#hp drarry

“No matter where I go,” Draco bemoaned around a mouthful of food, “his face is everywhere. It’s positively cruel.”

Fliers, posters, signs. Draco couldn’t escape him.

“Yes,” Pansy hummed, reclining back against the marble steps outside Gringotts, Greg beside her tucking into some concoction from Fortescues. “He is rather like your own ubiquitous paramour.”

“Potter, my paramour?” Draco scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Pansy.”

“You’re right, pet,” she conceded, a mischievous glint in her dark eyes. “Paramour he is not. Ubiquitous—” she extended her lithe arm from her side, hand elegantly bent at the wrist, and swiped her pinky finger through Greg’s ice cream. “—he most certainly is.”

Quick as a snitch, Pansy’s tongue darted out, lapping up the ice cream that coated her finger. Greg frowned, a deep line forming between his furrowed brows.

“You’ve done it now, Pans,” Draco teased.

“Now, Greg,” Pansy lilted. “If it means that much to you I’ll buy you another.” He stared blankly ahead, lost in thought. “What do you say?” She prodded.

“What’s—” Greg paused, eyes and scrunching together.

“What’s what?”

“What’s oobikity-whatty?”

Pansy snorted.

Draco couldn’t help but smile. “Ubiquitous, Greg.”

“Yeah, that.”

“It means everywhere,” Pansy added between fits of laughter.

“In any case,” Draco started, shaking his head, “I suppose it makes sense, but that doesn’t stop it from being so bloody annoying.”

“Stop what being so bloody annoying?”

The voice froze Draco in place, eyes wide open. “Nothing,” Draco squeaked, shoulders ratcheted up to his ears. “Just the usual.”

A wall of heat radiated near Draco’s side. The big oaf must have come up to them. “Right. And that’d be?”

Blast Harry Potter and his inability to interpret social cues. Luckily, Draco didn’t have to speak, because Pansy cut in smoothly. “Just the Goblins. They’re still giving Draco a rough go of it when he comes to withdrawal.”

Potter chuckled darkly. “Sounds about right, that.” He looked over at Draco, their eyes locking, before looking over Greg and Pansy, backing away. “Nice to see you lot, but I’ve got to get to the Leaky.

He left to a chorus of goodbyes. When he was no more than a speck in the crowd, Greg spoke up again. “You know, Draco. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked Potter being ubiquitoos.”

This must be what hell feels like, Harry thought to himself as he stared across the tables in the Great Hall. Draco Malfoy sat next to his friends, a smirk pulling at his perfect lips as he watched Harry from the corner of his eyes.

Harry didn't know when his feelings had gone from hate to infatuation, but he watched in horror as his heart ached for Draco to just look his way. What the hell was wrong with him... Malfoy was the enemy, right?

I absolutely hope I don't get banned.

Inktober D3

"Boots"

I know it's not much but I was so excited to finish this. My inktober plan was to smut or cute everything up as much as I can, even if I don't have the time and I really don't have time for everything I want to do.

inspired by All Too Well The Short Film by Taylor Swift