Drarry - Blog Posts
III. Coffee
<- previous day
One unlucky day, Draco overslept. He walked into the kitchen for a late breakfast but Potter’s already there, a loud muggle machine making aggravating noises. He stood against the counter with a faraway gaze, his hair ostensibly sleep tussled, an oversized shirt draped over his frame, and bare feet on the linoleum floor. Whether he’d just gotten out of bed or was trying out a new look was unclear. It’s always hard to tell with Potter.
As Draco entered the room, his sleep-addled mind couldn't help but blurt out, “What on Earth is that?”
Potter snapped his gaze towards Draco, coming back from wherever his mind had went. “The coffee machine?” he asked confusedly.
“I refuse to believe that thing brews coffee.”
Potter didn’t respond and proceeded to press a button, and coffee spilled from the machine’s mouth into Potter’s ugly sienna colored mug. He handed the mug to Draco, who hesitantly took a sip.
It tasted entirely mediocre and incredibly bland, perfect to Potter’s taste. “I’ve had better,” he spoke truthfully and handed back the mug. Potter shrugged and went on to add—certainly an unhealthy—high amount of sugar to it. Still with the same mug, he brought it to his lips, inches away from where Draco’s had been, and sipped the coffee.
Draco’s breath momentarily hitched so he turned around and asked Kreacher to bring breakfast to his room.
next day ->
prompt list previous days
microfic may day 3: coffee
drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.
After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.
Rumour also had it that he ran far, far away.
Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.
The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.
“Err. What did you say her name was again?”
“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”
“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”
“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”
Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?
He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.
“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”
Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”
Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”
Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.
Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:
Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.
prompt a day may - day 2 - black
a story told over the course of a month, in 50 word increments. based off prompts here: [X] you can read past entries here. drarry. 50 words. no rating
Entering the room is disorienting. The air is close – the walls, floor, and ceiling a uniform, shimmering black.
Harry drops his things – mucky-looking against the shine – and tests the bed. Soft sheets. All of it black. Prone to stains.
Harry closes his eyes. Stars begin to fall from the ceiling.
microfic may day 2: black
drarry. 277 words.
Harry had no idea how Draco drank his coffee like that. He thought it was abhorrent.
Even so, every morning at 6:00am, Harry Potter would peel himself out of bed and smile softly at the pile of blankets, tufts of blond locks and short puffs of breath that lay beside him. He’d take a moment to observe the gentle rise and fall of his shoulders before venturing downstairs and greeting their house with a gentle pat on the banister and familiar rap to the kitchen door.
He’d go through his motions: procure two mugs, set the kettle to boil, fiddle with the French press, measure out exactly 16 grams of coffee grounds and then he’d wait. God only knows what he’d think about until the kettle whistle would gently crescendo and Harry could carry on.
He’d traverse back up the stairs and back into their bedroom. He’d place a both mugs on the bedside drawer closest to Draco. Harry would wake him up with a caress and not a jolt, a feather press of lips, a gentle press to the curve of his shoulder.
And Draco would rise, golden like the light filtering through their curtains, and smile at Harry like he was glad he stayed. Even all these years later.
Harry would pass him his mug with a purposeful brush of their fingers and say, “Awful, awful stuff.”
Draco would only grin and reply, “It’s in my blood, don’t you think?”
And Harry would snort into his tea and hold his husband’s hand. He’d make a mental mark of exactly how many cups of black coffee he’d made but never drank.
2,537.
But who’s really counting?
microfic prompt | day 2: black
They sit in the centre of the orchestra—expensive seats for opening night. The boy is rapt by the overture, but grows inevitably restless, like all six-year-olds would, by the third aria. Harry watches from up in the mezzanine as Draco pulls Scorpius into his lap, rocking him softly to the opera singer’s bellowing vibrato. He’s asleep in Draco’s arms by the finale of the first act.
He’s still asleep when Harry approaches them outside, under the marquee, with a sea of gowns and tuxedos passing around them.
“Potter,” Draco says, breathless and familiar, like it hasn’t been seven years. Like he hasn’t been caught in a world-ending lie. Like he isn’t holding the end of the world in his arms. “So, you’re back.”
“I’m back.” Harry keeps his shaky hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring and staring at the black curls tucked against Draco’s pale neck. Sorrow sings through him with all the power of a chorus.
“I thought he’d have your hair,” Harry says.
II. Black
<- previous day
The main issue was the house’s deceiving magnitude. Realistically, Potter would’ve never used half of the rooms in it. The ancient house-elf was only capable of making no more than a quarter of them inhabitable. Draco was left with no space to breathe. He rotated between his room and its attached bathroom, the kitchen, and his temporary potions lab. He refused to go into the living room unless he was coming through the floo, but even so he barely had reasons to leave the house for the time being.
Regardless, Draco was too busy to spend time exploring the rooms of this wretched place.
He walked into it by mistake. It was like the other rooms he’s accidentally gotten glimpses of. The only sign of life was the worn rug. Draco walked in and scanned the surrounding area.
Once upon a time the sitting room would’ve received many noble guests, the lumoses reflecting off their crystals as raucous laughter spilled from their mouths. Presently the room was veiled in darkness. Only the light from the hallway illuminated the skeletons of furniture, each covered in a thick layer of grey.
Draco recognized it as soon as he glanced it, the Black Family Tapestry. His eyes were drawn instantly to his mother’s name—whether by instinct or some forgotten old magic—and the golden embroidery, now in the dimness no more than an ecru line, connecting her to his father. Below them he knows is his name, but his eyes drift to the scorched mark next to his mother.
He’d seen it again at the bottom of the fireplace with a match at his hand. He’d thrown it in and watched the residue charcoal disappear under amber flames.
prompt list next day ->
Kreacher has been staring at Harry for weeks.
He opens the door to his bedroom each morning—Kreacher’s right there. Staring. The first two days, Harry shouts in surprise. By day three, he’s resigned to this strange new habit.
When he gets home from practice, Harry sheds his muddy trainers at the door and wanders down to the stone kitchen for lunch. Kreacher creeps after him down the hall, and every time Harry turns, the elf stops, staring.
“WHAT?” Harry bellows. Kreacher just stares harder.
Then he starts leaving weird shit around the house.
The first thing Harry finds is a little wooden box. The lid is etched with intricate carvings. Harry fires off five seperate cursebreaking spells that Bill had taught him after one too many fanatic mail incidents. The box is harmless.
Harry remains suspicious.
Next, it’s a finely crafted brooch. Harry has never seen it before in his life, and now it’s in the middle of the kitchen table: clearly intended to be some sort of message, although he’s got no fucking hope of decoding it.
The third item is a delicate golden ribbon, colour shifting as he picks it up. The fourth is a tiny dragon figurine of polished bronze.
“Kreacher,” he yells. “What does this mean?!”
Kreacher appears with a pop. Stares at him some more.
Harry gives up. He stuffs the dragon, ribbon, brooch and box into his coat pockets and apparates directly to Hermione’s poky little office, pushing the door open impatiently.
“Hermione, can house elves go senile?”
She looks up, bent over a large, complex looking tome. Malfoy, writing notes with an elegant grey quill beside her, does not. Harry still finds it weird that they work together. Every time he stops by, Malfoy ignores him, and today is evidently no different. Fine by Harry.
“Harry,” Hermione says exasperatedly. “Kreacher isn’t senile, he’s just—“
“Watching me like a weird creepy shadow? Leaving random shit around the house and refusing to tell me what it means? Look!” He pulls the items out of his pockets, chucking them on the desk one by one. “What the fuck is any of this shit?”
The little dragon lands in front of Malfoy, whose hand suddenly stills. He looks up, smirking, and meets Harry’s gaze. “Potter.”
Something clenches in Harry’s stomach.
“Your house elf is telling you it’s time for the Heir to the House of Black to start courting.”
Black ♣️ Day two of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s unofficial microfic may challenge
1 - Key
Malfoy's quietly singing to himself, off key and on the other side of the partition, when it hits Harry all at once. Hits him like someone's just set off the emergency alarms, and it's even come with a frantic sort of wailing klaxon that seems to be getting louder in his head. ALERT. ALERT. THERE IS A FIRE IN YOUR PANTS.
"Nooo," Harry says, low and desperate. "No no no no no."
Ron finds him just like that a bit later on, says "What's the matter with your face?" and then follows Harry's eyes where they're still fixed on the top of a smooth blond quiff.
"'Mione's gonna spew," he says gleefully, and pulls out his mobile.
Prompt List
I. Key
It was tiny and cold in Draco’s hand. It was entirely muggle and completely stupid. It was the key to Draco’s new prison.
Potter had gotten him out of Azkaban and in turn sealed his fate to a different kind of punishment. His own sadistic way of forcing Draco into repentance.
“You don’t actually expect me to use this,” he told his tormentor.
“How else are you gonna get in?” There was an edge to Potter’s voice, a dam on the verge of breaking. Draco despised whatever was holding it back.
“It can’t possibly be safe,” he rebutted while inspecting the small object. It was a valid concern to have.
“The wards are safe enough, this is just a way for you to get in without apparating.” It was true enough but knowing it didn't make him feel any better.
“What if I lose it?”
“You’ll have to wait for me to let you in.” Draco made a face and Potter sighed. He leaned against the wall and his shoulders slumped. The dam had broken but behind it wasn’t the flood Draco was expecting. “Look for some place else if you don’t want it.”
“I’m just going through the logistics. No need to be so irritable.”
“Whatever makes you sleep at night,” he said, walking away and muttering under his breath. Draco could barely hear him saying, I’m gonna regret this.
He’ll use the floo for the foreseeable future.
next day prompt list
microfic may day 1: key
drarry, 229 words. tw for drugs.
“It’s a what?”
“It’s called a key Coco, calm down.”
“How am I supposed to calm down? You bring me to a muggle club, procure a bag of god knows what, the floor is sticky-”
Draco is interrupted mid-rant. Harry is smiling at him fondly and his eyes are flickering with the oscillating disco lights. There’s a hand on his shoulder and the world narrows to a single point.
“All you have to do is breathe it in. I’ll go first.”
It’s strange for Draco to see him like this. His hair is wild and his shirt is unbuttoned more than it should be. Harry puts his house key into the small plastic bag and Draco watches every practiced tap of his fingers as he sifts the white powder into the tip of the biggest crevice of the key.
Harry grins and it’s all teeth, split slicked, reflective like a mirrorball. And then he lifts it up.
A short, sharp pull of air. A sniffle.
“Your turn.”
And Draco feels the hesitation on him, the twitch in his upper left cheek that Harry obviously knows to look for, and clearly, has found.
“I promised. I’ll look after you.” He’s earnest. Sincere in a way that makes Draco gag a little, but what can he do other than take a deep inhale and trust every word that he’s been given?
First line tag game
Thank you @smehur and @mourningliliesmorningglories for tagging me 🩶🩶 Read theirs here and here !!
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don't be shy and share anyway!
I’m going to be cheating a little, though. Cause rules are meant to be broken…
The Enchanted Bicycle | Genshin (xiaoven), T, 253
Venti sat atop a rock by the lake. In his hands laid a red wooden flute, spilling prolonged notes with the soft breeze of the wind.
I Will Put You Back Together | Project Sekai (ankoha), M, 1k
The robot opened its brown eyes and emptily stared at the person in front of it.
WIP: You’re My Magical Spell | MHA (bakudeku), T, 12k
“I’m going to a boarding school.”
WIP: I’m Not Paid Enough to Care | Genshin (xiaoven), T, 7k
“Welcome to Heyu Tea House, what’s your order?” Xiao asked indifferently.
I saw some people also doing their unposted works and I also wanna do that. I feel like those are at my head’s at.
Five Apologies and One Sincerest
The first time Harry saw Draco Malfoy after the Death Eater trials was at the Ministry of Magic. He wasn’t surprised to see him there, but by how they stumbled into each other. For starters, they did literally bump into each other.
Capacity to Give Him All He Needs
“Did you really have to bring me to this place?” Draco asked, taking a look around the restaurant.
Everything is romantic
When Harry comes down for breakfast, Sirius and Remus are at the table, the food is made and a cup of tea is already set for him.
That’s it. I kind of died a little, lol.
I’mma be honest, fam. I don’t know who to tag so if you see this and you haven’t done one yet, do it. Or not, but it is fun.
Yeah, Draco taking Harry's last name to make a statement about no longer being a part of his stupid family's pureblood ideology is cool, but Harry taking Draco's last name to make a statement about how he 100000% supports his husband as he is, past, present, and future, and is done being the celebrity Harry Potter and is focusing on being Draco's husband is SO MUCH BETTER.
Draco Malfoy's patronus is a stag.
Patroni are about protection. He doesn't know what it would have been if he had managed to cast one before 7th year, maybe a Horntail, or a blasted ferret.
He didn't even know that he could cast one. Cried the first time he did.
Cried harder the first time he made it corporeal and the antlered head came closer, like it was trying to sniff at him. He still says he can't cast a corporeal and no one questions it, most people are surprised that he can cast even the misty one.
Patroni are about protection, and Draco Malfoy would rather not have it thrown at his face who makes him feel the safest.
since we were eighteen
For @drarrymicrofic prompt: "18" by One Direction. I went through like four different ideas/drafts for this prompt but this is what I got lol
"Did—did you know?" Draco asks, eyes downcast like he’s talking to the sidewalk.
Harry's throat is tight. "No," he says. "I didn't."
Draco presses his lips together and nods. He still doesn't look at Harry. "I see."
It’s quiet in the dark alley behind the pub, but Harry’s ears are full of static. He knows he needs to talk more; needs to stop Draco from filling in the blanks of Harry’s silence with his own assumptions. He knows Draco's guard rises with each second he lets pass without saying some version of what he’s thinking, which is, ‘I didn't know. But god, I wish I had.'
"It was Eighth Year, for me, " Harry says instead.
At that, Draco looks up sharply. Their eyes meet, and Harry sees the flare of hope on Draco's face; feels it in his own chest. "What?" Draco whispers.
"That's when I realized. For me, I mean," Harry blushes. "I obviously didn't know about you until, er, now. Like I said."
Draco blinks. "You mean to tell me you've been—"
"Yes."
"So all this time we could've—"
"Yep."
Draco closes his eyes and looses a sigh. When his eyes open again, he looks at Harry like the snitch in a tied Quidditch game. "Can I—?" His voice breaks, and his eyes fall to Harry's lips, and that's all he needs to say.
Harry sucks in a breath, and nods. Draco strides towards him and pulls him into a bruising kiss.
When they finally pull apart, Draco presses their foreheads together. "Will you say it?" He whispers. "I said it. And I know you implied—but I need to hear—"
"I love you, too," Harry murmurs. He presses a kiss to Draco's parted lips. "I'm in love with you."
goddddddd i just LOVVEEEE when slytherins in any harry potter pairing fic BOND. like we were so starved of any good and decent scenes of the slytherins in the book and movies where they just. exist. and that's all they do. like no talks of voldemort or secretly practicing dark magic or spitting slurs at others. just the slytherins teasing each other with embarrassing things they came to learn about each other through out their 7 years together, mocking the way they would get a spell wrong, protecting each other from discrimination that comes with the label of their house, caring when someone gets hurt and JUST ABOUT HOW CLOSE THEY ALL ARE.
it doesn't even have to be romantic
like give me blaise, theo, and draco fucking each other up in snow ball fights. give me pansy and daphne dressing up for the ball, putting makeup on each other. give me marcus flint trying to handle the slytherin quidditch team because they're still kids and rebellious teenagers. give me draco sharing the sweets his mom sends to everyone in slytherin and asking his mom for more next time because crabbe and goyle gobbled up half of it. give me millicent and pansy talking about their dream man and weddings. give me draco helping pansy with her homework. give me the gang struggling to learn through their syllabus and staying up late at nights just talking to each other. just GIVE ME FAMILY-FRIENDLY SLYTHERINS
Is that Ron, Hermione, Draco and Harry? They even have the same character 🤔
AO3 Tag Game
tagged by @dreamerkx2 (thnx)
What is your total word count on AO3?
So, it’s 182,500 on Книга Фанфиков (russian site with fanfiction). On Ao3 it is 16, 601.
How often do you write?
Not as often as I would like - once a few days.
Do you have a routine for writing?
Honestly, no, i don’t. I just watch a show and BOOM I want to translate something or write. Then I make cup of tea or coffee and write. Usually, I tell myself: ‘’you will be translate for 2 hours”. And it’s works.
What are your favourite kinks/tropes/pairings?
I read everything, and i have too many pairings, but at the moment my love is drarry. And spideypool.
Hm, I really like humor, ER, soulmate!au and love/hate. Also, i like chat fic and maybe war!au?
Do you have a favourite fic of yours?
Yep, it’s a translation. It is reddie-fic and i love it so much Он Спрашивает, Как У Меня Дела by awesome @themightychipmunk
Your fic with the most kudos?
Well, again, it’s a translation. Собака (sorry, i don’t have author’s profile on Tumblr).
Anything you don’t like about your writing?
Omg, my teacher of literature and russian language tell me that i often “jumping” from one topic to the other. That’s one what i hate, but also I get angry when I don’t notice my mistakes. It’s a stupid thing, i understand, but ugrh.
about translation; I think, i have a very small vocabulary, but I hope, that it will change this and next year.
tagging @themightychipmunk and @rose-grangerweasleyisbae (If you want to, of course)
Harry: hello
Narcissa: oh mr. Potter your eyes really looks like emeralds
Harry: ...
Draco: mama!
Narcissa: yeah, Draco was right, your shape of eyebrows looks perfect
Draco: maAaaAAama
Modern Harry Potter
"Today we are going to learn Lumos"
"Wtf why we like have flashlight on our phones"
What We Pretend We Can't See - gyzym
this was my first ever drarry fic and i was BUH-LOWN!!!!!
it so happened that i woke up last tuesday morning and well decided to ship drarry (without any context or literally any idea where to start)
and im trulyyy thankful to the tumblr community especially @onbeinganangel you have been a truee angel, thank you <33
im just so grateful for the fact that this was my first drarry fic!!! IT IS AWESOME...!
and draco is a mood.
i repeat -
DRACO IS A MOOD.
thats all :))
Stellaglas Mountain by @soliblomst
Today, get ready for some Brokeback-style pining and sexual tension, but this time with an HEA for Drarry ...
Stellaglas Mountain by @soliblomst Pairing: Draco x Harry Rating: M Length: 67 minutes Summary:
In the summer of 2004, Auror Harry Potter and Magizoologist Draco Malfoy are sent to the Stellaglas Mountains of Scotland to ensure the safety of two Qilins newly gifted by China. The problem: they haven't spoken since the end of the war and have no intention of doing so. Inspired by Brokeback Mountain.
Listen now on AO3
are they even drarry if they don’t beat the shit out of each other early on
art inspired by smol harry and draco after their squabble in When We Were Angels, Chapter 2 by @soliblomst ♥︎
they better accept each other's invitation, right? | also on ao3.
a little offering after being inactive for some time. happy new year, everyone!
Thought I’d post this Harry separately. No. You cannot tell how fond I am of isn’t a kingdom Harry by @garagepaperback.
Glue your eyes on the screen (like me) when you check out my (precious!) fairy-dusted ficbind collab with the multi-talented and amazing @phoenixortheflame here.
wanted to paint this neater but resorted to feels™️ and hopefully i did a nice job putting all the energy of this lobster slander scene + what @mintawasalreadytaken described as #Harry sturdier than an oak tree you can’t stop fantasizing about calling Daddy (ngl i saw the tag/s i clicked with lightning speed)
Reblogging with the dust jacket & endpaper artworks for this ficbind collab ♡
Phoenix, this has been a cotton-candy dream. Thank you for banging on my door so I could do my first ficbind collab with you. Brainstorming on discord and over our mood board is one thing but seeing it in completion is another level of sparkling-eye emojis.
This is me returning to the comment section and hitting a thousand kudos/screaming all my bookmarked excerpts back at you, @garagepaperback.
PS. @phoenixortheflame bts process, yes!! incoherent feels over the fic and ‘hmm, okay draco’s hair has a part as a spoiler alert.
Bound: isn't a kingdom by @garagepaperback
Dust jacket and end paper art by: @kk1smet Typeset and bound by: me, @phoenixortheflame.
“Pride must suffer pain.” - Hans Christian Andersen A fairytale retelling featuring: barnacles, pine trees and coarse beaches in Maine, a heart-attack, hair-pulling, fireworks, and loving someone whether or not it's enough, whether or not there's a real chance to.
When I first read isn't a kingdom, it was still anon as part of this year's HD Hurt/Comfort Fest, but I knew - I just knew - it was the work of Silly Goose Supreme @garagepaperback, and the next thing I knew I was banging on her front door (DMs) to scream about the puddle - ney, salty tide pool - she hath reduced me to.
At the same time, I was banging on @kk1smet's door, because while I had already decided I was going to bind the fic, getting an artist to collab with me on the project would be not only a super fun way to spend my time, but also be the thing to make garage fully lose her mind.
Two months later, and garage has finally received her copy of the bound fic (!!!!!!!).
A few details on the bind:
This was my first time doing a lot of things, like using colour in the typeset, gold foiling, and hand-sewing the end bands (shout out to @maleekamolscreates for holding my hand through the latter).
I'm really happy with the final bind - and how everything came together so beautifully. I might share a bit of the BTS of the collaborative process between @kk1smet and me, if that's something y'all would be interested in. It was really fun and energizing to jam on this with someone, and I could not have asked for a better collaborator. Thank you, K!
“Praise for” quotes from: @mintawasalreadytaken @vukovich @ghaniblue @kamaela @mallstars
I'm gunna need 5-7 business days to emotionally recover from Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered
Posted a new chapter on my Drarry artwork collection! | View full update here.
Every month (or every other month, really), I draw some drarry microcreations based on discord prompts here. This month's theme is epistolary, where you’ll find some prissy Draco, a three-day stubbled Harry, and an owl named Wuzz.
New drarry fanart/schedule of updates in my archive will vary because yours truly rolls like a tumbleweed