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Dearest Potter,

Kindly fuck right off.

Sincerely,

Draco L. Malfoy

Draco,

Is that any way to write to your future husband?

Love,

Harry

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Ron shovelled a spoonful of potatoes into his mouth glancing across the hall at Malfoy.

Harry looked over, smirking at the gobsmacked expression gracing Malfoy’s face, a scrap of parchment clutched in his bony hand.

“That’s right,” Potter whispers. “You’re doing so well. So good.”

Draco is close. Right on the edge. The precipice. He wants to make it last. He doesn’t want to fall over just yet, because he knows—he knows—this is their first and only time.

so I hold you by the jaw

and kiss you to be sure

with so much more than before

a drarry microfic

“Hey, Malfoy?” Harry hummed, glancing up from his pile of work.

“What, Potter?”

“Have you ever heard the term ‘Drarry’?”

Draco bolted up in his seat, nearly knocking over his mug of coffee.

“W-what?” he croaked, dabbing at the fresh coffee stains on his latest expense report. Who taught him that?! “No, why? What does it mean?”

“Apparently it’s our ‘ship’ name. Draco and Harry. Drarry.”

“Ship? Like a boat? Did someone name a boat after us?” Draco asked, feigning innocence, hoping his blush wasn’t noticeable.

“That’s what I said too, but Teddy says it’s some sort of new slang. All the kids at Hogwarts are obsessed with this whole ‘shipping’ thing apparently.”

Harry furrowed his brow in thought. Draco wanted to crawl in a hole.

“Anyways, I guess it’s, like, short for ‘relationship’, like they take two people they think should be together and they ‘ship’ them.”

Draco blanched.

This isn’t happening.

“Kinda funny,” Harry laughed easily, as if he wasn’t speaking into existence Draco’s literal waking nightmare. “Teds says we are the most popular ship!”

“Is that so?” Draco responded blankly, his mouth dry.

“Yeah! And—”

Oh god, there’s more?!

“—there’s this thing called ‘fan fiction’ where—”

The rest of Harry’s explanation was drowned out by the high pitch ringing that filled Draco’s ears.

I prayed every night this day would never come. And yet.

“So anyways, apparently there’s this one really popular Drarry writer whose work has been making its rounds across Hogwarts—”

No. No, no, no. That’s it. God hates me. It’s the only explanation.

“Someone must’ve gotten it off their older sibling cuz Teddy says it can get a bit saucy at times, but he insisted it was really tastefully done.”

Draco gawked at him, and for the first time Harry began to blush.

“I-I mean, it’s so awkward, right?” he laughed nervously. “but I mean, I gotta admit, I’m a bit curious. Like in a morbid sort of way, y’know? Like, I just want to see what all the hype is about.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, looking at Draco thoughtfully before continuing.

“So you wanna read it with me?” he asked, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bound stack of paper.

Draco gaped at the booklet laid out in front of him with a title he knew all too well.

“Just the first few pages, I mean,” Harry shrugged awkwardly. “Just to see if it’s any good or whatever. Figured you’d be a good judge since you write in your free time, right?”

Draco’s eyes flickered rapidly between the pages and the curious green eyes staring back at him.

YEIII I can finally share my comic “Until a Crik do us Apart” I did for the @hd-erised last year!!!

This was a gift for @sorrybutblog I had such a fun time doing this and I hope you liked them and the creature 💕

Thanks so much to the Mods for this fest! They were so kind and encouraging during this months and I couldn’t be more grateful 🥲 💕

We Should Really Talk About It [Comic, E] for @dodgerkedavra

Draco and Harry move in together. Draco avoids a conversation.

Draco and Harry at their apartment (in a muggle neighborhood?)

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