@llap115 I most certainly can be convinced to return to the Medieval Drarry Au, in fact the struggle I am currently facing is trying to drag myself away from it because I’m really quite caught up with the world. It means soo much that you like this AU so much!! @xx-thedarklord-xx tami dedicated this to you so i hope you like it xxx

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“What are we doing here?” Draco said, raising his eyebrows as he let Harry lead him through the backstreets of the city. Harry seemed to know the city like the back of his hand, easily manuvering the twists and turns and guiding Draco safetly. “Honestly, Harry,” Draco said as he slipped into a puddle and had to dry himself off. “When you said you’d thought of something to do for the day of Ceris, I wasn’t anticipating exploring the sewers.”

Draco didn’t need to see Harry’s face to know he was rolling his eyes. “We’re not in the sewers, you prat.”

“Might as well be,” Draco muttered, glad Harry had leant him some of his shitty clothing for the trip as mud splattered up his leg again.

“There’s a place, my mate runs it,” Harry said, glancing back at Draco over his shoulder. Draco was always floored by Harry’s beauty, by the strong lines of his face and the build of his shoulders. There was a slight underfed look that all poor citizens had, but Draco tried to move past it.

He had spent the week locked up in meetings with his father and their counsel, trying to push for a way to get more food to those who couldn’t afford it, but right now it was proving useless.

“And I thought it would be a nice place for us to spend the day of Ceris together because it’s away from prying eyes and slightly nicer than my room at the Burrow,” Harry grinned, pulling Draco in and kissing him softly. “Now hurry up because I hate not being able to see you properly,” Harry said, kissing Draco’s nose before turning and dragging Draco through the streets again.

Draco laughed and didn’t protest. He loved the way Harry hated how Draco had to glamour himself in order for them to walk around together. Draco hated it too, but he hated not seeing Harry more.

This whole thing between them… It was messy and it shouldn’t work — it couldn’t work, but Draco wanted to believe it could. Whatever time he got to spend with Harry was worth all of the pain that would happen when they finally had to walk away from each other.

“Shut your eyes,” Harry command, Draco rolled his eyes but then obeyed as Harry guided him the final way. He felt the harsh chill of February slip away as they entered the building, and a cool breeze washed over him as warmth lapped at his skin. There was magic crackling in the air and Draco’s breath caught as Harry whispered, “You can open your eyes now,” his lips against Draco’s ear.

Draco opened his eyes and gasped as he gazed around. “What is this place?”Flowers bloomed in every colour imaginable and a few more, vines traced their ways up the ways and lush green grass was under Draco’s feet. He could hear the trickling sound of a stream and when he squinted he could have sworn he could have made out a waterfall the other side of the glade.

“Is it real?” Draco said, dropping to the floor and running his hands through the grass — he had never felt grass so soft.

“Yeah,” Harry said, dropping down beside Draco and grinning at him crookedly. “My mate Neville is the apprentice here and he adjusted the wards to let us in.”

“Harry,” Draco whispered, standing up and walking over to a bush of red roses, each of their petals flecked with gold. “It’s—”

“I know,” Harry said, “I help him with the regulating of the place as the magic is pretty intense at times.”

Draco could only nod, he could feel the amount magic that this place needed to sustain it. No group of peasants should be able to do it, but here was Harry once again proving Draco wrong. Draco was yet to find something that Harry’s magic couldn’t do, and the fact he managed it whilst being insane.

“It’s like we’ve gone to another world,” Draco said, finally remembering to let the glamour back as he turned back to Harry. Harry’s face lit up as he stepped forward, brushing his fingers across Draco’s cheekbones. He looked like he was memorising every inch of Draco’s face.

“I wanted to,” Harry said, still cupping Draco’s face. “Just for today, Ceris is about love, aren’t they?” Draco nodded, not bothering to correct Harry’s slightly lacking knowledge, not everyone was raised in a palace. “I wanted to take us somewhere different, somewhere that none of it matters and there’s just us.”

Draco leaned in and kissed Harry softly, his heart threatening to shatter. “I like the sound of just us,” he murmured, entwining his fingers with Harry’s and letting Harry lead him through the glade.

Draco couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought of something this beautiful and pure just sitting in the underbelly of the city. He felt like he had followed Harry into a different world, and he so wished that at the end of the day they wouldn’t have to leave it.

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Omg @gingertodgers fancy seeing you in my inbox again!!! I actually wrote a fic like this really recently, my medieval fantasy AU Let Me Call You Mine ( Just For Tonight ) and well since @untilourapathy betaed it, she gets the small follow on sequel. I hope you enjoy it, my lovely <3

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Draco bowed politely to Lady Greengrass, already glancing around the room for Pansy. If he was going to have to dance with some woman he wasn’t interested in, he would rather it be his friend — his fiance. At least Pansy knew he was marrying her because he had to. She didn’t expect him to smile sweetly and be charming when no-one was looking. He appreciated that in a fiance.

“May I cut in?”

Draco’s blood froze at that low familiar voice… There was no way it could be… No, he couldn’t have got in….

“Of course,” Lady Greengrass said, moving away from Draco and towards…

“My apologies, m’lady,” Harry said — Draco didn’t turn around to know it was him — “But I meant, I would like the next dance with the Prince.”

Draco tuned out Lady Greengrass’s apologies. He was stood in too much shock until he felt a warm firm hand on his back, and then Draco was turning, caught in Harry’s magnetism as he always was.

“Hey stranger,” Harry murmured, his green eyes sparkling behind his mask. It was a world away from the bark mark that Harry had been wearing that first time they met, but he looked just as gorgeous. This mask was black and satin and there’s no way Harry could have afforded it. There was no way…

“Did Pansy and Greg sneak you in?” Draco hissed, as Harry started leading him through the crowd and out of the large open doors to the courtyard.

His mother had really outdone herself with the decorations Draco noted at the lights that gleamed in the bushes, they looked just like the stars they were celebrating tonight.

Harry turned to face Draco, a crooked grin on his face and Draco’s breath caught in his chest. “Yeah, they wanted to surprise you on your name day.”Draco shook his head, tilting his head back and gazing up at the stars he was named after. They were fools, everyone he loved he was a fool.

“Though if you look on the guest list Lord Fleamont was technically invited,” Harry said, and he was so ridiculous that all Draco wanted to do was kiss him. “I couldn’t miss you for your birthday.”

Draco shook his head glad of the dark blue mask again to hide his blush. He and Harry had been sneaking about for three months now, and Draco was risking everything for it. However, it was worth it. It was beautifully worth it.

“Dance with me?” Harry said, wrapping a hand around Draco’s waist as the charmed orchestra music floated out of the doors to where they stood.

“Okay,” Draco whispered, as they swayed backward and forwards to the music. It was so easy to pretend in that moment that this was as complicated as it got —  that the hardest part of loving Harry was the fact he couldn’t dance. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

Harry’s eyes were so wide and earnest that Draco thought his heart might crack in two. “I wish we could too.”

And as they danced under the stars, Draco prayed to every star he was named after, every god who might be listening that they didn’t take this away from him — that he was allowed to be with Harry forever.

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omg who r u?! i don’t recognise you under that mask!!!! okay… so you asked for the ending and the truth is that I have like BIG IDEAS for this AU meaning that this ending would technically be set like 200k in the future so a LOT of shit would have occured first… but if/when I commit to this, this would be how i see it ending

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Draco stared around him at the debris of the palace he had grown up in. He stared around at the ruin of his home, his heart heavy in his chest. He hadn’t been here in so long, when he had left… Draco closed his eyes not letting the memories overwhelm him, he was the King now. His father was dead, his father had betrayed their people in the end for Riddle, and he had left it to Draco to pick up the pieces.

Brushing his hair out of his eyes, Draco finally started moving across the courtyard towards the man who was crumbled to his knees in the centre. He could feel everyone watching him, he could feel their eyes on him as he moved.His people had nearly died for his father’s greed, for Riddle’s need for more than this world could offer. Draco pushed the memories down as his steps sped up as he approached Harry.

Harry Potter, wonderful and fantastic Harry. Harry who had more magic in his pinky finger than most people had in their entire bodies. Harry who was brave and had walked to his death because he thought that had been the only way to bring Riddle down. Draco had done everything he could for his people but in the end, it had been Harry who had saved them. 

Draco didn’t care what anyone thought as he dropped to his knees beside Harry — the harsh stone floor sending jolts through his body. “Harry,” Draco whispered, taking Harry’s face in his hands and raising it so they were facing each other.

Harry’s eyes fluttered open, green and bright. His tanned face was drained and Draco could only make out a faint crackle of that familiar magic. Draco wasn’t surprised, he himself had nearly drained all his magic and he hadn’t been the one to defeat Riddle in the end.

“It’s over,” Draco continued, sliding his hands through Harry’s thick dark hair and cradling Harry’s head. “You did it.”

“We did it,” Harry said, a faint smile playing at his lips, “My King.”

Draco laughed at the title, it all seemed absurd. He knew in a moment, he would have to pick up his duties. He would have to move on from the stain his father had left on the Malfoy name, from the shadow Riddle had cast over the kingdom and do his role.

“What?” Harry said, still smiling. “You are my King now.”

“I am,” Draco mused, Harry looked like he was about to pass out any second. “And my first commandment as King is that you don’t leave me.”

Harry’s smile grew into a grin even as his eyes fluttered shut. “And what do you mean by that?”

“I will be your King, if you be my King Consort,” Draco said, because it felt like the most natural thing in the world. He hadn’t been able to fight a war without Harry by his side and he certainly wouldn’t be able to rule the kingdom without him. Draco didn’t want to rule without Harry — he didn’t want to do anything without Harry.

Harry’s green eyes opened and he knotted his hands in Draco’s burnt shirt. “Is this your way of asking me to marry you?” Draco nodded. “Is that even allowed?”

“I’m the King now,” Draco shrugged, smiling as Harry laughed — it was a weak feeble sound and Draco knew he had to get Harry to bed. “Anything I want is allowed.”

“Then yes,” Harry said, leaning in and brushing his lips against Draco’s, “I will marry you.”

Draco let Harry deepen the kiss, and gave into the moment. He knew it wasn’t very Kingley to be kneeling on the ground kissing a commoner, but Draco didn’t care. After all, he planned to be a very different kind of King.

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“Hey,” Harry said, dropping down onto the ground beside Draco, a bottle of firewhiskey in his hand. “Why aren’t you inside with everyone else?”

Harry glanced over at Draco and how beautiful he looked tonight. He always looked beautiful, but here under the stars in the dimly lit garden of Pansy Parkinson he looked more than beautiful — he looked more than human.

“Don’t want to bring everyone down,” Draco said, tilting his head back as he gazed up at the sky.

Harry took a sip of the firewhiskey, leaning back and blowing the smoke out to the sky. He glanced back at Draco, his eyes tracing the sharp lines that were softened from alcohol. Harry never wanted to forget Draco’s face and he hoped with every part of him that he never would.

He never wanted to forget Draco’s smirk, his smile, and his laugh. He never wanted to forget the way his face snarled with anger when they fought, how his eyes fluttered shut when Harry kissed his neck, and the pure bliss of ecstasy he wore when they fucked.

All of it. Harry wanted to remember all of it.

“What’s up?” Harry frowned, shuffling closer to Draco so their shoulders brushed.

Draco glanced over his shoulder at the kitchen, and Harry felt his heart sink. He hated keeping the way he thought about Draco a secret. He was tired of secrets.

“My mother died a year ago tomorrow,” Draco said finally, resting his chin atop of his knees.

Harry wrapped an arm around Draco’s shoulders and he thought for a moment that Draco was going to stiffen but then Draco just slumped against him, a whimper falling from his lips.

“How do you cope?” Draco whispered, “How do you cope without them?”

Harry swallowed. “It’s different because…” he bit his lip as he tried to picture his parents. He was their age now, his dad he saw every time he looked in the mirror but his mum… “I never knew them and so there’s just this gap,” he sighed, “It sounds stupid.”

“It’s not,” Draco promised. “I just constantly feeling like something is missing, I wait to see her smile around every corner and to hear the swish of her robes. Her laugh…” A sob sounded, and Harry closed his eyes as they grew wet. “And she’s just gone.”

“I know,” Harry said. His parents had never been like that; he would strain his ears to hear them laugh and he had no idea what it sounded like. He would try see his mum’s smile but it was just what he’d learnt from pictures. He thought about his dad’s jokes, but he had no idea. “I had that with Sirius when he…” Harry trailed off, Sirius’s death feeling as raw as it had when it had happened. Harry still longed for Sirius’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. “I’m here crying about my mother, and you’ve… you’ve lost so much.”

Harry shook his head, placing a kiss to the top of Draco’s soft hair — it smelt like apples. “You’re allowed to hurt too. There’s no lottery on pain.” He traced his fingers across Draco’s arm. “Losing someone always hurts, but… but it does fade.”

“When?” Draco asked, finally looking at Harry, his face etched with raw sorrow.

Harry leaned his forehead against Draco’s for a moment, not caring if anyone saw because right now they both needed each other. “I don’t know,” Harry said honestly, “but one day it will.”

Hello @gingertodgers i can indeed because what i know well are club queues and wanting to dash one’s head against the wall because of PDA couples, alas I don’t have a Draco Malfoy… Happy Dralentines @unadulteratedstorycollector <3

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Harry watched as Ron pulled Hermione in for a kiss and turned around to see Ginny doing the exact same to Pansy. Why had he agreed to come out to a club with a bunch of couples? Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had all promised to wingman him but he didn’t see much of that happening when they were all trying to eat their partner’s faces.

“I think I just threw up in my mouth.”

A smile quirked at Harry’s mouth, as he turned around to see Draco leaning against the wall, his nose wrinkled in disgust as he took in the excessive PDA. He supposed he wasn’t entirely alone — he had Draco Malfoy with him… Harry still wasn’t sure how this had become his life.

“Me too,” Harry sighed, wincing as Ron deepened the kiss. He was happy for his best mates, he really was but he didn’t need to see this.

“Pinch me,” Draco groaned, closing his eyes and shaking his head firmly. “Wake me up from this dream.”

“I think it’s a nightmare,” Harry laughed as Draco grinned at him.

“You might be right about that one, Harry,” Draco sighed.

Harry groaned as he caught sight of Pansy groping Ginny’s arse, and scooted closer to Draco. He glanced up to catch Draco raising his eyebrows. “You hoping I’ll protect you from the disgusting couples?”

Harry’s smile grew as he caught the flirty tone in Draco’s voice. They had been dancing backward and forward for months and maybe tonight would finally be the night.

“Something like that,” Harry said.

Draco bent his head, lips brushing Harry’s ear as he whispered, “I’m sure something like that can be arranged.”

Yes, Harry was sure tonight was the night he would finally get Draco Malfoy. In fact, he was counting on it.

The fact you have requested this and dedicated it to me has left me with conflicting emotions because on the one hand how dare you use my personal experiences against me and on the other…. this is hilarious…. i so wish my night had ended this way…

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“And then he woke me up at three am asking me to suck his dick!” Harry groaned, throwing his arms up in the air. He was fucking exhuasted, he couldn’t believe Tyler. This was Harry’s fault for hooking up with a Drummer, he had brought this fate upon himself. Harry had an offical rule, no sleeping with Drummers ever again. Espically one’s called Tyler. “Can you believe it?!”

Draco blinked up sleepily at him, and Harry became aware that he was stradling Draco — perhaps he could have been a little less enthusiastic about his desire to rant to Draco. “What I cannot believe,” Draco said slowly, his voice croaky the way it always was after a night of drinking, “Is that you woke me up at three fifteen in the morning to tell me this.”

Harry glanced over at Draco’s clock and winced. “Sorry, I just… I just couldn’t believe it, you know, who wakes someone up demanding a blow job!”

Draco grumbled something and Harry felt himself deflate. He hadn’t even particuarly wanted to bring Tyler home, he’d only done it because Draco had been flirting with that stupid Benny guy. How was Harry supposed to know that Draco hadn’t been planning to sleep with him?

Harry hadn’t been able to get it up for Tyler — he had blamed it on the alcohol, but he knew it was because he was a bit too busy being head over heels for his fucking flatmate. 

“Sorry, I’ll go,” Harry sighed, going to slide off Draco. Draco looked so handsome when he had just woken up: his skin showing the marks of his pillow, his eyes hooded and his hair muse. Harry loved him like this. 

“Don’t,” Draco murmured, reaching up and wrapping a hand around Harry’s wrist. “Stay with me.”

“You’re drunk,” Harry said.

Draco smiled up at him. “So are you.”

Harry couldn’t deny that, and let Draco pull him under the covers. The bed smelt of Draco, and Harry breathed it in treasuring the moment.

“Did you sleep with him?” Draco asked, pulling Harry against his chest. Harry bit his lip to stop himself smiling like a lunatic as Draco started spooning him.

“Nah, wasn’t feeling it,” Harry said, eyes fluttering shut as Draco’s lips brushed against the back of his neck. Draco was just drunk he reminded himself. Even Draco became tactile when smashed.

“Good,” Draco murmured, and as Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep to the sound of Draco breathing, he couldn’t stop the hope blossoming in his chest that Draco wanted him back.

hey stranger @gingertodgers i abso adored this idea and got sooo caught up in it so i hope you like it @carpemermaid because i amused myself writing it (as always) <3

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Harry blinked as he stared across McGonagall’s classroom to where Malfoy was sat because there was no way… but it was… no, Harry had to be seeing things… Malfoy didn’t have… No.

Harry took his glasses off and rubbed them against the corner of his robe before putting them back on and squinted Malfoy’s way again. There had to be something wrong with them.

“Hermione,” Harry murmured, offering her an apologetic grin as she glared at him for interrupting McGonagall. “Can you clean my glasses? I think there’s something on them.”

Hermione sighed, but tapped his glasses with a muttered spell —  that was better, Harry thought as he turned back to Malfoy. There’s no way he’d still be seeing things now — except yes he was because his glasses were still trying to tell him that Draco Malfoy was sat across the class room of 8th year Transfiguration wearing fucking glasses! Maybe Malfoy had cursed him…Yes, that had to be it, Malfoy had cursed him to distract him.

“Ron!” Harry hissed, leaning across Hermione and prodding Ron’s arm.

“Ouch,” Ron hissed back, “What?”

“Look at Malfoy!”

Ron gave Harry a funny look before slowly turning his head to look at Malfoy, before turning back to Harry. “What?” He repeated.

“Don’t you see it?” Harry said — this was confirmation Malfoy had cursed him.

“See what?” Ron said.

“Will you both shut up!” Hermione muttered.

Harry pointed at Malfoy. “He’s wearing glasses!”

Ron groaned and buried his head in his arms and before Harry could reply McGonagall’s stern voice was echoing around the room.“Have you got a problem, Mr Potter?”

Harry by the skin of his teeth refrained from saying that yes, Malfoy’s glasses were indeed a problem for him.

He waited until the end of the lesson, shoving his stuff in his bag and legging it out of the room after Malfoy — Malfoy was always the first out of the room.Harry glanced over his shoulder, no one had caught up with them before yanking a handful of Malfoy’s robes and dragging him into an empty classroom.

“What the fuck?!” Malfoy spluttered, as Harry threw up a silencing charm and locked the door behind them.

“That’s what I should be asking you!” Harry said. Malfoy looked really handsome in his thin wireframe glasses, they made his grey eyes bigger and showed off his pale lashes. Why was he thinking these things?! “You cursed me!”

Malfoy’s jaw dropped. “I most certainly did not!”

“You did!”

“Did not!”

“Yes,” Harry said, stepping closer to Malfoy so he could see every individual pale lash, “you did.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes. “Do tell me how I cursed you then? I’m intrigued.”Harry gestured wildly. “You made me see you wearing glasses to distract me!”Malfoy blinked, and Harry licked his lips. Stupid Malfoy cursing him to think he looked so handsome in glasses. This was all Malfoys fault.

“No I didn’t,” Malfoy said slowly, a smirk growing on his lips. “You’re distracted by me in the glasses because you like them.”

“No I don’t,” Harry said, shaking his head earnest because he didn’t…. He couldn’t… that wasn’t it!

“Yes,” Malfoy murmured, and he was close to Harry’s face that Harry wasn’t breathing. “You do.”

“Yeah,” Harry breathed out, “I do.”