#drarrysecretsanta

We're glad to tell you that you won't have to spend your Christmas Holiday without any special gift this year. (Meaning Drarry.) But, you won't find this gift under the Christmas tree, and it won't be wrapped in nice and shiny paper, but it's sure you won't need to put any galvanic smile on your face when you finally get your hands, or more like your eyes on it. You'll get a personified gift, made only for you on the grounds of your own requests.

 I (@scientificallyfrostedtrenchcoat) volunteered to help @necocoxeiji to organize and moderate this year's event. There are some rules and schedule to follow, we have a more detailed and personified, but also simple and self-explanatory sign-up form that will make it possible for us to find the best match to every participant. There's really one thing I can assure you about this event: it's going to be FUN! We'll make sure to keep our hands on the wheel, so if you have doubtful thoughts about participating in the Drarry Squad Secret Santa Gift Exchange, just simply shoo those thoughts away!

 You have until October 28th to sign up, but don't hesitate too much, SIGN UP right away!

 After you sign up, you'll automatically get your filled out the form on your email. That will be your confirmation of your successful sign-up. You are free to edit your sign-up until the deadline.

 The Sign-up will close on October 28th.

 For more information about the event please go to the FAQ page or use the ask box.

Music is the Key to my Soul

I’m fine, I have to be. That’s what ran through Draco’s head every morning, and every second of every day. It didn’t matter what happened, he was fine.  It was with that mentality that he went to his last class of the day. It wasn’t that Draco didn’t like his classes or his school. It was just that he hated the amount of people and boredom that filled his ‘luxurious’ private boarding school. If it were up to Draco, he would go to a normal public high school taught by normal teachers and have normal grades with normal classes, not mention have normal friends who did normal things. But nothing in Draco’s life was ever decided by him so he was used to it. Instead, he went to a very prestigious school with very sophisticated teachers, and wealthy snobs for classmates, with the weirdest, most advanced classes on the face of the earth, topping it all off with the best grades. Yes, Draco was the best student to ever grace the halls of The Mattiazzi Academy of the Elite Gifted and Talented, or so his teachers said.  Because sure Draco had perfect grades, and sure he was in almost every club offered, and sure all of his classes were advanced, and yeah he volunteered most of his time, and he became a model for everyone else, and of course, he did all of these wonderful things. But that didn’t mean he liked it, or even notice it until that fateful competition.

It was in the middle of January 28th when the school was notified of the competition and mere hours later that Draco was taking his free period to practice. It wasn’t that he wanted to exactly, it was just that he had to, knowing that his parents would find out soon. It would make them satisfied to know that he could do things on his own. For his first piece, he was going to play Mozart’s Piano Concerto No. 15 in b-flat major obviously on the piano, for his second piece he would play the Bartók Viola Concerto on his viola, and he still had to decide on his third piece. The only reason Draco knew what he was going to do, was because he wasn’t an indecisive person, unlike his best friend Blaise Zabini. Blaise would also be performing along with their other friends Pansy, Theodore, Daphne, and Astoria. Only about 5 or 6 other classmates of theirs would be performing though.

“I am extremely sorry Blaise, but please pass on the word. I will not be able to hang out until this competition ends. I really am truly sorry. I just- my parents will be really mad if I stop practicing. Don’t roll your eyes at me, don’t you remember what happened last time I lost a competition? Exactly,” Draco started to his best friend apologetically. It wasn’t his fault that his parents had such high expectations. Draco truly did hate blowing off his friends like this. Blaise just rolled his eyes, huffed quietly and walked away, his tailored uniform sweeping behind him. Leaving Draco alone in the dull, grey hall.

Frowning heavily, Draco walked back to his dorm in silence. Draco’s dorm was different than all of the rest. It had a king sized bed against the back wall that was covered in forest green bedding that had really pretty designs in a pretty pastel purple. His walls were the same purple color with tons of different band posters covering them. Next, to his bed, he had a white wooden nightstand. In the far left corner of the room stood his white desk with his dark brown closet next to it. His desk was covered in papers, books, and makeup. While his closet was full of very expensive, custom-made, clothes and his electric guitar. And lastly in the far right corner was his bookshelf and waste basket. Setting his school bag down, Draco sat on his bed and pulled out his phone, flipping to his camera. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out four items, a lip ring, and an eyebrow ring, and two earrings.  He carefully put them in and grabbed his electric guitar. Setting it up, he softly strummed a couple chords before he had an epiphany, he suddenly knew what he was going to do for his third performance.

However, what Draco didn’t know was that a lonely public schoolboy by the name of Harry Potter would change his world upside down and help him do the things he wanted to. Little did he know that he would finally be able to free himself from the negativity and become the happy carefree person he wanted to be.

Finally, after months and months of waiting, and practicing, and getting better, as well as lying, scheming, and doing all sorts of other devious, no good things, Draco was ready for the competition. The competition was also ready for him, or so the judges thought. It was after the first round that Draco and Harry met. It started out with Harry calling 5 SOS, one of Draco’s favorite bands, trash. Then it escalated into a heated debate about the different types of music genres and bands. You see they both had very different tastes in music. Harry preferred pop, country, rap, hip=hop, R&B, and classical, whereas Draco preferred anything punk, rock, metal, indies, contemporary, jazz, and blues. The only thing they had in common was Broadway musicals. But even then they fought over which musical they thought was the best.

This debate, however, caused them both to do pretty poorly in the second round. Draco had made a whopping 3 mistakes, and Harry made 6. Blaming each other, they got into another argument. Which led to Draco’s parents being called out to ease the tension. And that did nothing but fuel it even more. In the end, Draco left, muttering about preparing for the third round. Leaving his outfit in a sports bag, Draco snuck out of the changing room and into the announcer's box. Silently, and quickly, he changed the name of his performance and left.  He then set up the different lights he needed, all without being caught. Waiting until there were only two people in front of him, Draco finally changed into his last outfit, and put his makeup on, whispering to the stage crew to dim the lights right before he went out.

He went out in a black leather leotard with silver pointe shoes, his black leather jacket, and his electric guitar. He basically looked like an emo ballerina. He started his song with a strong riff and continued on letting the music capture his emotion. He didn’t even think once about where his feet went, they just did. He looked so graceful yet so hardcore the judges were astounded. Never had they seen such kind of talent before.  But as his song ended it became more of a classical tune, soft, and sweet, before picking up again, only to end. And for that performance, and for the first time in his life, Draco received a standing ovation.

But when he exited the stage he was met with the sight of two angry faces, his mom, and dad. But before he could get a word in his dad opened his mouth, “ Young man, I am so disgusted with you! How dare you embarrass me out there in front of a crowd in a public place for that matter!?! You are a no good, useless little brat who doesn’t know when to stop! I paid all of this money for you, I give you food and a house. I gave you the clothes on your back, I treated you as my son, like I should, and this is how you repay me? By going out there, dressed like a fag, and playing that garbage? Just wait until you get home, you’ll wish you were never born!” This honestly didn’t phase Draco, not one bit as he was used to it. But it was very concerning to Harry, who had heard the yelling and had come to investigate. Just as he was about to leave, Draco spoke up.

“You don’t think I already wish I wasn’t born? You don’t think that I know that the only reason I’m here is because of you? Well, guess what? REality check, I already knew that. I also already knew how much of a screw up I am! You ingrained that into me, literally. And about when we get home, what exactly are you going to do to me old man? I’ve seen it all, so there isn’t anything new that you can do. Besides, if you kill me you’ll be doing me a favor since I’d rather be dead than here with you. Also, what exactly are you going to do, put me in the hospital again? Also, don’t you ever dare use that vile word around me again. I am gay and proud. There’s nothing you can do about it, nor is there anything wrong with it. I am a human as well, and if you can’t see that then you are blind, and don’t deserve to be my father!” By the end, Draco had tears streaming down his face, which prevented him from noticing the hand that came to strike him with a mighty blow. Thankfully, Harry got there just in time, saving Draco from a terrible slap. Growling slightly, the Malfoy patriarch demanded that the teen remove his and go run along. Harry, being the stubborn person he is obviously refused.

This led to him getting into a fight with the elder Malfoy male.  It didn’t go on long before the stage crew called for places for the awards. Thanking Harry, and quickly resolving the tension and hate between the two, Draco fixed himself up and got ready for the announcements.  Happily, Draco wound up in first place with Harry as number two. And it was only after this that the two boys became friends, and exchanging numbers.

Months later, and the boys were dating since they lived across town from each other. Both of their parents’ disliked their relationship, however, there was nothing they could do about it. The two boys were madly in love, and they had matching tattoos, as well as matching necklaces to prove it. Draco had a key that said, ‘Music is…’ while Harry had a heart that said, ‘the key to my soul.’

Again this is for @necocoxeiji

A Million Different Things:

End of May or early June, there were two men who seemed to be polar opposites. Or so they thought, what they didn’t know was that they were alike in more ways than one. On one side of Wizarding London a man by the name of Draco Malfoy was in his house with his parents celebrating the end of the war, and the rebuilding of Hogwarts. On the other side was Harry Potter, sitting in a bar with his friends, Ron and Hermione, also celebrating. Both men acted that they were happy, but they couldn’t escape the huge black hole of darkness in their hearts. Both were falling deeper and deeper and neither could stop.It wasn’t until months later when they stumbled upon each other in the weirdest of situations did they find the solutions they were looking for. It started like this.

    “Hermione, Ron leave me alone. I’m fine. I know how to go supply shopping, I’m not a first year!” Harry said rolling his eyes slightly, and pushing his chair in. He grabbed his coat and apparated out into Diagon Alley.  When he got there the number of external stimuli hit him harshly. The noise was loud, there were a hundred different people to be seen, and thousands of more foods to be eaten and smells to be investigated. But Harry ignored all of these enticing things and headed right to Flourish and Blott’s, the best books shop and supply store ever known to Wizarding kind, at least that’s what Hermione told him.  It was only after Harry had bought all of his books, parchment, quills, and other supplies that he realized he forgot a wand. And it was only halfway back to his flat that he realized it.  He kept going on his journey home, not even stopping since he vowed to himself that he’d do it at a later date.

   It was on this later date that his life changed forever. It was after he came out of Ollivander’s that he bumped into Draco. It was a pure accident as Draco was oddly enough listening to music on his iPod, and Harry was, being the clumsy thing he is, not paying attention. This caused the two men walk directly into each other.  In a flash Draco was up, picking Harry’s wand up and holding out his and muttering swift and jumbled apologies. With a slight smile, Harry accepted the hand and returned the iPod. “It’s okay Draco. I’m fine, honestly, it’s not the end of the world for knocking down the Chosen One,” Harry teased lightly. Which only caused Draco to raise a perfect white eyebrow, and smirk slightly. With one last apology and another smirk, Draco spun on his heel, in a manner that would make both his father, and Snape proud, and left leaving Harry standing there with his mouth open, like an idiot.

    But before he could get too far he turned back and called out, “Take a picture it lasts longer, Potter. Oh, and honestly, close your mouth before you catch flies.” Which desperately made Harry wish he could have gotten over those feelings from his original Hogwarts days. But sadly, life never worked in Harry’s favor.  Which is why he felt himself falling slowly in love with Draco all over again during the earlier months of the school year as he listened to Hermione complain about how he was in all of her advanced classes, and Ron complain about how the Slytherin Quidditch team was probably going to be better than ever.

    But none of that mattered until Harry found himself in the Hospital Wing a day before the start of Winter Break due to a broken arm, a fractured wrist, and a sprained ankle, all because of Quidditch Practice. While he was sitting there resting, the doors flew open and in rushed a couple teachers carrying a pale, limp body. Craning his neck to get a better view, Harry quickly realized that it was Draco. Harry had never seen Draco look so pale and sickly. Draco was as thin as a stick and was extremely gaunt.  Harry had never felt so disgusted in his life because surely that wasn’t the same boy that he had bumped into about 4 months ago. But sadly it was.

    Over and over he heard the same words being repeated, “Malnutrition… anorexic… depressed… could die…professional help…mentally unstable…” And it was those last three phrases that really caught Harry’s attention because why would Draco, his sweet, adorable, yet cunning and fierce Draco need professional help? Why would his strong, brave Draco be mentally unstable? How could his carefree, attention loving, smirk wearing, prick of a Draco be so close to death? It just didn’t make sense to Harry. It took him a couple of days of repeating these questions in his head that he realized two things. One that Draco never was, and probably never will be his. And two that it was probably because of the same reason he felt as if he were on the edge of death, PTSD. Most of the students in that 8th year were diagnosed with multiple disorders, the most common being PTSD.

    After all of the teachers left and Madam Pomfrey went back into her office Harry slid out of bed and walked over to Draco’s bedside and began talking to him, “Hey Draco, I know that you are sleeping and probably can’t hear me but I would like to say this anyway. You are an amazing, wonderful, talented, bright young man, that everyone should have the pleasure of knowing and meeting. I know that we were never on the best of terms, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t notice things. It doesn’t mean that I didn’t notice that you tended to tap your fingers on every surface attainable or that your eyes would always flicker between blue and grey depending on your mood. It doesn’t mean that I didn’t notice that you bit your lip whenever you got frustrated, or that you only ever used that one table in the back of the library. Or that you are one of the biggest nerds in all of Europe, and that you love getting your hands on any type of new information, or that you have a pair of black thick framed pair of glasses.  I’ve also noticed that you knew most of the Slytherins in our year before getting to Hogwarts. I’ve also noticed that despite liking green apples, you despise almost every other type of apple.  But then again, it became a hobby, no an obsession, watching you. You were always so mesmerizing, so captivating that once someone laid their eyes on you, it was torture to look away. And I’m usually not good with words but I think this came out okay. Well, what I’m really trying to say is that you have so much going for you right now and you have so many people in this world that care about you that you shouldn’t be in this rut you are in right now. Oh, did I forget to mention that I noticed how down you were as well? Well if I did, I said it now. But in those many people, I stand as well. This may come as a shocker, but I love you. With all my heart, and it might not be believable but it is the truth, and I’m sorry if you don’t feel that way.”

    And with that Harry started walking away, shaking his head at how ridiculous he probably sounded. Until he heard a faint voice speak up, “You know I never took you as the type of person to confess and then leave the other person hanging Potter. Don’t make this a habit now, or we’ll never be able to be in a relationship. No…  don’t look at me like that, of course, I return the feelings. Why wouldn’t I? Actually no, don’t answer that. Also, I never knew you could be so eloquent, Potter. Is that how you managed to pass all of your classes, through your words?” Which caused Harry to laugh at the end because only Draco could be sarcastic in that situation. However, this led to them talking all night. And at the end of their entire conversation, Harry felt like he could create an entire autobiography about Draco, almost.

   It was almost visiting hours when Harry asked a final question, “Hey Draco, I know this is weird and kinda sudden, but would you like to go on a date with me? I mean after we both get out of here and like to the next Hogsmeade trip or whatever. You don’t have to say yes.” Harry tended to ramble when he was nervous, but when he glanced up at Draco, he noticed the ginormous grin on the other boy’s face.

   “Of course I would Harry!! After all of the talking we just did, I would be a fool not to accept besides, I really like you. I do.  And no matter what anybody says I will always stick by your side because my mother once told me to follow my heart. And besides, you never know what someone means since words can mean a million different things.”

This is for@necocoxeiji.