CW: post-breakup (not Drarry, though it almost was so you're welcome lol). For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: aftermath. Title and inspiration taken from "wreck of the day" by anna nalick
Shards of porcelain, a puddle of water, and nearly-dead flower stems on the hardwood floor. The scorch mark of a stray hex on the wall. Half-eaten chicken pot pies turned tepid. The shouts still ringing in Harry's ears.
The look on Ginny's face when he told her he was giving up on trying to be someone he wasn't.
Harry drove with the top of his car down, letting his stress blow away with the wind. He remembered the soft press of Draco's slender hand against his chest. "This can't happen until you decide what you want. Find me when you figure it out."
It was the first time anyone, including himself, had asked him that.
He pressed a little harder on the gas to move faster down the open motorway, one destination in mind.
written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: euphoria | cw: major character death, angst, grief/mourning | read on ao3
“Won’t you stay in my dreams?” Harry asks the fifth night he meets Draco by the ocean, sitting on the sand as they both face the vast horizon.
Draco remains silent, only staring out into the sky splashed by warm hues. The sunlight kisses his porcelain skin, highlighting the freckles Harry has marked his own constellations into.
“Draco?” Harry calls softly over the sound of the waves.
“I’m not real, Harry,” Draco says, his voice sounding distant and muffled, as though he’s somewhere far, far away and not beside Harry. “You made me up because you can’t move on from my death. I’m nothing but the subject of your dreams.”
“Don’t lie to me,” Harry snaps defensively. The sunset darkens into the night; Draco doesn’t flinch one bit and only looks at Harry with utmost sadness in his starlit eyes.
“You know the truth,” Draco replies, his voice in contrast to the turbulent sky brewing a storm. “I’ve been gone for years, yet you still refuse to let me go.”
Harry falls silent as pain blooms through him like a thorn piercing through his fingertips, like the burn of fire licking at his skin, like the twist of a knife into his chest, like the curse that killed Draco.
“Lie to me, then,” Harry says, his voice breaking like glass. “Tell me you’ll stay, even just for a while.”
“You know I can’t, my love.” Draco says just as softly. “Please let me go, you have to.”
“No!” Harry almost sobs, reaching for Draco as fast as he can but it’s not enough. Draco has already started slipping away, his image fading like old ink on paper, like ashes disappearing into the wind, like yesterday’s promise.
The last thing Harry sees before he’s awakened from his dream is Draco’s smile, as bright as the stars and equally untouchable.
ao3 | ko-fi
insert [some disgustingly flirty quip about how Potter always did have a chip on his shoulder] here
New Year's Eve, 2006 🎊
Does someone knows any good place to find bottom harry art that is drarry? Or femboy harry art? When I try to search it I only find femboy Draco art, and I am so tired of it, I just wanna see Harry being afeminate or cute for once ¬¬ and where it isn't tomarry or snarry, there just so much things wrong with that, like there are so mucho things wrong with hinny when we find out that Ginny is almost a copy of Lily.
thing me & our dm have been planning for months went SUPER well!!
my favorite harry potter characters were interviewed in witch weekly last month...
you know, when i woke up today i had a really good dream, so i was sad to wake up and realize that that dream was in fact not real and i would have to go face a day where everything is how it always is.
but that’s not that the saddest that happened to me today.
the saddest thing that happened to me today was that four days ago starbrigid had posted another book for the mirror of ecidyrue series and NO ONE thought to tell me. not my friends and not my family. honestly feel very betrayed right now. hope you guys are proud of yourselves.
Granger's Anatomy - Chapter 1 - friendorfoesnape - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
So, another story I really love and adore. All characters, and I mean every single one of them, is so well fleshed out and written. We know that Hermione and Draco are the focus, but the author does not leave out the others. The characters all have stories and lives, no matter how briefly they may be touched upon in the larger scheme of things.
Please do read if you haven't already. Hermione, Draco and the others will make you cheer for them most of the times, and feel angry and frustrated at them sometimes. But overall, this story will never depress you and always leave you with a lighter, more hopeful feeling. Atleast it did for me.
If you know the song, that's cool. Also Draco.
(I actually love that song, though no one asked.)
Both played by a Tom, both badass loveable characters, idk there was just a picture of them side by side so here it is.
You have been warned.
@starryxherces DUMSTRANG AU!DRACO FOR CAM
The Triwizard Tournament had returned at last to the wizarding world and everyone seemed to be buzzing with excitement, even the straight backed students of the Durmstrang Institute. Draco was among the students who had traveled to the Hogwarts school in Scotland to witness the tournament. Of course, he couldn’t participate because he was not yet of the age of seventeen. As it stood at the moment, he was only fourteen.
He had joined everyone else in his school for their introduction to the Hogwarts and Beauxbaton students and had sat at one of the guest tables with his fellow classmates to enjoy the meal that Hogwarts’ headmaster had provided for them. For the rest of the year, they would be taking their studies on the grounds of the school while watching the trials in between. Of course there would also be a ball between the second and third trials before the Christmas holiday.
After their dinner, everyone intermingled in the Great Hall, speaking with fellow schoolmates and getting to know students from the other two schools. Draco, who wasn’t the most social on a good day (especially with strangers), stood off to the side near a couple of his classmates. He’d nearly been sent to Hogwarts for his education, if his mother had been given her way, but in the end his father had sent him to Durmstrang and he was happy with the decision. If anything, the school had made him mature a lot faster.
He spots a pretty blonde who looks about his age, talking to some of the students from Beauxbatons and settles on watching her rather than approaching her to speak. At least until she looks over and sees him looking and decides to make her way over to him.
a draco drawing today