Drarry Fanfics

Yule Ball, 1994

His hair is blond. But not just blond. It’s a particular, white-blond color that gleams in the sunlight. 

And very sleek, but loose enough that it falls around his face if he moves around vigorously enough.

He has grey eyes. Not just grey, but specifically light grey.

Harry also frequently describes them as glittering or sparkling. 

He presumably has a sweet tooth as he gets regular sweets packages from home delivered by his eagle owl.

He has very pale skin which takes on a grayish tinge when he’s sickly.

He tends to narrow his eyes when he’s angry.

He doesn’t blush when he’s embarrassed but he does flush - just enough to give his skin a faint pink tinge. 

He tends to move his hands a lot when talking animatedly. 

His speech has a very specific drawling cadence and tone that makes his voice easily recognizable (to Harry at least).

This is all in canon.

Draco’s always had a multilayered meringue and berry cake on his birthday. 

It’s been a tradition since before he can remember, and at this point it seems unthinkable that he might ever exchange it for anything else. After all, his birthday falls right around the time when wild berries are available fresh from the manor’s many thriving bushes. And by now Mimmy, his mother’s favorite house elf, can bake the cake to perfection every time. The berries are always plump and tart, and the meringue never cracks.

Draco doesn’t like multi-layered meringue and berry cake. 

He doesn’t hate it or anything. Not really. But after years and years of eating it, he’s bored. Anyway, he’s never actively wanted to eat anything containing meringue. And berries are all fine and good, but why bother putting them in a birthday cake when you can eat them fresh whenever you want and not even feel guilty for it? Isn’t birthday cake’s purpose to be so delicious and unhealthy is inspires guilt? If anyone in the history of the earth has ever felt guilty about meringue and berries, Draco will snog…hell, he’ll snog Potter.

But Draco’s mother loves multilayered meringue and berry cake, and Draco was raised to be a Proper Young Gentleman with Manners, so he’s never revealed his lukewarm feelings regarding this only birthday tradition. And so here he sits now, preparing to cut a cake that he really doesn’t want to eat for the thirty-seventh time while Pansy, Blaise, Greg, his mother, and his Aunt Andromeda all smile indulgently at him. Nothing for it but to plaster on his own smile and keep on.

“Sorry I’m late!” Draco hears just as he’s about to pick up the knife, and of course.

Of course it’s Potter. Of course he’s stumbled in like a giant oaf an hour late to Draco’s party. And of course he’s brought—

Holy shit. Potter’s brought a cake. 

Draco’s sign: Insults: $1             *Potter: free of charge

I know they use knuts/galleons/sickles, but isn’t it funnier if for some odd reason Draco was collecting US muggle money??

(close ups of their expressions included because I can’t get over Harrys face)

draco malfoy: i’ll take my secret love of potter to the grave

the grave: *beckons*

draco: POTTER