#ler!draco

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Drarry fic

By the middle of second year, Harry was being aggravated by Draco's daily antics. But, of course, he couldn't do anything about it. He hadn't broken any school rules, after all. While walking to Flitwick's Charms class, Harry was sulking about his soaked clothes, which were, obviously, due to Draco's use of Aguamenti the same morning. When he walked in, however, the board caught his eye; they were learning a new spell that day. 

"Ric-tu-sem-pra," he repeated the incantation, curious as to what it could do. "Interested, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked. Harry, having quite forgotten that he wasn't alone, nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice beside him. 

"Y-yes. What does it do?" he replied. "You'll learn in a few minutes. Can't have the others think I'm picking favourites, now can I?" Flitwick asked jovially. "I'm sure Malfoy's father would hear about that," Harry muttered through his teeth, as he went to take his seat in between where Ron and Hermione would usually be sitting. Both were, however, in the hospital wing. Another one of Neville's unfortunate accidents. 

One by one the rest of the students began to file into the room, filling most of the seats with curious faces, and others with impatience. "Today we will be learning a new charm. It is pronounced…" Harry's eyes began to wander as Flitwick droned on, eyes landing on Draco, and settling to glare at him. "...practice your skills on one another. Keep that in mind, as you will need to choose partners. Alright, let's begin." That snapped Harry back to reality. They would have to practise the charm on one another? 

He could only pray that Ron or 'Mione would get there in time. He didn't know what the spell did, as he wasn't paying any attention, but he didn't trust anyone. Two by two, people paired up.

"Sorry, Malfoy, but I already promised Goyle," Crabbe said, before walking away quickly. Draco scowled across the room at the only other loner as he stalked towards him. Harry set his jaw and met him in the middle. "Malfoy," Harry greeted coldly. "Potter." Draco spat back.

They separated into two lines, each pair facing one another. Flitwick pointed his wand to Draco's line, stating, "This is line A. You will be practicing first. Line B will go second. Alright, Begin!"

Wands raised into the air, and one loud "Rictusempra" fell down the line. It came from Draco's lips last, as he swished his wand and pointed it straight at Harry. Harry's line quickly devolved into laughter, which confused him until the silver light hit his stomach, enveloping it in a tickling sensation that set his face on fire and electrified his nerves.

Harry tried his best not to react, but he soon succumbed and began giggling madly. Draco's stomach fluttered at the sound and his wrist twisted of its own accord, which, to Harry's delight dismay, only intensified the sensation. He curled in on himself as if that would help anything.

Draco, meanwhile, was panicking. Why was his heart skipping at the musical sound of Harry's giggles? Why did the sight of him in such a joyful state, forced or not, make Draco want to grin like an idiot? His wand travelled up, increasing the pitch of Harry's breathy laughter as the light hit his ribs.

Draco became suddenly aware of the stares all around him, and the quiet, breathy pleas from Harry as he ran out of air. He swished his wand and the light retreated back into his wand. Harry breathed a sigh of relief but remained curled up, recovering.

Draco looked about him and realized that everyone else had stopped minutes ago and were simply staring at the pair of them in awe. He then felt the pull of his cheeks and coughed, wiping the grin off of his face.

Flitwick cleared his throat, returning to his stand, and spoke. "Now then. Line B, I suppose you will have to practice tomorrow. Alright, pack up now, class is almost over." Draco looked anywhere but at the boy being helped to his feet, face still ablaze, as he got his books and placed his wand into his belt.

He led the class out, to avoid glancing at Harry again, who took the rear for the same reason. He was more than a little grateful that neither of his friends had been there. No one spoke of the incident, and Draco made sure his father would be none the wiser.

This is a Ler!Draco x Lee!Reader tickle fic.

Summary: The reader is feeling a little down so Draco decides to cheer them up.

Word count: 877

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It was a cold and rainy November. You hadn’t had a great month yet anyway, despite it only being 5 days in. Being in third year, you had noticed the growing change in the amount of homework and studying you had been given and it was starting to stress you out. And the news of a mass murderer on the loose didn’t help with your stress level either. 

Your next lesson was Defence Against the Dark Arts. You rather enjoyed this lesson, though being a Slytherin it was probably best to hide your enjoyment. Professor Lupin was a great teacher though. You walked into the classroom and took your normal seat beside Draco Malfoy. 

“How’s your arm Draco?” You asked, looking at the arm loosely in a sling. 

“It’s okay today, thanks Y/N. It really did take a beating from that monster though,” Draco replied. You smiled briefly at him before getting your book out. 

Lupin was standing at the front of the class, this lesson he was explaining how to fight off Hinkypunks. You were zoned out completely, thinking about all the assignments you had to do. You didn’t realise you were daydreaming until you heard Draco loudly whisper your name.

“Hey, Y/N” 

You snapped back to reality and turned to Draco.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded but your face refused to smile. Draco furrowed his brows but continued anyway.

“Do you like my drawing?” He asked, showing you the moving drawing he had just made of Harry Potter being struck by lightning in tomorrow’s Quidditch match. You scoffed a little, forcing your mouth to smile.

“Yeah, that’ll be him for sure” You said, but you turned your attention back to Lupin, your smile fading instantly, Draco looked at you, concerned. 

Summary: A desperate attempt at keeping Draco’s mind occupied leads to a plethora of giggling and happy discoveries 

a lil drarry drabble

its 3 am and i deliriously wrote this in a drarry infused haze if its ass im s orry

The bed sheets of Harry’s four poster had long since between reduced to a crumpled up ball at the bottom of the mattress. Harry and Draco laid in comfortable silence side by side; circles were drawn softly on skin, messy hair stuck out in all directions and the heat radiating from their bodies rose and intertwined into the already mellow air. Harry’s blissful thoughts alternated between fondness for his boyfriend laying beside him, and the unusual absence of guilt for laying in silence, with no goal or direction or meaning; just lying next to the one he loves for no other reason than because its what he wants to do. There’s no upcoming event or ongoing turmoil to keep his stomach lurching and brain whizzing, no imminent danger that he ought to be ready for - just a long pale arm drooped across his torso and Draco Malfoy staring fondly up at him.

Because I’m living in 2014

Draco does hilarious body movements when tickled. You’d think he’s being electric shocked if you didn’t have context - it shatters his tough persona into a metric fuckton of tiny pieces

Harry has a crippling fear of hurting Draco so he just resorts to lying in the plank position, grunting, giggling and squirming when Draco insists on tickling him.

Draco is low key bad at tickling so harry often has to pretend that the tickling is working when it’s really not. But it’s worth it to see the triumphant smile on his boyfriends face.

On the contrary, harry is so good at tickling that it takes a millisecond to get Draco to squeak and thrash about. Harry is fully aware of this talent and is quite proud of himself when he gets Draco to collapse after just one pinch.

However, when Draco does manage to get harry good, the raven haired boy gets super embarrassed about his giggly laughter. Although when Draco goes for his feet, it quickly turns into a bellowing cackle ~

Draco is most ticklish on his ribs, hips and knees while harry is more sensitive to tummy/neck/feet tickles

Harry honest to god loves to tickle Draco. Mostly because he can tell that he likes it, no matter how red he gets when harry grabs at his hips in public.

Draco thinks he’s hot shit pretending that he hates being tickled by his boyfriend, he truly thinks he’s some kind of acting god but harry has known since their literal first date.