Sparkle, Sparkle✨

good god.

V. Hang

<- previous day

He’d used the floo at the Leaky to get to Diagon Alley. Only to find out the ingredient he needed was out of stock. Deciding it was a nice day out, he stupidly chose to walk around muggle London. 

It wasn’t a completely terrible idea at first. After many exploration trips, the loud car noises had stopped alarming him and muggle pedestrians weren’t very unlike the wizard ones. At least the muggles didn’t cast hexes and jinxes at him while he passed. 

It was one drop and then water was pelting from the sky. The few muggles that were still in the streets fled indoors or pulled out their umbrellas and with no better choice, Draco hurriedly hid under the overhang of a random building. 

It was there that Potter found him, some unknown time later. He had an umbrella in one hand and a stupid grin on his face.

“Got caught in the rain?”

“How did you even find me?” Draco asked.

“Do you want to go home or not?” Draco had already become impatient with the storm and Potter’s attitude. Saying nothing, he walked away towards the nearest secluded area. 

Potter hurried behind him and Draco’s hair only had a brief moment to soak before Potter stepped up next to him and blocked the rain. 

They walked side by side, Potter having to hold the umbrella at a weird angle to cover both of them. Draco as the taller one did nothing to help as Potter’s sleeve, out of reach from the umbrella’s protection, got drenched. Once they reached a deserted alleyway, Potter reached with the same arm that had been exposed to the water.

The next moment, he apparated them back to Grimmauld Place.

next day ->

prompt list previous days

Snow day ❄️

and here's a quick fem!drarry

Drarry May Dailies | Day Eight: Crystal

The early dawn light refracts through Draco’s tiny crystal Merlin and falls in broadening rays across his pile of quilts. It’s one of the things he’d liked best about Dorthea House when he toured. The light had been on full display that day: the acid yellow and red and cyan of his precious rose window, the tall windows of his study, flung open, curtains fluttering breezily. 

Walking the house was almost sensual, like the feel of a still-cool day in early summer, or a steaming bath, hot against aching muscles. When Draco looks back now, he can see it for what it was: a seduction. 

It wanted him here, wants something from him still. There’s a bleary-hazy feeling in his head when he thinks this, and he squeezes his eyes shut, trying to hold on the thought—if only he could write it down. 

He reaches, flailing, for the notepad on his nightstand and knocks it to the floor. Something clatters to the floor alongside the notepad and Draco’s favorite clicky Muggle pen: atrociously smudged, silver-framed glasses. 

“Harry.” 

“Morning.” A voice from the other side of the bed, and a hand, resting steady between his shoulder blades. 

Day One | Day Two | Day Three | Day Four | Day Five | Day Six | Day Seven

And finally, old man drarry in Peru🙏💥 (3/3)

Well have you 🤓

The Graduation

ITS THAT TIME….

this took like 100 years of my life 😵 blending the characters with background is always so tricky, i always feel like characters don't match the rest

well, the moment when you're supposed to listen but you know, there's more important matters 🤛🏼

Medieval Drarry 🏰