#drarrymicrofic

Harry already feels filthy enough being in the Restricted Section, attempting to find books about the Hallows and why a mysterious cloaked figure calling itself Death stalks his dreams. 

“Potter.”

Fucking Malfoy.

Pansy was happy—no, elated—to finally have Draco here. Their favourite watering hole in Knockturn was swamped with its normal Friday crowd.

Somehow they’d not wound up in Azkaban. In lieu of incarceration, they were serving their time by working for the DMLE—Draco as an Auror; Pansy a forensic specialist.

Their bottle of nero d’avola arrived—a silent ode to Blaise—and Pansy opened her mouth to vent about her week working under Gryffindors, only to be cut off by Draco snarling, seemingly apropos of nothing, “Potter.”

Fuck, this again. Draco’s Harry Potter obsession flaring back to life.

Before she could redirect the conversation to the ills of Granger’s dastardly, arse-hugging pencil skirts that couldn’t possibly be Ministry-approved, Harry Potter manifested before them.

It was infuriating enough Potter had gotten fitter with age, add on his Auror robes and all of sundry were staring.

Pansy was trying to stay below the radar. Great. Soon that sodding cunt Skeeter would be here.

“Draco,” Potter said, and Draco jolted in his seat. His grey eyes owlishly wide and his mouth dropped open. His flushed cheeks rounding out the visage.

Gods, this was embarrassing.

“What do you want, Potter?” Pansy asked.

Potter, without class or decorum, grabbed Draco’s wine and glugged it down. Draco made an affronted noise.

“Potter, what the fuck—”

“Draco, Robarbs just made me Head Auror.” Even more shocking than the use of Draco’s name or an explanation of why he was here, disturbing their evening, was when Potter dropped to his knees and buried his face against Draco’s thigh.

Pansy prided herself for her quick thinking in outlandish situations, but all her brain cells were in absentia.

With a sharp glare to Pansy, promising death upon interruption, Draco lowered his hand to the nape of Potter’s neck and stroked.

“Harry, you don’t have to take it.” Draco waved his wand conjuring a new chair at their table and waved over a server. “Firewhiskey, please,” Draco said as he helped Potter to his chair. “Please keep out the press.” And despite Potter’s flailing objections, Draco offered over an obscene pile of Galleons.

Pansy didn’t put on her best lipstick for this shit.

“What in Circe’s rosy tits is going on?” she hissed.

“Er,” Potter said. “We might have a bit of a bond now.”

Prompt: bond (submitted by @dragonbornphoenix) ⛓️‍💥💍🖇️🤝

Prompt: ball (submitted by @dragonbornphoenix) ⚽🏈🥎💃🕺🪩

Prompt: book (submitted by @dragonbornphoenix) 📚📖🎟️🎫

Hello there,

Yes, absolutely! We don't just allow this, we encourage it. All our prompts are there to be revisited whenever the mood takes you. Just tag us (and let us know which prompt it is) and we will reblog any micro you choose to write.

Looking forward to reading it!

For @drarrymicrofic's prompts: ex + history (50 words)

A flash of blonde hair and it was like Harry was back there again—to the fight that ended it all. His stomach dropped, and his eyes burned.

“I can’t do this. I can’t—we don’t work anymore, Harry. We’re holding onto the past.” He recalled.

Harry turned and ran.

It would be up to the new team what they wanted to do with regards to that! We also considered this when we started, but we felt that for those members who had been there for many years it would be better to retain the original server. We made various changes within the server, retiring several channels and reordering others. We also (with plenty of notice) removed all members who didn't respond to our early mod announcements, to ensure that the current cohort of members were active. There's plenty of things you can do with an existing server - but again, I'd say this would be left up to the new mods :)