The Drarry Codex

“Why the fuck are you following me?” Malfoy says, his voice harsh and cold. In Harry’s defense, he wasn’t following him. He was simply… in the same hallway. Every day. At the same time.

It wasn’t Harry’s fault that Malfoy had grown up to be one hell of a man. Malfoy was a renowned senior-level Healer, with his powers highly sought after. His grey Healer robes bore numerous insignias that Harry probably couldn’t even pronounce. As Head Auror, Harry spoke with him quite often about cases, but never beyond that. 

Harry always thought Malfoy would grow up to be cold and pointy, like an oversized version of his 13-year-old self. But instead, he had the beauty and elegance of his mother with the sharpness of his father. His long, silvery hair easily fell past his shoulders, his grey eyes like pools you could fall into if you stared long enough. Harry was very sure he wasn’t the only one who had noticed the striking beauty of Draco Malfoy, judging by the lingering glances the man often got.

“I’m not following you,”

“Oh, really? You just happened to have the same schedule as me every day for the past fucking month?” Malfoy steps closer.

“Er…”

“I don’t know what you suspect me of doing, but I will not hesitate to report your use of your Head Auror position to conduct some sort of unauthorized surveillance,” Malfoy says, his tone biting. 

Harry falters. “Wait, what-”

“I’m not naive. What do you think I’m up to now? Using dark magic on my patients? Stealing Ministry files? I’m not the boy I was back at school, and whatever ludicrous stalking you’re up to is a waste of your time and mine. I would never do anything to ruin my career, and that includes allowing your meddling.”

“Dinner.” Harry blurts out, watching Malfoy’s coldness slowly turn into confusion. “Have you eaten dinner?”

“No,” Malfoy says, slowly. “I haven’t,” Malfoy is now looking at Harry the same way a healer looks at a Janus Thickney Ward patient. Harry isn’t sure if that’s an improvement or not.

“I haven’t either. I was wondering if you want to do that. With me. Tonight. For dinner eating purposes.” Harry sees Malfoy’s eyes darken, and he immediately backpedals. “Or not. Not works perfectly fine, too.” 

“Did someone put you up to this?” Malfoy asks, eyes narrowed.

“No! No, I just- I wanted to spend some time with you. And get to, er, know you.” Harry finishes, a bit pathetically. 

“You’ve been illegally stalking me, so you could ask me out for dinner?” Malfoy asks him, looking at him like he’s announced he’s the new Voldemort. 

“For fuck’s sake I wasn’t stalking- you know what, yes,” Harry says, defeated.

“That is… very unexpected,” Malfoy says, looking at him oddly.

“You look good in healer’s robes,” Harry says weakly. 

Malfoy’s smile is downright lethal. “I look better out of them.”

Ah, shit.

@drarrymicrofic

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“Had enough yet, Malfoy?” asked the burly behemoth, whose name escaped memory. Little time was left to actually answer the thinly veiled threat before a fist collided with Draco’s jaw.

He spit blood onto the cold cement floor then trained his eyes on the men, the surrounding light dimming them into nothing but shadows. Draco could barely make out the form of the leader as he cocked his head and answered, “Actually, I was thinking we were just getting started.”

He may be outmanned six to one, bound to a chair, and currently without any weapons save his quick wit. But he still had the upper hand. The air was suddenly charged, sending goosebumps down Draco’s arms.

His kidnappers, sensing danger, drew their wands as the familiar smell of ozone surrounded them. Lightning was about to strike, and Draco’s heart was in overdrive from the anticipation.

for shower thoughts anon :D - jegulus, marylily, drarry -word count: 661

"It's got to be Ginny," James said, sitting back onto the sofa next to Regulus and sipping at his glass of wine. "I mean...c'mon. He's been looking at her for a while! She's pretty, funny, a damn good Quidditch player..."

"And a redhead," Lily chimed in from the loveseat, winking at her ex-husband.

"And a redhead," James acknowledged, inclining his head with a chuckle. "I'd bet money on her being his girlfriend."

"Sure, she's pretty," Regulus, who was sitting next to James, drawled, "but she used to pine after him! Harry's going to walk in here with Hermione, just you wait. She's pretty as well, and she's smart, and they've been friends for ages."

"Ginny's smart!" James retorted, sounding offended, like Regulus had said something about James's own intelligence.

"Sure, but Hermione's grades are top tier," Regulus shrugged. "Nobody can beat them."

"Hermione's in love with Ron, I guarantee it," Lily said confidently, sipping at her own drink. "Hermione and Harry get on too well. There's no tension there."

"Poor Hermione. Why do the smart ones always fall for the emotionally stunted?" Regulus mumbled, smirking when James shouted 'Oi!'

But after scoffing at his husband, James sighed and addressed the room at large. "Alright. Let's say it's not Ginny or Hermione. Who, then? Cho? Luna?"

Finally, Mary, who was sitting next to Lily, gave a little giggle.

"You have an idea, love?" Lily asked curiously, turning to her wife.

Mary grinned. "No, it's none of my business," she said airily.

"You've known Harry since he was a baby," Regulus replied, rolling his eyes. "Just because you've only officially become his stepmother recently-"

"Ugh, 'stepmother' sounds awful...like I'm going to lock him in a tower..." Mary grimaced.

"Whatever. What're you thinking?" James asked eagerly.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mary said, eyes on Regulus, who gave her an annoyed head shake. "I'd bet my life he walks in with Draco Malfoy."

James and Regulus's sitting room was silent for a long time.

"Nah, that's-"

"There's no fucking way-"

But Regulus was the one who said thoughtfully, "No...she has a point."

James stared at his husband like he had three heads. "Love...Harry hates Draco, you know this! You...you both make fun of Lucius Malfoy together!"

"Yes, it's great bonding," Regulus agreed slowly. "And I'd sooner die than say anything nice about my cousin or her husband. Why do you think I haven't so much as sent them a letter in almost twenty years? But...well, you and Harry are very similar, James."

"Meaning what?" James asked incredulously.

Lily let out a little laugh of understanding. "Meaning he could also fall for the grumpy, pretentious Slytherin with a shit upbringing and a horrible outlook on life and somehow realize that said Slytherin isn't as shit as his family is."

Regulus frowned. "Grumpy?"

James, however, gave Lily an affronted look. "Are you saying that our son inherited my...what? Attraction to Slytherins?"

"Maybe your attraction to people who insult you, too," Mary mumbled from next to Lily, and everyone laughed except James.

"But I-" James began to argue his case, but before he could, there was a crack! outside, and loud voices could be heard.

"...was going to tell them! I just didn't know how!"

"You can't just surprise your family with this, Potter! They may be 'nice people' but they're still capable of going into heart failure!"

"Listen, Malfoy, it's going to be fine. They don't care who I date, as long as I'm-"

"-Happy, yes, well trust me, I'm not going to be making you happy for a long time if this goes poorly because you didn't give them the decency of a warning!"

"Listen, you need to talk quieter, alright? They can probably hear, and..."

And the voices trailed off into whispers, all four adults looked at each other with wide eyes.

"Well....I like him," Mary said, breaking into a grin. "But I'm just the stepmother, so..."

Apples and Oranges by @poljupci (76k, T)

Tags: Writer Draco, EWE, Slow Burn, Romantic Comedy

Well. Well. This certainly wasn’t on today’s agenda. This certainly wasn’t in the plans. Harry didn’t even know this was something that could happen today. He hasn’t expected this. At. All.  He glances at his watch. This was supposed to be quick refresh-your-head walk. He is supposed to be back in his office in 15 minutes.  He is not going to be back in his office in 15 minutes. How in the name of Merlin’s saggy ballsack is he supposed to turn around and go back to his office after this? He’s staring. Blatantly.  Fuck. God fucking damn it. Malfoy looks up.  He looks good.