Okay I’m so damn slow because you did the art work based off my post probably late 2016 of baby Scorbus playing with Harry’s invisibility cloak BUT I was trying to show my friends today and LITERALLY ONLY JUST found your extra fan art of Draco and Harry with the father in law joke and I am DEAD 😭😭😭 thANK YOUUUU!!! It’s so amazing and I can’t stop smiling?? Also Draco’s face made my life 😂😂👏🏻
Aaaaaah hi there!!! Yep haha I had drawn a sequel to that comic and I guess I thought you’d seen it, lovely to know I could give you a nice surprise a year from then <3 Draco makes the best faces, it’s canon ;) Thanks for re-enjoying my art!!
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I would just like to swoop on in to say that you account is the best collaboration of drarry, memes and Weasley adoration (especially Ron yASSSS) I've ever seen- I LOVE your blog and by default you of course 😍👏🏻👏🏻🔥🔥 thanks for brightening my morning bubs!
Oh my goodness, it is so nice of you to say all that!! You literally made my day omg.
And yes, drarry is my OTP (right next to hannigram and hartwin). And I absolutely adore the Weasleys. It makes me sad how much Weasley hate there is in fanfics, so I always try to make positive Weasley posts to talk about how amazing that family is. :)
You have me literally in happy hysterical floods of tears rn!! 🙈😭😳 the scorbus fan art you drew of my headcanon is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen!!!! it popped up on my dash and I was squinting thinking it seemed awfully familiar and then !!!! I love you SO incredibly much!! your art is gorgeously cute and you have made my entire LIFE!! I'm so glad my post inspired you! 😭💗💗💗
oH MY GOSH hi there!! Thank you so much, I’m honored you like my take on your headcanon <3 I was a little shy about sending you a message / mention about this so I just linked your post in the description but wow I’m surprised it found its way to your dash somehow! //// YOUR REACTION MADE MY DAY I couldn’t be any happier *v* // Thank you again for your lovely message and for the inspiration♡♡♡♡♡♡ (and happy shipping!)
I remember when I was at primary school and obviously, living in England, Harry Potter was ‘da bomb’ and ingrained into all of us from birth
I was around 7, and the Philosophers Stone film had been released a year or so previously and there was a game on the playground that we liked to play
'The Neville Game’
Literally every play time for weeks me and my friends would attempt to reenact the scene in Philosophers Stone where Neville gets frozen and falls backwards like a rigid board to the ground
We’d jerk like we’d been struck by a curse, go stiff and then fall backwards as far as we could before we’d stumble to save ourselves from falling
The best bit? This was on pure solid concentrate and we were curiously adamant to achieve this feat of what we deemed amazing acting. None of us realised Matthew Lewis didn’t actually fall down like that.
@padaleckipatronus can be blamed for everything it’s okay because Drarry RP for the win
Draco stretched and arched his back against the arm of the couch, groaning happily as he heard a series of cracks and sweet relief coursed over his back.
He hated falling asleep in the living room as much as he loved it; the natural feeling of letting your head fall back against the couch without even realizing what was happening, and your book falling closed over your thumb to hold your place, to wake up minutes or hours later, groggy and confused and probably with terrible breath from your mouth hanging open, but rested. There was no way to tell without casting a tempus how long he’d been out, but he was sure it was time to bring out the lamb and wash the potatoes for their dinner.
Scratching at his chin, he realized he also hadn’t shaved that morning. He would need to do that while the meat braised. His bare chest, the only way to laze around the flat in the heat of July, would also need to be covered unless he wanted to repeat the Breakfast Incident.
“Draco?”
“Holy shit-!”
Draco tumbled off the couch at the sound of his own name, arms and legs akimbo as he caught the lip of the coffee table with his nose on the way down to the hardwood floor. His pants twisted around his ankles and fell down further around his hips, but he didn’t want to move anyway. Groaning in pain, he grasped at his face to feel a trickle of blood coming from somewhere near his likely ruined nose.
Harry stood at the opposite end of the living room, his keys and wand in one hand dangling lamely at his side, but his other hand was pointing at Draco, where he lay sprawled on the floor. His face, tanned from hours in the sun running Auror drills, was gaping at him, his lips parted just enough Draco could see his teeth.
“What,” he cleared his throat, “what are you wearing?”
“Is that really the question you should be asking right now-”
Fuck.
Draco stopped himself as he looked down at the pants he’d been lounging in all day. Bright. Floral and stripes. A soft polyester spandex blend sinfully soft and also...incredibly revealing.
The pants he swore he’d never let anyone else see. Ever.
A soft rumbling started in the direction Harry was standing, and though it made a little drop of blood from his nose land on the floor, Draco whipped his head around to glare at him.
Holding his hands up in surrender, the keys jingling and his wand letting off a few tiny gold sparks, Harry pinched his lips together to stop the laughter bubbling up inside of him. “I swear I won’t”, he said, referencing his own laughter, and crossing his heart with his free hand. Voice still strained, though threaded with guilt over the physical pain Draco was likely in, he said, “Want me to fix your nose...we know you’re...pants at doing it yourself!”
Draco scrambled to standing and fixed Harry with his most scathing glare, almost tripping over the soft stretchy material fluttering around his ankles, and stalked to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Harry choked out a few laughs before he burst from holding them in. Counting to ten, knowing he had to fix this immediately, he caught his breath and calmed himself down to a point where he could speak to Draco without busting out with laughter.
“Draco?” he called through the door. “I am sorry, love.”
Nothing. Not that he expected an answer yet.
Scratching at his scalp he looked around the apartment as if it would give him a clue what to say. “You looked fit, you know...uh, the pants made you-”
Draco threw open the door, which thankfully for the protection of Harry’s face opened into the room, and stood glaring at his boyfriend. Starkers. Completely starkers.
“...but this is also a very good look.” Unconsciously Harry’s eyes drifted from Draco’s taped nose with a bit of dried blood on one side, down to the slim collarbones and chest and down towards-
“Rude to stare, Potter,” Draco’s voice accused, one hand on his hip as he unabashedly stood there in all his glory.
And what glory, Harry thought to himself, licking his lips.
“It’s my birthday,” he reasoned breathlessly, holding out a hand towards Draco’s exposed hip, wishing to trace one of the little scars there.
A hand slapped his away. “You laughed at me. I believe that cancels out birthday privileges.”
Groaning with extreme affectation, Harry put his hand out again, but stopped when he felt the ghost of magic whisper around his ankles.
But then Harry realized that Draco is smirking, an evil twisted little thing that betrays that the blonde finds something very funny at Harry's expense. Harry feels the color drain from his face...oh no...surely not
The pants. He had magicked the pants on him.
They were as comfortable as they were absurd. So absurd he was sure he’d seen clowns with better fashion sense.
Draco stood there, still naked as the day he was born, folding his arms and smirking in that self-satisfied way that drove Harry up the wall most days, but never complained about when he wore it after a particularly sweaty sheet-rumpling night. Harry stood there with his red t-shirt and the pants, wondering in the back of his mind if Draco had completely vanished his jeans in retaliation, and held his hands out like a child learning to ice-skate. Then he moved a bit and felt the cool fabric glide over his legs and his groin and maybe Draco wasn’t crazy after all...
“Huh,” he said under his breath, still looking down at the ludicrous pattern. Testing the weight and movement of the fabric, he wiggled his hips, and noticed how the pants definitely were indecent for public wear. A wicked smirk bloomed on his face as he looked up to Draco.
As the sides of Harry’s mouth tilted further upward, Draco’s started to stutter and fall, the confidence falling to slight horror. He watched as Harry kept moving his hips, putting more purpose behind the swinging and jerking, so he looked less like a man with a finger in a light socket.
One hip jerk. Then another, and another, and Harry was full-out twerking around their apartment, letting the pants swish and sway around his ankles.
“Potter! Don’t you dare, those are my pants and if you ruin them-”
Cackling joyously, Harry started screaming this was the best birthday ever, as Draco chased him around the flat with his arms outstretched.
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