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Mid-Story Lines Game

thank you for @jupitersbetrayal (her post) and @mourningliliesmorningglories (her post) for tagging me! I always feel like a hermit coming out of its shell whenever I get tagged lol

rules: drop a mid-story line from 10 of your fics/wips and tag 10 people

You're My Magical Spell | bakudeku, 12k

So who else could it be? Nobody ever visits me in the hospital wing.

I Will Put You Back Together | ankoha, 1k

She fell to the floor, still tightly squeezing her arm and sobbing. “This won’t bring me back.”

I'm Not Paid Enough to Care | xiaoven, 7k

Xiao asked a question that had plagued his mind the entire evening, “Are you staying in Liyue for long?”

The Enchanted Bicycle | xiaoven, 253

“Ta-da!” he exclaimed showcasing the band-aid as if it was a precious treasure. Xiao was, and always is, unamused by his friend’s shenanigans.

Now onto the WIP cove... These are all drarry lol

Five Apologies and Once Sincerest

He says again for emphasis, maybe it’ll finally cement in her brain how odd this all is. He knows she’s used to odd things as an Unspeakable but this has to be at least a slice of the cake. 

Capacity to Give Him All He Needs

You see, I was not completely honest in my last letter. The reason my husband and I no longer get along is because I suspect he is cheating on me.

Everything is romantic

Harry doesn’t have a moment to think. He’s over the counter in a heartbeat and his fist’s in Malfoy’s face.

I am tagging @smehur because you always tag me in these and I really appreciate it <3 Also to any other hermits who may see this and want to participate.

“I feel like I’ve forgotten something,” Ron says, patting his waistcoat down distractedly.

“It better not be the bloody ring,” Harry grits out, teeth clenched with anxiety, nerves coursing through him like electric currents as he bounces on the balls of his feet.

“Nah, mate,” Ron grins. “Don’t you fret.”

Harry gives a choked laugh. “Me? Never been calmer.”

“Picture of serenity,” Ron agrees.

“Exactly.” Harry takes some deep breaths, shaking out his hands. “Oh god. Why isn’t he here yet? I just want this to be done.”

“Wow. Romantic.”

“It is romantic,” Harry insists. “I want us to be married now. Or fucking yesterday.”

“Language!” Hermione whispers from the front row behind them, but she’s beaming and already crying a little, hands over Hugo’s little ears. Harry grins back, feeling so painfully excited. He’s a little worried he’s going to throw up from it. The thought of it makes him laugh, imagining Draco’s face if Harry was sick all over his custom-made white robes, spun from fucking unicorn hair or mermaid silk or whatever. God.

And then a hush falls over the crowd, and there he is, looking so fucking beautiful as he strides down the aisle, robes billowing behind him, sun gleaming in his hair, eyes fixed firmly on Harry. Jesus fuck. Harry's crying now too. He can't look away. Draco is a vision, glowing, his haughty, pointy, beloved face softened with something that looks like awe, disbelief. Harry can relate.

"Hey," he chokes out, when Draco reaches him.

"Hello," Draco murmurs, his mouth pulling into a grin. "My god, Harry, control yourself."

"I can't," Harry sobs. "Ugh. Fuck. I love you."

"We're not at that part yet," Draco reminds him, gripping his hands tight, radiant.

Ron puts a hand on Harry's shoulder, passing him a handkerchief. "Ready?"

"Yeah," Harry beams, wiping his eyes and looking back to Draco. "Are you?"

And Draco, grey eyes bright, nods.

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VII. Yawn

<- previous day

After the first accidental encounter with Potter in the kitchen, they kept running into each other. At first Draco thought nothing of it. He got in, made his tea while Potter’s loud machine worked, got his breakfast, and got out.

One day, Potter said, “I made extra, want some?” And Draco stayed around while they ate in silence.

The next day it repeated and before he knew it, they started eating breakfast together.

Draco would go in while the growling machine spat out coffee and the frying pants sizzled. He made tea while Potter loaded their plates. They atd together almost like in school but now at the same table. Across from him, Potter’s hair was still a mess but he wore his sleeping clothes; still bare feet and eyes red from sleep.

Throughout the meal he’d yawn and zone out. But everyday he was in the kitchen and everyday Draco showed up.

next ->

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Man, we have got to stop treating art like it has an expiration date. That show stopped airing? Doesn’t mean it can’t haunt your every waking thought. Everybody’s into this album, but you don’t have the energy for new music right now? It’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. That movie’s fifty years old and indie as shit? Incredible, you have the chance to share it with folks who might never otherwise feel that particular punch of delight. Books don’t go bad. Shows inspire fandoms decades after they’ve wrapped up. We’re still looking at cave paintings and statue work from ancient times and letting the joy of creation bring tears to our eyes. That’s the point of art. It’s as close to immortality as we ever get. Why try to give that magic a shelf life?

This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean

I missed yesterday so you get a two for one, yay!

XXI. Flicker

<- previous

Draco sat by the fireplace reading a book. The lights would flicker across the pages and he didn’t pay it much mind, assuming it was the work of the flames in the fireplace. It only became a matter of concern once all the lights completely turned off. The low golden light of the fire served as the only source of illumination. 

Draco froze on the couch, his book completely forgotten. The house was massive, he knew this deeply, intimately. Yet, with all the lights completely off, the room seemed too small. The darkness shrinking around him until only his small corner could abate it off. Until the fire burned out.

The wood burning was the only sure sign time had passed.

“Why are you in the dark?” Harry asked.

“The magic gave out.”

“Lumos.” The lights came back on before Harry even finished speaking.

XXII. Harsh

It would take a full day for the muggle light repairmen to install the Elect Tree City. Harry had the brilliant idea to stay out at London for the day to “have a proper date.”

For breakfast they decided to eat at a pâtisserie. They browsed different shops, bought many clothes (Draco), and carried many bags (Harry). It was a very simplistic day and they hadn’t done much at all. Somehow, Draco still had fun.

The change was immediately noticeable as soon as they opened the door. Overwhelming brightness hit them and it was much harsher than lumos.

When confronted with this, Harry replied, “It’ll do for now.”

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I’ll post some of this art separately later, but for now, here is the full set for the Twenty-Two Cards Anthology by peu_a_peu, bound by @phoenixortheflame

for some reason, I have very specific head canons about the Malfoys’ Patronuses. Lucius probably isn’t competent enough to reliably produce one (and perhaps not happy enough either) but if he could it would be a Patronus. (But his happy thought is that he’s a Malfoy TM).

Narcissa absolutely can produce one and it’s a dragon. Both because while she may seem unassuming on the outside, she’s incredibly formidable, capable and fierce and because her motivating thought is always of her son Draco.

And Draco’s Patronus is a lion. Because of drarry. Because at his lowest the thought that keeps him going and the thought that finally lets him conjure Patronus in book 7 to drive away the Dementors around the school despite everything going on is that somewhere out there Harry Potter is still alive.