And to both their surprise, Malfoy lunges forward and does just that. It’s rough. It’s desperate. But after a moment they stop. And they’re just standing there glaring at each other. Like their both so pissed that they did that.

Harry shoves Malfoy off of him and says, “Always knew you were a poof” and Malfoy snarls back, “Like you weren’t begging for it, Potter.” They walk in opposite directions and don’t talk about it again.

A few days later Malfoy is reading a Potions textbook in the eighth year common room and Harry flops down on the sofa beside him and proceeds to lay his messy, unwashed, fresh-from-Quidditch-practice hair on Malfoy’s lap.

Everyone around them stops what they’re doing to see what will happen. But neither Draco nor Harry make any comment and act like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Harry closes his eyes and acts like he’s gonna fall asleep. And Draco keeps reading his book.

After about five minutes Draco finally snaps, “When was the last time you washed your hair, Potter? I’ll have to throw these trousers out after this.”

And Harry, without opening his eyes, yawns and says, “Anything to get you out of them, Malfoy.”

“Look who’s a poof now.”

“Says the one with a hard on from just my head in his lap.”

“Git.”

“Prat.”

“Fuck off, Potter.”

Then Harry yawns again and Draco turns back to his book.

And then Harry legit falls asleep still with his head in Draco’s lap.

In Charms later that week, Malfoy insists on being Harry’s partner. They fight and say the nastiest things to each other the entire time. After class, they’re still fighting, but holding hands all the way to the Great Hall for lunch. When they part ways, Harry scowls and makes an obscene hand gesture while Malfoy gives him his best derisive sneer.

A few nights later, Harry wakes up to find Malfoy cuddled up to his side, fast asleep.

“Malfoy.”

No response.

“Malfoy.” he whispers a bit louder.

He prods the other boy’s shoulder who then wakes up with a start and immediately looks pissed.

“What.”

“How long have you been here?” Harry can’t help asking.

“Does it matter? Go back to sleep. It’s two in the morning for fucks sake.”

Malfoy lies back down, curling himself around Harry again, and closing his eyes.

Harry rolls his eyes, but then looks down at him for a moment. He can’t see too well in the dark and without his glasses, but Malfoy’s blonde hair and pale skin almost seem to glow. He can just make out the peaceful look on his face and for the first time ever, he sees Malfoy as Draco. An 18-year-old kid.

“Wait.”

Malfoy looks up, thoroughly annoyed. But before he can say anything, Harry catches his lips in a deep kiss. It’s open. It’s hot. It gains speed quickly. But all the while, still soft. And sweeter than Harry would have ever thought anything could be with Draco Malfoy.

Harry pulls away suddenly and lays his head back on his pillow. Slightly breathless and with a small smile on his lips he whispers, “Fuck.”

Summary: Harry is one of the lucky ones: He gets to see Draco when he’s tired, when he’s annoyed, and when he’s laughing uncontrollably. (Happy birthday to my sweet friend @ticklishkagune!! You’re one of my favorite people ever and you always put up with my headcanons and make me laugh, so this is a little present since I can’t be there to give you something in person. Hopefully one day!! I hope you enjoy this, ILY.)

It would probably be hard for most people to picture Draco Malfoy in a soft setting. He was always uptight and stoic, dressed to the nines in darkly-colored robes, and totally composed. So, to imagine him padding into the sitting room in bare feet, his hair a little messy and his eyes still half-closed and sleepy, a mug of hot coffee nestled in his hands.

Years ago, Harry could have never imagined such a sight. But now, he got to see it every day, greeting his tired boyfriend with a smile, and a soft, “Morning, love”, that would be replied to with a whine.

Then, Draco curled up on the couch beside him throwing his legs across Harry’s lap, and snuggle close to him for warmth. 

“What on earth are you doing?”

“Eating chocolate?”

“In the shower?” 

“I was hungry!” Draco glared at him, though the effect of the look was somewhat minimised by the smudge of chocolate on his cheek. “You were home late, you don’t get to judge my comfort food.”

I’m not judging the chocolate, I’m judging you eating it in the shower. But Harry didn’t say that out loud. He had been home late, three hours late, and he also knew Draco had been working horrid morning shifts for over a week. The man had earned the right to eat his chocolate wherever he wanted to just with that. 

“Get in here.”

“What?”

“I said get in here, Potter.” Draco gestured at him, and wandlessly Accio’d him when he didn’t comply fast enough. Harry only just managed to not break his ankles on the edge of the shower stall before Draco pulled him close. “I missed you.”

“I miss not being soaked and having no chocolate melting onto my neck,” Harry replied, but he pulled Draco closer anyway. Draco stayed quiet as he gently rested his weight against Harry’s chest. It brought a smile to his face despite his wet attire. “I’ll bake you something nice tomorrow if you promise not to eat it in the shower.”

“Thank you,” Draco smiled into his neck. “I know this is silly.”

“I like silly.” Harry pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek. “And I like you.” 

Some nonsense fluff for @satans-substitute bc they’re amazingly supportive and they deserve all the nonsense fluff<3

“Are you upset?”

It had taken Harry forever to find his boyfriend in the giant maze that was Malfoy Manor. And now that he was here, he didn’t know if Draco was sulking in silence or already asleep. 

Draco didn’t respond. 

“I hexed your father,” Harry tenitavely continued, stepping further into the room. “He can’t talk for at least two days. Maybe three. I might have gotten a bit mad.”

Draco shook a little bit, but otherwise didn’t respond. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and squeezed his boyfriend’s shoulder. When he saw the man was crying, he kicked off his shoes and joined him under the covers. 

“He doesn’t decide your value, Draco. No matter what he says, your achievements are-,” 

“Don’t.” Though soft, Draco’s whisper immediately silenced Harry. “Just-, don’t.”

“Okay.” 

Then, even softer, Draco asked, “Can you hold me?”

“Yes. Of course. Always.” Harry had Draco wrapped up in his arms before he could even blink. “I love you.”

Draco didn’t say it back. Instead he clawed at Harry’s arms, wrapping his boyfriend around himself to the best of his ability. He fell asleep soon after, cheeks wet, but feeling safer than he ever had before at the Manor. 

Draco:Excuse me?

Draco: 40?!

Draco: I'm not going to marry at 40! Can you imagine the wedding pictures!

Harry: 30 then?

Draco:

Better but 30 sounds old... Tell you what 29 and we'll have deal.

Harry: do you want to look at your wedding pictures a year after the wedding and be like 'oh I'm 30 now'?

Draco:... Point taken. 28 then.

Harry: you know with our jobs, the promotions and everything that would be the age were the stress would get to us.

Draco: and we do not want your pictures taken whilest stressed. 27

Harry: you know 7 has always been an unlucky number for me... And bringing bad luck into the marriage would just seem wrong.

Draco (seeing where this is going): how about next year then?

Harry nuzzling closer and whispering: that's perfect

Hermione: ...

Ron: ...

Blaise: ...

Hand in auror evaluation report for Dennis Creevey (Due last month, might actually need to start on that today)

Reschedule curse break lecture

Buy a housewarming gift for Ginny and Luna

Ask out Draco sodding Malfoy because Seamus Finnigan hereby swears to Merlin’s dirty underpants that he will imperio you to kiss him if he catches you staring at his ass one more time without doing anything about it.

Tell Seamus to stay the fuck away from my to do list, and I don’t stare at Draco’s ass thank you very much

Stop lying to myself and my amazingly handsome friends and admit that I have a giant gay crush on the kinda sexy blond ministry potion master

Murder Dean in his sleep because I do not have a crush on Draco Malfoy I hate him (besides, you’re the one who called him sexy, maybe you should ask him out)

I only appreciate his aesthetic from an artist point of view, I wouldn’t leave Seamus for anyone, he’s way too cute

Tell Dean to stop crushing on his husband on my to do list because just looking at the two of you gives me diabetes already

Draco Malfoy

Fuck off Fred

Draco Malfoy

You too George

Tell Ron he’s the most amazing auror partner/best friend/brother from another mother evahhhh because he just faked your terrible handwriting and asked Malfoy out for you

I hate you

Draco: I just don’t understand why you’re the devil

Harry: *thinking about Draco trying very hard to get their cat into a ladybug costume that morning*

Harry: you need to be the angel, darling, it’s just your vibes

Draco agrees, on the condition that Harry teaches him to cast a patronus charm. 

They practice a few times a week, and Harry is shocked by how patient and gentle Draco is compared to Snape trying to teach him. Sure, he’s still snarky, and irritating, but this time it’s endearing. As time passes, they start to spend more time together outside of their private lessons, and Harry thinks he might be falling in love.

The next time Draco is teaching him, he lets him right into his mind, and at first Draco is confused, because Harry’s occlumency has been improving, but then he sees the intention and sees how Harry feels about him. 

Midnight Visitor 

I tried something new tonight. Normally, when I put together a piece, I like having references to look at while I sketch. I think most artists do. But tonight, I just wanted to … go! Draw, and see what would happen. Well, this is what came out of my fingertips. I’m really happy, actually! I’d love to do a more detailed coloration and a ‘clean’ of the image but for now, here’s the rough draft. 

This was written for the 2019 aspec fest and contains a pining, ace Draco, finding himself playing Spin the Bottle and staring at Potter.

Also on Ao3

Thank you at @ana-iliad for the beta read and letting me ramble on 💙

This is not how Draco wanted to spend his evening. A bunch of drunk people who don’t want anything to do with Draco, (not that he can blame them, he wouldn’t want anything to do with him either) drinking even more and playing juvenile games. Fantastic. Sometimes he wonders why he is friends with Pansy at all, because this is definitely her fault. If she had just left him alone to study like he planned to, he wouldn’t have to moon pathetically over Potter. Merlin knows Draco has done enough of that to last the rest of his life.

But no, here Draco is, watching Potter laugh like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Draco can admit that it’s a mesmerising sight, his favourite sound. Potter hasn’t laughed a lot lately, not nearly enough if Draco had any say in it, what with the war still haunting them all and his Weasley too busy snogging Granger to save Potter from himself. It’s a crime, a tragedy, but no one seems to even notice. That’s how they take care of their celebrated hero.

Right now, the usual shadows under Potter’s eyes aren’t as prominent, his presence not restricted to his actual physical body but evident in the glint in his eyes, the way he engages with the world again and he doesn’t seem to mind being the centre of attention. Though that might be aided by the alcohol, now that Draco thinks about it. Potter has kept to himself lately, flinching away from any kind of contact with anyone not Weasley or Granger. It’s worrisome to say the least, Potter always used to flourish under the eyes of his loved ones. And yet here he is, stumbling around half dead and cowering behind others. Draco doesn’t like it.

It was made abundantly clear, however, that he better stay away from Potter, not that Potter even seems aware of his existence anymore. Which hurts more than expected and didn’t get better when Pansy forced him to talk about it. All it did was make it impossible for Draco to deny that he cares for Potter, and that he is concerned. Granger is one scary witch though, and while she certainly didn’t need Weasley to stand behind her and glower at him when she threatened him, he really did cut an imposing figure.

Thus warned, Draco doesn’t dare approach Potter again, no matter that all he wanted was to talk to the twat. With their history though, and Draco’s rather impressively bad decision-making these last years, he should have expected that. And it’s not like Potter needs him, of all people.

Doesn’t mean Draco can’t discreetly watch him though. It’s seriously not pining most of the time, despite what Pansy says, he honestly has been worried that Potter will fall asleep in class or walk straight into a wall. He shouldn’t be left alone, and while Draco is well aware it isn’t his job to make sure he is alright; he can’t ignore him either. And there was never a healthy middle ground for him, not where Potter is concerned.

But today Potter is bright eyed and in good spirits. So yes Pansy, today Draco is pining.