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(Image Description Below) ** As Draco closed the door to the kitchen, he leaned his back against the door and closed his eyes. He stood there for a few seconds, allowing the solid wood to hold him in place as he tried to calm his racing heart with some deep breaths. Emotions were hard for Draco. All of them. Sometimes they were so overwhelming he couldn’t even understand what they were, where they were coming from or why they were screaming SO loudly…

When he’d read Harry’s words…his “declaration” of sorts, Draco couldn’t believe it at first. He thought his eyes were blurring the letters and confusing him, but the look of clear vulnerability on Harry’s face made him realize that he’d made no mistake. Harry had purposefully illusioned the titles to become the letters he needed to tell Draco that he…he loved him.

Draco smiled, the thought of Harry loving him sent shivers of warmth and pleasure up and down his spine. He’d also been thinking…the way their friendship had been developing since 8th year and the last few months since living together…Draco had often wondered if Harry also felt butterflies in his stomach when they both lay on the couch, legs grazing each other as they listened to Quidditch games live on the wireless. Or if Harry also got goosebumps watching him walk from the bathroom to his bedroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He had wondered if…no, he had hoped Harry also felt that extra layer of connection between them, that sense of “all will be well” and “this just feels right” when they were together. Despite the certainty in his feelings for Harry, Draco couldn’t stop the barrage of doubts and worries flooding his mind. This must be some elaborate prank. He can’t possibly love me…it took so much for us to just become friends; how could I possibly entertain the idea that he could really…actually… love me?

Draco shook his head before the thoughts could get too loud and start spiraling. “He loves me.” Draco said aloud, testing the words in his mouth, and opened his eyes. His gaze immediately landed on the coffee machine. Right, coffee! Draco thought.

(Image Description Below) ** “So you’ve never played before? Not once?” Harry knew the answer. He was only stalling. Draco and Harry were sitting on the living room floor of their shared flat, a soft carpet underneath them and couch pillows around them for support. A fire crackled in the fireplace, filling the room with a steady warmth and a relaxing home-sweet-home kind of feeling. On most other nights, at least. Hopefully Harry’s voice wasn’t too shaky and wouldn’t give him away before he had a chance to—

“Nope. You know we didn’t have any Muggle games around the house growing up.”

“Ah. Right.”

Harry held the top of the cloth bag securely closed and shook it, mixing the Scrabble tiles inside. He offered the bag to Draco and said, “Close your eyes and pick seven letters.”

Draco did as he was told. When he was finished, Harry retrieved his own letters, making a little bit of a show of giving the tiles an extra mix before picking out seven. Not that it matters anyway, he thought, biting his lip. He picked out seven tiles and placed them on the tile rack in front of him.

“And now I try and make a word out of this, right?”

(Image description below) ** Harry was sitting underneath the Christmas tree, admiring all the beautiful presents that had been collecting there over the past couple of weeks. A bright red package with white string caught his eye, and Harry reached out to grab it, placing it in his lap. He traced his fingers along the smooth paper and played with the strings a little before shaking it gently once. ~thump~

Harry grinned. He had no idea what could be inside, but knowing Draco…

“And what do you think you’re doing?”

Harry turned around to see Draco standing in the doorway to the living room, his arms folded in mock-sternness but the twinkle in his eyes gave him away.

“Not peeking at your presents, are you?” Draco raised an eyebrow and clucked his tongue in playful disapproval...

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Word count: 463 CW: mentions of bondage and light power play **

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Word count: 857 ** Harry pushed one of the great oak doors open and was immediately greeted by a burst of crisp December air to the face.  “Thank, Merlin,” Harry muttered, shutting the door firmly behind him. Harry took a deep breath, savoring the chill in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. He was watching the misty cloud of his breath float out and upwards when a small movement in his peripheral vision caught his attention.

He saw the silhouette of someone walking towards the lake, their wand outstretched in front of them, its tip lit up like a torch.  

Even in the growing darkness, Harry knew exactly who the man was. How could he not? He’d spent over seven years watching Draco Malfoy.

I Do Not Strut

Word count: 162

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“I can’t believe how stubborn you can be sometimes, Potter—”

“Me?! That’s rich, coming from someone whose holier-than-thou attitude hasn’t changed since the day I met them.”

Malfoy scoffed. “’Holier-than-thou’ attitude?”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Come on now, don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about. You strut around like you own the place—doesn’t even matter where we are! First Hogwarts, now the ministry…”

“I do not strut.”

Harry let out a loud guffaw. “Malfoy, I can assure you that you do in fact strut. Sometimes I can’t even tell the difference between you and one of those pretentious white peacocks you grew up with.”

It was Malfoy’s turn to narrow his eyes. He stood there for a few moments, trying to speak, but his mouth just kept opening and closing like a gaping goldfish. Finally, Draco snapped his mouth shut, turned on his heel and stomped away, the snow crunching loudly underneath his boots with every step…

Remember When…

This was written for the Discord Drabble Challenge. The prompt was bubbles and the wordcount 283, also on Ao3

warnings for euthanasia and implied MCD

He brought a new marble today, as he always does. It’s pretty, glittering in the light, eager to play with the others.

Their bag is dangerously full, more difficult to close after each of his visits. Once, he promised he would have me out of here before I had more marbles than space. I believed him, then, when he held my hand and I was afraid of sleeping here on my own.

He still holds my hand, and I’m still afraid, but I don’t believe it anymore. He tries, gives everything he has towards a cure, but I think we both know the truth. The marbles are nice, shimmering in all the colours of the rainbow. Sometimes, I think I can see them flying, like bubbles. He used to love bubbles, born of magic and soap. He would stand between them, dishes forgotten, creating more and more bubbles, laughing and dancing with them, sun shining on my little domestic memory. It’s all I have left, memories of happier times.

I know I could spend a lifetime like this, cables and tubes binding me to bed, the man I love visiting as often as he can, bringing gifts of marbles. I could grow old like this, older than average.

I can’t do that to him. It’s tearing him apart, seeing me like this, being unable to help me, all he has to offer cheap glass and cramping hands. I love him, and sitting at my sickbed is not a future I want for him.

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Rating: T | Warnings: Depression, Implied Suicidal Thoughts | Words: 283 | AO3

Author notes: Written for the February's Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge. Prompt: Bubble. Thanks so much to the mods for organizing this and to darrinya for the beta work ❤️

Draco let the hot water calm his body. Colourful soap bubbles floated around him and made the bath even more pleasant with their perfumes. Soft music was playing, and candles lit the room warmly. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, ignoring the tears that insisted on falling.

"Hey," a soft voice said. Draco opened his eyes and saw Harry, looking at him with concern. "What's wrong, love?"

Draco swallowed and wiped his tears in a useless attempt to hide them from Harry. He opened his mouth, but the words refused to come out. He shook his head and extended his hand towards Harry in invitation to join him in their huge bath.

Moments later, he had his head on Harry's shoulder with Harry’s arms tightly wrapped around his torso. Tears still left his eyes.

"Did something bad happen at work today?" Harry asked.

"No," he managed to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's just… Life is too much sometimes."

Harry hummed in agreement and tightened his hug. The bubble of anxiety, worries, and fears that had grown and grown inside Draco’s chest in the last hours shivered a little at being confronted with Harry's love, but stayed there, refusing to leave so easily.

"Harry…" he dared to say after some minutes.

"Yes?"

"I can't do this anymore. I can't breathe. I shouldn't be allowed to—" a sob cut off his words. He buried his face in Harry's chest and let out all the pain that had been suffocating him.

Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge | Feb 2021

Word Count: 283 | Prompt: Bubbles

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It doesn’t matter that Harry is kind, and brave, and intelligent. It doesn’t matter, because he’d never think of you the way you think of him. You’re cruel, and weak, and broken.

But reminding yourself of that doesn’t stop your heart from pounding as he turns away from the stove to look at you. To smile.

You smile back helplessly. His eyes are bright behind his glasses, curls falling into his face. He’s more beautiful than you could ever put into words.

Harry turns back to the stove, stirring the soup with unending patience. Soup that he’s making for you. Because you’re sick, and he invited himself over, and now he’s cooking in your kitchen like it’s his. You can’t hold back your heavy sigh.

He turns again, hearing it. Harry’s brow furrows as he walks over to you and takes a seat.

“What’s wrong? You’ve been distant all day.”

Of course he noticed; he’s the most attentive friend you’ve ever had. Friend. You’re happy with friendship. Friendship is more than enough.

But he stares at you with those eyes and you can’t help but be honest. “I don’t deserve you,” you say.

Harry frowns, but his voice is soft as he replies. “I thought we’d moved past that.”

“I’m sorry, I-”

“You deserve the world, Draco.” He takes your hands with his own. “Don’t you know how much I care about you?”

“I- care about you too,” you choke out.

Harry lets go, moving his hands to cup your jawline. His touch is soft, almost nonexistent. You can’t breathe.

“Stop me if you don’t want this.” He leans forward. You don’t stop him.

Neither of you notice when the soup bubbles over.

“So this is your childhood room, huh?” Harry asked, flopping on Draco’s bed.

After the war, Draco decided to turn the Manor into an orphanage and welfare centre for troubled youth. They’d cleared out most of the property, all that remained were the main bedrooms, which was how Draco found himself in his old room with his current boyfriend, Harry Potter.

“Is that a poster of me?” he asked, squinting at the wall opposite the bed.

Draco ran and ripped off the magical poster showcasing Harry on a broom during a Quidditch match from the wall.

“It was a gag gift from Pansy,” Draco blushed.

“Sure,” Harry smirked, wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist, placing a quick kiss on his nose.

“Okay, come on, help me pack,” Draco said, pushing Harry away, but not before giving him a peck on his lips.

“Will you put these old robes in the discard pile?”

Draco turned towards Harry and let out a sudden gasp.

“Where did you find that?”

Draco gently lifted a stuffed unicorn lying atop the discard pile. It was a cute, purple thing, slightly dusty, with a torn wing which Draco mended with a quick spell.

Harry gave him an amused look as Draco cleared his throat.

“Mother got me this when I was a child... I always wanted a pet unicorn... I named him Sir Bubblegum Winglefur… Bubbles for short,” Draco reminisced.

“Awww! Adorable,” Harry chuckled.

Draco huffed, “Well, I’m not a kid anymore.” With a longing look, he put the toy back in the pile and they continued sorting the room.

Later when Harry was carrying the boxes out, he made sure to safely tuck away Bubbles in his jacket.

Written for the February Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge.

Prompt: Bubbles

Word count: 283

Drabble: Attunement

Rating: T Warnings: None For the February Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge - “bubbles,” 283 words

“Can you feel that?” Harry whispered, one hand on Draco’s hip, the other over his eyes, Harry’s lips a centimetre from his ear.  Draco could feel the warm press of Harry’s body against his, and he could feel the gentle rumbling of the ground beneath his feet and the heat rising around him.

Draco nodded, letting his mind tune into the vibration, letting himself feel the Earth’s roiling magical energy like a steady heartbeat.

“Can you smell it?” Harry asked, and Draco took a deep breath, relishing in Harry’s breath against his neck, hot and close.

“I can,” Draco said, taking in the sulfur-thick heat and wrinkling his nose. The acridic air was overwhelmingly intense when he let himself focus on it.

“Look,” Harry said, pulling his hand away to settle on Draco’s other hip.  Draco leaned against him and opened his eyes, gasping in awe at the bubbling volcano before them.  

For once, Draco was silent, staring in awe at the crashing cacophony of fire and foaming lava and gurgling smoke in the air, too vibrant to be real.  But it was real. He could feel the Earth rumbling under his boots, smell the heat in the air, taste the power seething beyond the peak.

“Now cast,” Harry said, placing his palm over the back of Draco’s hand and raising it.  Draco did as he said, focusing on the explosive noise of the volcano rather than the gentleness of Harry’s hand and he cast, sending a great spurt of Incendio fire bursting from his fingertips.

“I did it,” he breathed, unbelieving. 

Thank you for everyone putting up with my weird drawbles in the Drarry Discord 😂

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“So you want to explain what odd bit of potion you have slurping about in there? It’s obscene.” Draco’s tone was cutting and imperious, and if he hadn’t been talking about a lava lamp, Harry wouldn’t have found it as hilarious as he did.

“It’s not a potion—it’s Muggle.”

“Riiiiiiight,” Draco sneered, as if Harry was having him on. “So you have a levitating, neon substance the color of adolescent Billywig, and you want me to believe it’s not magical?” He huffed and crossed his arms. “If you don’t want to tell me, fine—keep your secrets. But don’t spew such untenable lies-”

At this point, Harry was clutching his sides with silent laughter.

“What’s so funny?!”

Unable to hide it any longer, Harry let out an explosive snort. “It’s not like… I mean, I’m not laughing at you—not really, anyway – but it truly is Muggle. I’m not lying. It was Sirius’ in the 70s.”

Draco blinked at him like that explained nothing at all. “You’re telling me, that that-” he pointed here at object of great deception, “-is a Muggle…what? Drink?” At Harry’s silence, his eyes grew wide and cheeks flushed. “Don’t tell me…it’s not a, y’know, sex toy…is it?!”

Harry burst into a renewed wave of laughter and tugged Draco in by the collar to press an adoring kiss to the side of his cheek. “No, you idiot, it’s a lamp.”

“A…lamp?”

Draco’s cheeks grew redder still as he contemplated the object. “So…not something you would put up your…”

“No! No one’s putting a lava lamp up their arse, Malfoy!” Harry knocked them onto the bed with a smirk. “But I can put something else up your arse if you want.”

Drarry Discord Drabble/Drawble Challenge, February. Prompt: ‘bubbles’, blue/green + one other and 283 word restriction.

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Air escaped Harry’s lungs in a whoosh as he sunk below the surface, the water surrounding him rippling with the waves. Soon after it started to calm like he expected, letting him catch his breath.

Draco had shown off his powers early on. Harry could still recall the look of pity when he first aided him with a bubble to breathe underwater.

A transfer student? In sixth year? Most unusual. But Harry Potter’s reputation preceded him: The Chosen One.

They sorted Potter into Gryffindor, which Draco thought was ridiculous. Slytherin had the best view of the Black Lake. Potter’s eyes, stupid and bright, were the perfect shade of Slytherin green. So was his tail.

Draco sat in Charms and watched with great amusement as the Weasel struggled to push Potter’s tank into class. Draco didn’t want to know how many Levitation Charms it took to get him all the way up into Gryffindor Tower.

Potter was pretty, with wild hair and a cool tattoo: a triangle and circle bisected by a line. But he never spoke. He communicated through the bubbles he exhaled. When excited, they’d fizz like champagne; when sad, they’d get all wobbly and sink. When Potter and the Weasel fought, the bubbles became jagged and cracked the tank (Granger was quick with her Reparo).

But whenever Draco walked nearby, Potter’s bubbles transformed into tiny hearts.

One day, when they were all alone, the git grabbed Draco by his tie and pulled him under.

My hair! My clothing! I can’t breathe!

Except he could, so long as Harry touched him. Before he knew it, Harry was kissing him, slow and languid. Draco felt that kiss for days, long after he’d spelled himself dry.

Soon the world closed in; the war loomed closer. Before long, Death Eaters surrounded the castle. Everyone held the prophecy close to heart. They firmly believed Harry was their Saviour.

But Draco knew better. Harry may have the softest lips he’d ever kissed, but the wizarding world was fucked.

How could they all expect to be saved by a fish?

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Written for the February 2021 Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge Prompt: Bubbles Word Count: 283

I had such a great time hosting the Drabble Challenge this month. As usual, I was blown away by everyone’s creativity, and I loved seeing all the different interpretations of the prompt 🥰❤️

Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge February 2021

required words: 283

prompt: “bubbles"

triggers: assumed and implied suicide attempt / hopeful ending

Fears That Stay

“I am back!” BANG! The door is shut. “Sorry, I’m late. I got pizza!” You slip off your shoes and walk into the kitchen. A bottle of wine sits on the counter, half-empty.

Your eyes fall onto an open envelope and a short message in Hermione’s handwriting. There’s a newspaper article too. Some of the lines are smudged.

“POTTER’S SECRET LOVE NEST UNCOVERED - SAVIOUR STILL INVOLVED WITH DEATH EATER SCUM.”

Dread crawls down your spine and claws at your heart.

“Draco?”

“I’ve been working hard to change, but they’ll never acknowledge any of it.”

Apprehension pulls you into the living-room, into the office. No Draco.

“I can’t breathe in London. The way they look at me, the hidden insults, those articles.“

“Draco?”

You hurry upstairs. The bedroom is empty.

More of Draco’s words flood your mind. They’ve been buried inside of you for three years.

“This is no life. If I stay…”

You burst into the bathroom. Draco is in the tub, eyes closed, face pale. The foam gleams red.

Your cry vibrates between the tiled walls. You stumble forward, hands and eyes searching for cuts.

Draco stirs. He opens his eyes. His gaze focuses on your face. Surprise answers your panic.

You notice a wine glass in the water.

“Oh god, for a moment I thought…” Your voice breaks.

“What?” He seems confused, then gasps. “No, Harry. Never. I was sleeping.”

“But in London…”

“That’s…in the past.” He holds you close.

Later he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t make sure you know. Life here hasn’t been a bubble waiting to burst. I’ve changed. I’m happy. No filthy article can change that. Do you believe me?”

You smile. One day you will.

Draco in the bath, angry about that dirty article, but not upset enough to stay awake in the warm water after a long day and half a bottle of wine.

I participated in the Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge for the first time! The prompt was bubbles.

CW: This is mostly fluff, but there is some mild smut too!

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Draco is not sure where to look.

Certainly not at Potter, whose plain white Muggle t-shirt is positively plastered to his skin. In the bright Sunday sun, Draco can see every inch of his chest very clearly. The definition of his pecs, the darker circles of his nipples, tight from the cool wetness. The small hollow of his navel and the dark smattering of hair that leads lower and disappears into his waistband.

Draco is not a prude, thank you very much. He’s seen all of it before, and more.

But there are other people here. Children, even! He can’t imagine how Granger approved an idea this obscene at her charity event!

“Are you alright?” Potter teases, quirking a mischievous eyebrow.

Draco would swear that Potter deliberately squeezes the sudsy sponge all over the front of his shirt before turning back around to continue washing the car in front of him.

“Quite,” Draco mutters, thrusting his own sponge into the soapy water.

“Your face and neck are all red. Have you cast a skin-protective charm on yourself?”

“I think it’s a rash. I’ve got cheap car shampoo all over me,” he snaps. “My skin is very sensitive, you know.”

“You don’t taste like shampoo,” Potter mutters later, inside, mouthing at Draco’s neck, pressing him up against the wall in a deserted corridor. Draco can practically hear his smug smile. “At least not your neck. You might, elsewhere. I should check.”

His hand trails down, rough over the buds of Draco’s nipples, before settling lower, on the fly of his soaked trousers.

“Oh, do shut up,” Draco bites back, but it comes out weak and breathless.

Harry drops down to his knees, chuckling merrily.

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