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Prompt: Book
Word count: 408
"I am here but I am not yours." Said Malfoy, staring at the book in Harry's grasp.
He looked as though he had said it accidentally, eyes soft.
"Uh," Harry replied, intelligently.
"Chapter eighteen of your book. Have you read it?" Malfoy came closer. Inquisitive.
"No, it's-" For Hermione. Hermione sent him to collect a book she pre-ordered, stuck working overtime at the ministry. "It's- a recommendation. For me. To read."
"Ah," he said, "it's really very good."
"I've heard," said Harry. He nodded to Malfoyās book and read the title aloud, "The intricacies of a spellbound wizard"
Malfoy raised a brow, "Have you read it?"
"Oh, yes." Lied Harry. Just because he didn't remember the last time he'd read a book didn't mean he was any less intelligent than that pompous git.
"And what did you think?" Had Malfoy stepped closer again, or was it Harry's imagination?
Harry faltered, "Very - very good. Descriptive."
"It is, isn't it? You know, I wouldn't have thought you'd like this sort of thing, Potter?"
"No I'm a - a big fan. Of. That sort of thing." Was he sweating?
"Hm. Well maybe you should stop by the manor one day and we can discuss... the book." Malfoy had definitely come closer; they were practically breathing the same air, now.
"Sounds - good. Yeah it's a. Sounds - sounds like a plan."
"See you, Potter." He said, before gracefully leaving the shop.
Harry immediately scanned the shelves for Malfoyās book, finally finding it on the bottom shelf. "The Intricacies of a Spellbound Wizard" read the title. Beneath, in a smaller print were the words; "A guide to magical intercourse between wizards" and Harry died, for a brief moment.
He had just told Draco Malfoy that he was a - big fan - of magical gay sex.
It was only when he was done having a little panic that Harry realised. Malfoy had invited him round to discuss the book. Had he been flirting? Surely not.
Well it didnāt matter, because Harry obviously wasnāt going to go. What did Draco wish to discuss? The best positions to create protection spells? How orgasms can bring a potion to maturity? He was not going. Absolutely not.
Unless Malfoy would think that rude?
Not that Harry cared what he thought, but not going would only add to Malfoyās insistence that Harry was uncivilised. So really, he simply had to go.
Harry promptly paid for the book and apperated to Wiltshire.
The Complimenting Charm
@drarrymicrofic | wc: 199 | prompt: charm
Harry had loved working in the Department of New Spells right up until the moment he got hit by a faulty Complimenting Charm.
It made him blurt out whatever he found attractive about anyone he looked at, which had already made three coworkers deeply uncomfortable.
He had retreated to his office to wait it out, staring fixedly at his desk and trying not to compliment the wood grain.
The door opened.
āPotter. I sincerely hope youāre not in the middle of anything vital. Iāve brought theāā
Malfoy. Shit.
Harry immediately clamped his mouth shut which couldāve passed as normal if one ignored the way he went violently red.
āWhat in Merlinās name are you doing?ā Malfoy asked, tilting his head.Ā
Harry lost the battle at once. āYour eyes are really unfair, your hair looks stupidly soft, your shirt is too tight in a way that feels deliberate, and youāre so bloody fit itās honestly annoying.ā
Malfoy stared blankly at him for a moment, then sat down opposite him.
āWell,ā he said, crossing one long leg over the other, āI was wondering when your tragically underdeveloped emotional faculties would catch up with your appalling lack of subtlety. Do continue, Potter.ā
two ghost standing in the place of you and me
Itās Harryās first time being back at Andromedaās cottage since⦠since Draco.
Only heās still everywhere.
Heās yelling in the foyer, hand flat when it hits the wall. Heās lifting Harry up onto the bathroom counter, hand already rucking up his shirt. Somehow Draco is everywhere and nowhere at all.
weāre not who we used to be
He thinks itās another figment of his imagination when, on the fourth day, he finds Draco waiting for them on the stoop. Teddiās happy yelp anchors him in the now, helping him see all the ways Dracoās changed ā hair short, piercings gone, a smile for Harry rather than a grimace.
we donāt see what we used to see
Draco stays for supper and late into the night, for Teddy⦠and maybe Harry.
Theyāre had a glass of wine when Harry realizes this doesnāt hurt like he thought it would. Theyāve had two glasses when he realizes he misses the memories more than the man in front of him.
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Prompt: Lacklustre
Word Count: 50
Auror Training
"Oh, for fuckās sake, Potter!"
Harry panted, wand slack. Theyād been drilling for hours; his half-arsed wand work was, frankly, embarrassing. Dracoās frustration sharpened with every spell that fizzled out, grey eyes constantly rolling. Harry tried his best to focus. But how could he? With Draco Malfoy fucking shirtless.

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@drarrymicrofic | 700 words
Prompt: Fair
September āRobards did what?ā Ron splutters, nearly chocking on his beer.
Harry doesnāt want to say it again. He really doesnāt.
āRobards paired you with Malfoy?ā Ron repeats slowly as he stares at Harry in horror.
Harry nods.
Ronās mouth falls open. āWhat the fuck.āĀ Ā Ā
āItās only for a few months. For training. Until we earn our badges.ā Harry sighs. āApparently we are ...compatible.ā Ā
āFuck, mate. Howās that fair that you of all people get stuck with the bloody ferret?ā
Harry stares into his glass as he might find the answer there. He drains the last of it. It leaves a sour taste in his mouth.
Ron is right. Itās not fair. It fucking isnāt. Ā
October Harry hears them. Malfoy must hear them too--the snickers, the barely muffled snide remarks ā āHe doesnāt belong here. ...Unacceptable. ... should never have been allowed to enrol...Bloody unfair.ā
The other trainees are not exactly discreet. He sees their sneers behind Malfoyās back, the way their mouths twist in disgust as he walks past them. Malfoy never rises to it, pretends he doesnāt hear, keeps his head down. Ā
He works the hardest out of them all.
That takes courage, Harry thinks.
January Harry startles awake. He blinks, disoriented. He turns his face and sees Malfoy beside him, sitting in silence, a finger to his lips.
What--?
āShush,ā Malfoy whispers.
It comes back to Harry then. The stakeout. Theyāve been sitting here for hours, trapped in a space no bigger than a closet, waiting for God knows what. āShit, sorry. I must have dozed off,ā Harry muttered, yawning.
āTell me something I donāt know, Potter.ā
Ā Harry rubs his face. āIāll take over.ā
āItās fine. Iāve got it. Iāll wake you if anything happens.ā
āCome on, itās only fair. Iām not letting you do the whole night.ā
āPotter, Iām not tired. You sleep more. You need it.ā
Harry wonders how Malfoy knows, but he does need it. The night before had been hard, as it still is sometimes, riddled with nightmares and insomnia. Ā He tries to stay awake, he really does, but his eyes are heavy and soon enough his head drops. It lands on Malfoyās shoulder.
Malfoy is stiff but does not push him away.
He smells nice, Harry thinks before drifting off.
March āWhyād you do that?ā Harry calls after Malfoy as they leave Robardsās office.
Malfoy doesnāt slow and Harry has to catch his arm to stop him. āMalfoy.ā
āWhat?ā He turns and looks at some vague spot behind Harryās head.
āWhy did you cover for me? Why did you lie? You didnāt have to do that. Iām the one who screwed up.ā
āI donāt know. Itāit didnāt seem fair.ā Malfoy meets his eyes then, āWeāre a team. Arenāt we? Isnāt it what partners do?ā
Harryās chest tightens.
May The Auror uniform is dark navy. Harry traces the golden embroidered words on his heart ā Junior Auror Potter. He smiles then heads to the Leaky.
The pub is a sea of dark navy uniforms. Itās loud and joyful, and Harry feels alive.
Pints are raised, backs are clapped, congratulations are shouted across the room.
Harry loses track of how many pints he had. His head is fuzzy, heās happy.
āCongratulations, Auror Potter.ā
Harry jumps. He turns and sees him. Dracoās smile is big and bright. Harryās eyes drift down to the words stitched into the fabricāJunior Auror Malfoy.Ā Blue suits him. It really fucking suits him.
Merlin.
Alcohol is pumping through Harryās veins, warm and reckless. He steps closer.
āItās unfair how good you look in this.ā
June āItās against regulation, Harry,ā Draco says as he pushes him away.
Harry chases his lips. āJust one kiss.ā
Draco rolls his eyes. āNoā
āJesus, youāre uptight. Youāre ridiculously strict when it comes to rules, you know that. How am I supposed to resist when youāre there walking around all day in your bloody uniform.ā
Draco rolls his eyes again but his mouth twitches upwards.
āLifeās unfair,ā Harry whines. āCanāt a guy kiss his boyfriend?ā
Draco freezes. He stares at Harry with wide eyes, then walks straight towards him, grabs his face in both hands and kisses him.
Okay. Fine.
Maybe not so unfair after all.
Been busy so now Iām playing major catch up š¤£
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Prompt: Fair
Word count: 1882
Harry wasn't exactly pleased when Ron dragged him to the fair.
"Mate - how do muggles even come up with this stuff?" Ron said, absolutely enamoured with the ferris wheel.
"Yeah," Harry grumbled, fidgeting with the paper wristband that was cutting off the circulation to his hand.
Hermione had managed to get out of coming, as pregnancy and bumper cars didn't exactly mix well. Harry, however, had no excuses to give. Well, none that Ron would've believed.
He couldn't say he was stuck at work, because they worked together. He couldn't say he was sick, because Ron would check on him. He couldn't say he had a family thing, because the Weasley's were his family. He couldn't claim to be on a date, because Ron knew better than anyone that Harry didn't do those anymore. Not since Rachel had gone sprinting to the Prophet the moment they had any kind of an argument.
So he was at the fair.
"Come on, Harry. Let's go on the ghost train!"
"Alright," Harry huffed.
Ron seemed to be enjoying himself at least; gallivanting about with an armful of candy floss. It's not that Harry had gotten so old and boring he'd forgotten how to have fun. He could have fun! But why did it have to be the fair, of all places? Bright and loud and sticky. What a nightmare.
The ghost ride looked painfully dull - Harry stood watching the people getting off as he waited, and even the kids looked half asleep.
Finally it was their turn, and the pair clambered into the cart. It was just as tiresome as Harry expected: the cart leading them through dark rooms with plastic spiders (Ron nearly cried) and paper ghosts.
The last room snapped him right awake, however. It was dimmer than the rest, and difficult to see past smoke that was inevitably pouring out of a machine somewhere. There was the muffled sound of an organ from a previous room, but besides that, all was silent.
"Beware, the end is near. Beware, the end is near!" drawled a voice in the dark.
There was something about the voice. It unsettled Harry.
"Leave and never return, for danger awaits those who remain..."
Ron sat there giggling, while Harry tightened his grip on the freezing safety bar. The smoke machine stung his eyes and made the room smell burnt. Logically, Harry knew that this was a stupid ride in a stupid fair and he was being stupid. But every one of his senses was screaming run.
There was a flash, and then another, and soon the train was vibrating and rumbling like they'd been thrust into a lightning storm. As the train moved forward, the smoke cleared, and Harry could see a figure up ahead.
"Danger awaits those who remain!" the voice said again, "LEAVE!"
It then became apparent that the figure ahead was the owner of the voice. Harry braced as they neared the end.
Another flash, a second, a third, until all Harry could look at was white-blonde.
He was laughing manically, voice echoing through unseen speakers around the room. Black paint masked his face and dripped down porcelain cheeks, disappearing down his neck. He wore a black cloak covered in glimmering silver chains. A ghost? No.
Draco Malfoy was a fallen angel.
Ron had stopped laughing, and instead joined Harry in his gawping.
"Malfoy?" Ron said. Harry didn't think he could speak if he wanted to.
Malfoy stopped laughing immediately, and as soon as recognition dawned, so did the fear in his gaze. The train started moving again, Malfoy seemingly having missed his final line.
Just as Malfoy began to disappear from view, Harry came back to his senses.
"When do you get off work?" he called over, as the doors opened.
"Wha - erm, I have a half hour break in ten minutes?"
"Meet me at the hook-a-duck!"
"O-okay?"
The doors slammed shut behind them, and the ride ended.
"What did you do that for, mate?" Ron said, as the cart circled back to the beginning. "You really wanna speak to him?"
"You aren't curious why he's here?" Harry certainly was. Malfoy at a muggle fair? Malfoy at a fair?
"Well yeah, but-"
"He basically disappeared after the trials. The last time I really spoke to him was in the Room of Requirement. It's been years.
I just want to see what he's like now." After putting his blood sweat and tears into reducing his Azkaban sentence, he wanted to see what Malfoy was doing with his freedom. And so far? He was confused.
"Right. Well, I'm going on the helter-skelter. Meet me after?"
"You're not coming with me?" He wanted to speak to him, but not by himself. Ron was much better at breaking the ice than he was.
"Ha. Fuck no. Enjoy catching up with Malfoy."
They clambered out of the cart and Harry made his way to the hook-a-duck. He paced around for a while, and had a little panic.
What exactly did he plan on saying? Hi, Malfoy. Fancy seeing you here! How's your mum? You know it's funny, the last time we saw each other you were also in chains! The trial, remember that? Good times.
Before he had time to run far away, Malfoy appeared at his side.
"Hello, Potter," he said, almost pleasantly. He was wearing a coat over his costume but the dark makeup still covered his cheekbones and streaked down to his collar. Somehow he still managed to look composed, despite it all. How wasn't he freaking the fuck out?
"Er- hi," he realised he wasn't blinking, and so had to begin the chore of doing so manually.
"Eloquent as ever," Malfoy pulled out a packet of fags and offered one to Harry. He took one, and allowed Malfoy to light it.
"So uh, how'd you start doing this?"
Malfoy took a long drag. "Well, after my house arrest ended I thought, fuck it." He shrugged.
Harry had forgotten about that. After the trial they gave Malfoy two years in Azkaban and three under house arrest. It pissed him off at the time, but with them originally planning on giving him The Kiss, Harry had successfully talked them down quite a bit.
"Yeah, makes sense. Do you like it?"
"Nope," Malfoy said, without hesitation.
"Oh. Why not?"
He was quiet for a moment, before turning to Harry. "It's a fun job. Makes you feel good, you know. Making the muggles laugh. Then I got put on that fucking ghost train and it's shit. I know they're having fun, but all the screaming - it reminds me of. Well. It's like when." He blinked, "yeah. I'm only here for another week anyway. Azkaban made me want to live a bit. Try new things, and all that."
Harry nodded, looking off at all the muggle children running around in the dark, waving around ridiculously expensive lightsabers (Ron bought four) "So what you doing afterwards?"
He put out the fag in his hand and crossed his arms, leaning against the stand behind them. "Not sure yet. Every few months I find something different to do. Before this it was cafĆ© serving. People go there to nurture social bonds. You get to be part of the foundation. Invisible, but helpful. Before that, I did clock and watch repair. I liked that one. Itās precise work, quiet. It was mostly old family heirloomās Iād fix. Giving it back to them - that was the best part."
Harry couldn't seem to imagine Malfoy of all people selling jam doughnuts, or hunched over dusty old clocks, but he seemed to like making people happy. Harry certainly couldnāt fault him for that. "I think you'd make a good curse breaker." he said, without really thinking about it.
"A curse breaker?"
"Oh. Erm. Well, they work closely with the Auror department on a lot of cases. I've watched them do it and it's intricate work. Like fixing clocks. I remember you being good at that sort of thing in potions, too" Not that Harry had ever paid that much attention to Malfoy's potion making in school. That would be really weird.
"It's a nice thought, Potter. Honestly, Iāve always been fascinated with that kind of thing. The cabinet... Anyway, it wouldn't be a good idea for me to go anywhere near the wizarding world. Much less the ministry."
"Right. I - yeah."
"It's fine, I like being around all the muggles."
Harry nodded along, beginning to understand. "Yeah. So you can make things right. Atone."
It immediately became apparent to Harry that he had said the wrong thing.
"Atone?" Malfoy repeated, slowly.
"Uh, I didn't mean to-"
"You think I'm trying to atone? To who?"
"Well, I don't know. I just thought all the working with muggles was to show you've changed, or something." It came out sounding nothing like how Harry had intended it, leaving him digging himself a deeper hole.
"What, you think I'm doing all this so people will think I'm reformed, or some other bullshit? If I wanted forgiveness I'd ask for it, but I'm not stupid enough to think I deserve it."
Six years post-war, it hurt to see Malfoy still so affected. It took four years for the nightmares to stop, and Harry still got misty-eyed every now and again, when he'd had a few too many drinks. But he was doing better. The wizarding world was doing better. It was as though Malfoy had been left behind. With Azkaban and house arrest, he supposed he had been, in a sense.
"I didn't mean it like that, Malfoy. I just mean you seem different. A person people would forgive."
"You've been speaking to me for ten minutes," he said, flatly.
"And I knew you enough then to see the difference now."
"Don't be ridiculous, Potter. You didn't know me then and you don't know me now." Draco looked at him pleadingly, grey eyes big and shining. "The fact you would even say that to me after everything, it's - it's cruel."
Harry stepped closer, lifting an arm to rest on Malfoyās shoulder before thinking better of it. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't fucking apologise to me! You're Harry Potter, you should never fucking apologise and least of all to me."
Harry could see that Malfoy was wound up, twitching like someone was trying to restrain him. His eyes were glossy, reflecting the colourful lights surrounding them. The air was rich with the scent of something sugary, the sky dusted with stars. Harry stood in a place he thought he hated with a person he thought he hated and realised he didn't want to leave.
"Do you want to come for tea?"
"What?"
"Tea. At my house. I don't know when. Anytime, really. I'm not busy. Only if you want to, of course - I'm not forcing you to come or anything. I live at Grimmauld Place, the house Sirius left to me-"
"I know it, Potter. My mother's a Black. Walburga was my great aunt."
"Right, yeah. I knew that. Tea?"
"Sure, Potter. Tea."
Malfoy returned to the ghost train and Harry went and found Ron. But that was okay because the following week, Wednesday at 2 o'clock, they were going to have tea in Harry's kitchen.
Prompt: fair @drarrymicrofic
words: 83
Harry sighed as he trudged towards Draco. It looked like he was arguing with a cab driver, again.
".... not fair, fucking hell." Draco exclaimed, throwing his hands up in defeat. He turned around and spotted Harry.
"Harry! Tell him, it's fair!" Draco exclaimed.
"It's notā you know what? I don't even care justā" The driver started.
"What's not fair?" Harry asked, confused.
"Fee apparently." The cab driver mumbled, clearly annoyed at Draco.
"Yes, you fucking nitwit." Draco grumbled.
Oh.
Oh.
The fare.
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For @drarrymicrofic prompt: āLetter 2ā wc 800 // thank you @jungeatheart for your help
1.1.2005
Malfoy,
Robards tells me youāre joining the Auror Office.
France got boring?
Wanted to reach out before you start. Maybe we could find some time to clear the air? Grab a drink?
H.
4.1.2005
H,
Really? Just H? Am I not worthy of the additional four letters that spell out your name?
I would rather shove the Sword of Gryffindor up my arse than get a drink with you.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
10.1.2005
Malfoy,
Iām happy to ask Neville if heād be prepared to loan the sword, if youāre keen.
Hope your first day went well.
Harry James Potter.
22.3.2005
Potter,
I suppose thanks are in order. I heard you stuck up for me with Watson. You didnāt need to.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
24.3.2005
Malfoy,
Watsonās a dick. Donāt let him get to you.
Well done on the Troll case.
Weāre going to the pub on Friday. You in?
Harry James Potter.
24.3.2005
Potter,
No.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
12.4.2005
Potter,
Societal expectations dictate that when a colleague is going through a difficult time, one must offer a sympathetic word.
Bad luck on the redhead. At least youāre now free to seed your fieldāor whatever agricultural metaphor Muggles favour.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
15.4.2005
Malfoy,
Itās sow your wild oats.
Not that it matters. Ginny and I werenāt together. It was a cover. Weāre both gay as fuck and didnāt want it impacting our careers. We thought it would.
Thanks for reaching out.
Itās Robardsā birthday Sunday, so weāre heading to the pub tonight. Open invite.
Harry James Potter.
16.4.2005
Malfoy,
You missed out on a good night.
Harry James Potter.
17.4.2005
Malfoy,
Or are you just homophobic?
Harry James Potter.
19.4.2005
Potter,
Clearly, you are a defective gay if youāve failed to recognise Iām about as queer as the sun is yellow.
Iāve simply opted to ignore your persistent requests for drinks.
Now, can you please send over the report for the Niffler case? I put the request in two days ago, and youāre starting to piss me off.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
29.8.2005
Malfoy,
Sorry to hear about your father.
Hope youāre doing alright.
Harry James Potter.
29.8.2005
Potter,
Youāre not sorry. Neither am I.
Enclosed: a sickle. Have a drink on me. Because I fucking am.
D.
04.11.2005
Potter,
Been on field duty for three weeks and come back to find out youāve acquired a fully-fledged boyfriend?
Have to ask if youāre okay.
Smith.
Really?
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
04.11.2005
Malfoy,
I went on one fucking date because he wouldnāt stop asking. Now heās picking out wedding linens.
What are wedding linens?
Harry James Potter.
04.11.2005
Potter,
Sorry, but this is hilarious.
Iām actually crying. Robards sent me home. Iāve claimed exhaustion due to emotional instability.
Youāre such a twat.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
23.12.2005
Potter,
Did you really send my mother a Christmas card?
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
P.S. Whereās mine?
24.12.2005
Malfoy,
I only send cards to people who either
a) Saved my life or
b) Have a drink with me at the pub.
No, you canāt use the Manor lie because I saved you from Fiendfyre. Weāre even.
Harry James Potter
29.12.2005
Malfoy,
Enjoy the bastard card enclosed. Your stupid puppy-dog eyes at work were sickening.
I expect a drink.
Weāre going out on NYE. A bunch of us from work. Iām not taking no for an answer.
Harry James Potter.
31.12.2005
Potter,
Suck my dick.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
31.12.2005
Totaly wolud if u gave me a chanc.
Hapy New Yr.
HJPotter <3
01.01.2006
Malfoy,
Something tells me I embarrassed myself on NYE?
My owl came back this morning, and the last letter I received was from you. Did I write you something?
Harry James Potter.
02.01.2006
Potter,
Pure blackmail material.
How about I show you on Friday?
One-time offer.
Leaky Cauldronā8 pm.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
14.05.2006
Draco,
Sorry, I had to dip early this morning. You look beautiful when youāre sleeping. Might be the lack of talking.
See you tonight.
Harry James Potter
X
09.09.2006
Harry,
Iāve thought about it. Iāll move in.
I didnāt mean to react so negatively. But come onāI was balls deep when you asked.
Iāll pop over tomorrow, and we can discuss the details.
Draco Lucius Malfoy
XXX
19.11.2006
Draco,
You said I was moving quickly when I asked you to move ināand then you go and propose?
What a way to make a bloke feel special. Running off before I can answer.
Get home and do it properly. Iām not answering until youāre on one knee.
Yours,
The future Harry James Potter-Malfoy
XXX
24.12.2012
Love,
Donāt forget the milk.
Scorpius is adamant that we leave a full pint out for Santa. He says you promised him.
Such a bizarre Muggle tradition youāve brought into our house.
Draco Lucius Potter-Malfoy
XXX
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Letter āŖļø wc: 47 @drarrymicrofic
Harry does not recognize the handwriting at first.
The envelope is cream, expensive, unnecessarily formal. Malfoy.
Inside, only one sentence:
I suppose this is what amends look like.
No apology. No explanation.
Just an invitation to tea.
Harry reads it twice, then a third time.
He goes.
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Prompt: Letter
Word Count: 518
Malfoy Manor
Wiltshire, England
28 April 1999
Auror Harry James Potter
Auror Office
Department of Magical Law Enforcement
Ministry of Magic
London, England
Dear Potter,
I should have written this letter ages ago. But I've been busy, as I'm sure you can imagine. Azkaban enough of an excuse? Well, I got out three weeks ago but after seven months of having dementors in your head it takes a bit to recover. You're the only reason I'm not still there. Speaking at my trial was very Gryffindor of you - and I'm sure it fed the saviour complex.
Thank you.
I did a lot of soul searching in Azkaban (ha), and I think I'm a better person for it. (At least slightly? I hope?) Which leads me to my reason for writing to you. I want to apologise. Listing everything I have ever done to you would ultimately accomplish nothing but make me feel like a terrible person. So of course, that obviously makes it the right thing to do.
I sincerely apologise for;
1) Speaking ill of Weasley on the first day of Hogwarts. Actually, let's just say speaking ill of all your friends otherwise I'd run out of parchment.
2) Calling you a freak. Funny at the time? Absolutely. True? Not in the slightest.
3) Convincing everyone you were the heir of Slytherin. Honestly? I don't even know why I did that because you're as Gryffindor as they come.
4) Calling Granger a mudblood. This probably falls under 'speaking ill of your friends', but I thought you'd appreciate me giving it its own special mention.
5) Getting the Hippogriff killed. In my defence, I was traumatised.
6) The Potter Stinks badges. Ingenious, but morally wrong.
7) Being one of the many people that made you feel crazy in fifth year.
8) Special mention to everything I said about Cedric Diggory.
9) Sixth year needs its own subsection:
ā¢harassing you in the hallways
ā¢trying to intimidate you. It failed, but points for effort?
ā¢Nearly killing Katy bell
ā¢Nearly killing Ron Weasley
ā¢The bathroom incident. I still cringe at the memory.
ā¢The astronomy tower.
10) Not doing anything when the snatchers caught you.
11) The fire in the room of requirement. Thanks, by the way.
12) In summery of everything; fighting on the wrong side of the war, and being a bit of a wanker
I could write more. Less sarcasm, more sob story. I thought about approaching this that way, but our relationship with one another is too complicated to even try. What's the point? I don't need your forgiveness, just as I'm sure you don't need this apology. But I do hope for it, deserving or not.
As I'm writing, it's a week before the anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts. I spent most of this year in custody, but thanks to you I'm not ending it so. Consider this an olive branch, if you like. A clean slate. Not for me, I know that's never going to happen. But between us. No hostility or grudges. The war is over. It's a new world, Potter.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy.
I got bored so hereās Teddy and Draco driving Harry up the wall
Thank you so much to everyone who commented and encouraged me to write another part! Iāve never expanded on a microfic before so I hope itās okay lol
Part 1: Rule
For: @drarrymicrofic
Prompt: River
Word count: 1333
(Much longer than initially intended but oh well!)
Malfoy wouldn't shut up as they walked, but Harry suspected it was because he was nervous. As he should be! Harry was a very intimidating person. He won a war, did you know?
"Lovely, lovely establishment here. I visited for the first time a few years ago and it was a wonderful experience." They neared the bar, and in fairness it did look quite nice. But Harry needed to get Malfoy out of his comfort zone if he was going to catch him out.
He turned back to Malfoy, who was still prattling on. "The drinks, the staff. Mirabel is a sweetheart, you'll love her! And-"
"Why don't we go in there?" Harry interjected, pointing to the other side of the pond in the town centre. There was a rougher looking club surrounded by drunk Muggle teenagers and a littering of abandoned glasses.
Malfoy paused, looking a bit lost. "Oh - sure. We can do that. I like clubbing!"
But even when they were inside, Malfoy wouldn't stop monologuing. "Oh yes, Potter. This looks delightful! The music and the lights! Wow. And so many people, what fun! You have a keen eye. Unless you've been here before?"
He kept going and going, hardly stopping for breath. Harry pulled him towards the bar, where he threw a handful of Muggle notes at the barkeep, and took a bottle of tequila from behind the bar. If he wanted Malfoy to slip up, the best way was to get him drunk.
"Oh, shots! I do like - erm. Is that four each? Ha! Well, I suppose we have to catch up with everyone else. Oh? They're all for me? Eight? Each? That's - a lot, no?"
When Harry looked up at Malfoy, he seemed entirely out of his depth. Perfect. Harry grinned with a mischief that brought him back to Hogwarts, for just a moment.
"What's wrong, Malfoy? Scared?" He drawled, eyes bright and daring.
But there was no challenge in Malfoy's returning gaze, and he instead nodded meekly. "You've caught me. I'm a lightweight!" He pushed away all but three shot glasses, before downing them consecutively. Harry pretended not to watch the stray drop of tequila as it slipped from Malfoy's chin all the way down his bobbing throat when he swallowed.
Harry huffed and downed all his own shots, followed by the ones that Malfoy cast aside. He was a heavy drinker after the war; he'd be fine. He just needed something to get through the night if Malfoy was going to continue to be this insufferable.
"Let's dance," Harry said, only because they were in a club. He grabbed Malfoy and pulled him into the crowd.
A few minutes into disinterested bobbing was when the alcohol hit him, and suddenly the lights were so much brighter and the music so much louder that it drowned out everything else. It suddenly seemed like a good idea to start jumping up and down and singing songs he'd never before heard at the top of his lungs.
Through the haze of it all, he could tell Malfoy had relaxed and relinquished some of his attention on Harry to have a bit of fun himself. He danced smoothly, like choreographed but just loose enough to be authentic. White-blonde hair catching the strobe lights. Cheekbones sharp in the dark. Eyes an intense gray that was softer, now, than Harry remembered them in the war. An ocean of hues.
He blinked away furiously, turning instead to the Muggles surrounding him. He hadn't tried picking anyone up since his heavy drinking days, but if he did, he could see how Malfoy acted towards a Muggle. It was perfect!
He looked around, before catching sight of a girl who looked more or less his age, stood dancing with her friends a little in front of them. She was nearly as tall as him in her heels and had beautiful platinum hair.
"I'll be back!" Harry shouted to Malfoy over the music, before pushing through the crowd to the girl.
"Hi" He said, and she turned around with a smile. She had bright bluebell eyes that Harry didn't particularly care for.
"Hey!"
"Can I, uh, buy you a drink?" Jesus Christ he was not drunk enough for this.
"Sure you can," she said with a wink, and followed him to the bar. She ordered what she wanted (probably one of the most expensive drinks on the menu, but what did he care?) and Harry paid.
"I'm Harry. What's your name?" He tried to say it flirtatiously but couldn't quite find the will to do it convincingly. She didn't seem to notice.
"Caroline. So, what brings you here, Harry?" She asked, sucking on her straw as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. Objectively, it was very attractive, but Harry wasn't really in the right mood for it.
"Uh, just here with a friend. You?" He glanced around, checking Malfoy was still dancing. He was, and just as effortlessly as before. Watching him made Harry feel lighter, a sense of calm that had him floating in the current. Harry had to rip his eyes away to look back at the girl.
"It's my sister's eighteenth" Caroline smiled. She smiled a lot, and Harry found it a bit unsettling.
"Oh?" He said, trying to seem interested. "Are you having fun?"
She shrugged, acrylic nails tapping against the side of her glass. "Eh. I'm nearly twenty-five. Not quite the party animal I used to be," she laughed, "do you... wanna get out of here?"
Harry blinked. Well, that was easier than he thought it'd be. "Uh, sure. But let me take you to meet my friend first."
He guided the girl through the crowd until he found Malfoy, who was still dancing but with slightly less enthusiasm as before.
"Malfoy!" he shouted, the music louder on the dance floor, "this is Caroline!"
Malfoy turned, his smile dropping when he caught sight of Harry's arm around her waist.
"Pleasure" he said, perfectly polite but with an edge that Harry only recognised after years of snide remarks.
"How long have you known Harry?" She said, leaning up against his side. It took a lot of restraint to not lean away from her, but he managed. There was nothing wrong with her - she was gorgeous and smelled nice but when you want your space, you want your space. Simple as that.
"A long time." He said, shortly. It was the first time all night that Malfoy's answers had been even remotely curt.
"Ah, well." Caroline seemed to notice his tone, this time around. She smiled, rigidly. "Harry? Do you wanna go now?"
And just like that, Malfoy's act dropped, for just a second. He was cracking. "Yes, Caroline, I hope you both have a wonderful night." He spoke her name like it was filth. "See you, Potter" he grunted, pushing his way through the crowd and towards the exit.
He looked back at Caroline, "I'm sorry. I'm going to have to deal with him. Have a good rest of your night!"
He had done it. Proven that the politeness was just a front. But he didn't feel any sense of victory. He felt as though he stood at the edge of something deeper, water close but not touching.
"Malfoy!" He shouted, when he swung open the door to the club. Harry squinted in the dark, searching for a glimpse of glowing white.
"Potter" a voice answered, from his right. He turned to find Malfoy lent against the wall, looking at the pond.
"What's your problem? Don't want to speak to a muggle?"
Malfoy didn't even grace him with a response, scoffing at him instead.
"That's it, isn't it? I'm right?"
"Sure, Potter." But Malfoy didn't look angry, like he was supposed to. Wasn't shouting, or punching or pressing the tip of his wand into Harry's neck like he used to. Like Harry pretended he didn't like.
He looked sad. And Harry didn't know what to make of that.
Lmk what you think! If anyoneās still interested, I have a few ideas for another part or two :)
For @drarrymicrofic prompt: āLetterā wc 694
Name: Harry James Potter-Malfoy Date of Birth: 31/07/1980 Position: Head Auror Date of Death: 05/06/2009 Cause of Death: Rogue Sectumsempra; cast by Dominick Sameth. Mr Harry James Potter-Malfoy was in pursuit of the defendant when Dominick failed to comply with a stop command. Auror Potter-Malfoy cast Incarcerous but missed. Dominick retaliated with Sectumsempra. No other Aurors present were able to cast the counter-curse.
Dominick Sameth remains at large.
Date of Letter: 04/06/2008
Darling,
Feels incredibly morbid writing this. First day back after our honeymoon, and Robards says, āYou need to update your death-in-service file.ā Fair enough. I want you to receive the payout if I die on the job.
The hope is that it wonāt happen for a very long time. Iāve no plans to pop my clogs any time soon. Call it cocky Gryffindor arrogance, but I think the Universe owes me a favour or two. As Iāve already died twice, Iām fully expecting to live a very long life with you.
Especially considering how long it took us to get our heads out of our arses and admit we liked each other. Let alone fancied each other.
Because I do.
I fancy you rotten, and I hope I get to say that to you at least three times a week a day
Now, if the Universe does decide to fuck me over, I suppose Iād better write you something decent.
Marrying you has been my greatest achievement in life. Yes, itās only been two weeks. But every morning since we said I do, I wake up next to you knowing youāre mine, and it makes me stupidly happy.
Iāve never told you this, but I used to think Hogwarts was home. It hasnāt been for a long time. Not since that night with the whisky. You know the one.
What we thought was a drunken mistake turned into something extraordinary.
Youāve become my home, Draco. In ways I never thought possible. In ways I wasnāt sure I deserved.
Youāve made me a better man.
If I donāt get to see grey in my hair. If I do go sooner than weād like. I need you to keep living. Thereās a part of me that worries you wouldnāt want to.
Be there for Teddy. Heās lost too much already. Heāll need you.
Keep being the best godfather to Rose. Hermione and Ron love you more than you realise. And Hermioneās pregnant again, as I write this. You donāt know it yet, but youāll be asked again, so be there for the next one.
Be there for your mum. For Molly and Arthur. For Nevilleāyou two still have a business to run.
Most importantly, be there for yourself.
I mean it, Draco. If Iām gone, donāt stop living.
It pains me to say thisāespecially when weāre still newlywedsābut if I die, donāt suspend your chances at love again. I know no one will ever be as great as me ;)
But you deserve a second happily ever after.
You can take this as my blessing.
On the strict understanding that when you do join me, weāll never let each other go againāso make sure the next one knows that.
Merlin. Iāve worked myself up writing this, so Iām stopping before the new recruits see me crying at my desk.
Itās your birthday tomorrow.
Iām going to take an early lunch and get you that book youāve been wanting.
Tonight, when Iām home, Iām going to hold you and tell you I love you. Iāll let you have your present early, like I always do.
Tomorrow, weāll wake up early. Iāll make you breakfast. Iāll leave you in bed a wreck before I go to work ;)
In the evening, weāll have dinner at that stupidly expensive restaurant you love. And when we get home, Iāll run you a bath, and weāll drink champagne and make love.
I canāt wait to do this for the rest of my life.
I love you.
My darling.
From yours, for a very long time, Harry James Potter-Malfoy
P.S. Itās the first time Iāve signed a letter with my new name. How lucky am I?
Absolutely illegal to write something so beautiful and sad!! You have officially made me cry actual tears at work!

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A silly one-shot that spiralled wildly out of control, much like Harry in this fic. It started with the idea what if Draco "was some sort of unholy sex god, roaming the post-war wizarding world with the apparent goal of liberating the entire Hogwarts cohort from heterosexual confusion." And how would Harry cope with that? Not well, is the answer.
You can read it here!
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Reposting because Tumblr censored the last one for male nipples. The banner now has a shirt. Problem solved, hopefully. :)