#drarryheadcanon

{drarry-fangirl}

Okay so, it’s eighth year Hogwarts, and Draco comes back with Pansy and Blaise.

They’re never apart, going to classes together and leaving together.

No one ever sees them outside of classes and dinner, but no one really pays attention to them.

Except for one person.

Harry.

He watches Draco, wondering what the hell he is doing that would take up so much of his time.

Because the only times Harry sees him and his gang is in the great hall and in classes.

He thinks Draco is up to something, and tells himself that he’s going to watch his every move, to find out what he is up to. (He doesn’t really think that Draco is up to something, he’s just in love him him.)

So one evening, at dinner, Harry watches the trio as the stand up and leave the Great Hall.

As soon as they are out of sight, he mumbles something to Ron and Hermione and sprints out of the hall.

As soon as he is out of sight, he grabs his invisibility cloak from his pocket and engorges it.

He walks quickly towards the dungeons, where he spots three familiar heads walking and whispering to each other.

When Draco whispers “protect”, and the door to the common room opens, Harry slips in, unnoticed.

He follows them up to what he imagines is Draco’s and Blaise’s room.

They open the door and head inside, and Harry follows them, under his cloak.

He stops in his track, mouth agape at the beauty that is the room. It’s simple, and surprisingly homey. Emerald green walls and black floor, windows showing the depths of the Black Lake. An almost spent fire crackles from the other side of the room, and the wall is plastered with pictures of the trio standing in front of him.

Draco and Blaise sit on one of the two beds, bringing up their knees to their chests.

Pansy heads to one of the cabinets and pulls out a bottle of what seems like whiskey. “Jesus, Draco,” she says, reading the label. “Do you have anything that doesn’t cost as much as this castle?”

Harry cocks his head. What are they doing? Deep down, he knows they’re not really up to anything.

Draco chuckles warmly and Harry’s heart jumps.

Pansy heads to the bed and sits down, opening the bottle of firewhiskey and taking a big sip of it. “So.”

Draco and Blaise look at her. She turns to look at Draco. “Anything you want to rant about today, our dearest Draco?”

Draco glares at her. “Nope.”

She smirks. “Oh, really?”

“Yep.”

“Oh, REALLY?”

“Yep.”

“Ok.” And she turns to Blaise, asking him whether they had homework for the day after.

A couple minutes pass, and Harry has taken a seat on the side of the door. He checks that the cloak is still covering him, and raises his head.

The scene that plays out in front of his eyes makes him want to cackle. Draco obviously wants to say something, but keeps his mouth shut. Pansy and Blaise are completely ignoring him, chatting to each other about meaningless things.

Suddenly, Draco surges forwards and grabs the firewhiskey bottle from Pansy’s hands, successfully startling her and gaining her attention.

He takes a swig of it, and looks at his two friends. “Okay.”

Pansy completely turns towards Draco, practically bouncing from smugness.

Blaise started at Draco, a knowing expression on his face.

“I want to say something.” And he takes another swig.

Blaise turns to pansy and whispers something to her, almost too quiet to understand, but Harry picks it out. “It’s not like it’s going to be any different from yesterday, right?” And pansy giggles.

Harry doesn’t know why he doesn’t leave then. They’re obviously not up to anything, just three normal teenagers getting drunk and being silly. But he doesn’t leave.

He doesn’t know why.

It’s not because he’s in love with one of them.

(Part 1)

Okay so I love Ron Weasley but imagine if Ron and Draco switched lives?

Harry meeting Draco and his mother on the platform. Narcissa falling in love with the rumpled little boy and showing him how to get onto the platform.

Harry and Draco sitting together on the train and Draco telling Harry all about the wizarding world and their various traditions.

“Blonde hair and a pristine robe? You must be a Malfoy.”

Harry getting sorted into Slytherin, much to the dismay of the other students, but Harry just being happy to be with his new friend.

Draco and Harry practicing quidditch together and Draco being ecstatic when Harry is made seeker.

Draco defending Harry from Snape.

Second year Draco sticking up for Harry when everyone thinks he’s the Heir of Slytherin (along with the rest of Slytherin house)

Third year Draco knowing all about how Sirius Black was framed and helping Harry free him

Fourth year when Harry is entered into the tournament, the entire Slytherin house bans together to help him fucking own the tasks. (Draco being Harry’s biggest fan and making “Potter Rules” badges.)

Fifth year Harry still forming the DA except this time around it’s more than half Slytherin (Turns out Draco’s Patronus is also a stag ;) )

Sixth year Harry not even needing the half blood prince’s textbook because Draco is such a whiz at potions and tutors him free of charge

Sixth year Draco is still pressured with killing Dumbledore and Draco tries to draw away from Harry, for Harry’s sake, but Harry refuses to leave Draco alone until one day Draco ends up hugging Harry and sobbing into his chest telling him about everything that’s going on. Harry hugging him back with equal tightness, telling Draco that they’ll figure it out.

Seventh year Draco ends up telling Harry about his feelings for him and Harry smiling and saying he feels the same way. (Everyone in the Slytherin common room sighing in relief when the pair come out holding hands because finally.)

Seventh year Draco fighting against Voldemort in the Battle of Hogwarts (as does most of Slytherin house)

Draco and Harry come back for eighth year and everyone faking gagging at the pair of them because they are so in love

Draco and Harry coming back to Hogwarts as professors (Potions and DADA respectively)

Pansy: Oh yeah...So how did you and Harry end up kissing?

Draco: You know we were all alone and he was being really nice to me and, oh and he gave me this scarf...

Blaise: I thought you hated him?

“And where would you like me to take them?” 

“The dungeons will do.”

The other houses erupted into cheers, as Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and many other Slytherins started filing out of the hall.  

“No.” Came a voice. Draco Malfoy stepped out of the crowd of Slytherins, his head held high. He looked determined, and beautiful.

“I beg your pardon Mr. Malfoy?” Asked Professor McGonagall. The hall was deafeningly quiet.

“No,” Draco said, his voice firmer, “We will not leave. Some of us actually want to fight.” 

For a tense moment, Draco looked worried that no one would support him, that he’d be thrown into the dungeon anyway and be made a laughing stock. 

Harry couldn’t let that happen. 

“Let him fight.” He found himself saying.

If possible, the dining hall became even quieter. The faces of Gryffindor's, Hufflepuff's, Ravenclaw’s, and Professor's staring at him, stunned, and slightly confused. None more so than Draco Malfoy himself. 

“What are you doing, mate?” Ron whispered.

“No idea.” Harry whispered back before continuing, louder, “If Draco and the Slytherins want to fight with us, who are we to stop them?” Harry looked directly at Draco, “Right, Draco?” 

Draco wiped the shock off his face, and stared at Harry warily. He could almost see the gears turning in Draco’s head, deciding whether or not Harry was tricking him. 

“Yes,” Draco nodded, “I wish to fight.” 

“As do I.” Blaise said, stepping beside Draco.

In the end, about half of the Slytherins stepped forward to fight, the other half continued on their way to the dungeons.

“Now that that’s resolved”,” said Professor McGonagall, “Battle positions!”

----

Draco had been helping Madam Pomfree with the wounded when he heard the screaming.

“Harry Potter is dead!”

Suddenly, Draco couldn’t hear, or see, or feel anything. For one moment, he was blessedly numb. Then the voice came again.

“Harry Potter is dead!” 

Dropping the potion he was holding, Draco ran toward the courtyard and almost threw up at the sight before him. Standing before him was Voldemort’s army, his mother and father standing prominently on the front line, but what really nauseated him was Hagrid. Standing off to the side, the poor giant was shackled in chains, and carrying a body. 

Harry’s body.

“Now is your time to declare your allegiance to me.” Voldemort said.

Draco knew what was coming before his father even opened his mouth. 

“Draco!” Lucius hissed, “Draco, come here!” 

Draco looked around nervously. He didn’t want to go to his father, but what would happen if he disobeyed?

“Draco,” his mother said, “Come.” 

He was torn. His school or his mother? A building full of kids who loathe him or a family who abuses him? The only thing that may have made him stay at Hogwarts was gone, lying dead in Hagrid’s arms. 

Draco began to walk towards his mother, when suddenly, Harry flung himself out of Hagrid’s arms.

“Potter!” Draco shouting, running towards him. Draco wasn’t sure what he was going to do but he did know that he wanted to help Harry, no, he needed to help him. 

“Malfoy!” Harry shouted back, “Give me your wand!”

Draco didn’t even hesitate. He pulled his mother’s wand out of his pocket and tossed it to Harry not a moment too soon. Voldemort sent a barrage of curses at them, Harry just managing to shield himself and Draco before they hit. 

“Thank you for the wand, Draco.” Harry said.

Draco blushed and looked away, “Now is not the time for a heart to heart, Potter.” 

Harry was looking at him strangely, his eyes seemed to be looking straight into Draco’s soul.

“We need to get inside.” Harry said. He then grabbed Draco’s hand and the pair sprinted inside the castle, the doors closing behind them.

“Draco,” Harry said, that same unreadable look in his eyes, “why didn’t you tell them it was me?”

Draco said nothing.

“You knew it was me.”

Draco resolutely looked anywhere other than Harry. He feared that if the other boy saw his face, he would know exactly why Draco didn’t expose him. 

“You’re the Chosen One.” Draco said, “I refused to be the one held responsible for your death.” 

He heard Harry laugh, “I’ve always liked your wit.” Harry said, “and your hair.” He reached out and ran his hand through Draco’s platinum hair. 

Draco’s breath caught in his throat, “H-Harry?” He said, looking down at Harry. 

Harry smiled and leaned in, his lips ghosting across Draco’s.

“I think I know the real reason you didn’t tell them.” He whispered across Draco’s lips. 

“Oh, sod off!” Draco laughed, sealing their lips together tightly. 

Draco kissed Harry like his life depended on it, like he never would again. Knowing the boy he was kissing, never kissing him again was a very real possibility.

‘I’m kissing Harry bloody Potter’ thought Draco, ‘Voldemort could kill me now, and I would have no regrets.’

Voldemort.

Voldemort who is still alive.

Voldemort who Harry has to go defeat.

Draco pulled away abruptly, leaving both boys gasping for air.

“What’d you stop for?” Harry whined, trying to lean back in.

Draco allowed himself one more peck, before pushing Harry away firmly.

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