If It Sucks Hit Da Bricks

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.

XX. Reverie

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

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Walking among muggles stopped feeling alien around Draco’s third visit to muggle London. It became outright dull by his tenth, and was only ever interesting when Harry came along. Not because the crowds shifted toward Harry Potter like in the wizarding world, but because spending time with Harry had simply turned enjoyable.

They started to make grocery runs with each other, brainstorming what they (Harry) would make for mealtimes. 

Draco felt himself decay with the candied reveries of mundane domestic life turned into reality.

Harry side-eyed him as he added another bag of bonbons to their cart. So what if he had a sweet tooth?

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my silly little actor au

he totally had an emo phase

context

Pathetic

Despair-infected walls rose up around Lucius, back still straight in pathetic mimicry of a past identity. Harry found it deeply satisfying. 

Lucius stared at him.

“I’m only going to tell you this once: stop writing him.”

Lucius cracked a dry, empty smile. “He’s my son, Potter. You can’t stop me.”

“Try me.”

This one scene was so iconic to me and i couldnt get it out of my head so i drew it quick in a feral state.

(Rookie moves by peu a peu)

au where in dh the gang takes draco captive

Oh I SO want a fic for this. I think it could work if Harry figures out a little earlier that Draco is the true Master of the Elder Wand and then Voldemort reads his mind so he figures it out too and Harry senses him figuring it out and is like 'oh no draco's going to die that's a horrible terrible thing that can never happen...just because then voldemort would get the elder wand and also for general humanitarian reasons obviously not because i like him or anything.'

So the whole escape sequence goes down pretty much the same way except Harry grabs Draco and takes him with them - as their prisoner (he is a Death Eater after all and can't be trusted). They drop the other rescued people off at Shell Cottage but don't take Draco there since he's not to be trusted. And now they've got a MASSIVE problem. Because what do they DO with him? Harry's still operating under the assumption he would need to kill Draco to get mastery of the Elder Wand and just taking him prisoner isn't enough, plus Voldemort definitely believes that so they can't just leave him! (Ron rolls his eyes in disgust). Meanwhile, Draco has no idea why they've taken him prisoner but once it becomes clear they aren't immediately killing him he's desperate for them to let him go so Voldemort doesn't think he has defected and murder his family as punishment. Also, he's deeply relieved to see Harry and co alive and well though he'd NEVER admit it.

They try keeping him under control in various ways, including the Imperius Curse but Harry absolutely hates doing it. Gradually a grudging truce is reached. They even get some useful information out of Draco about Bellatrix and her vault and what might be in there...and the latest security measures in place under Voldemort's rule. And what do you know? One thing leads to another and somehow they're breaking into Gringotts together and stealing a dragon. And somehow when Draco gets the chance to turn on them later he doesn't. He even gets to destroy a Horcrux in the Room of Hidden Things.

By that point Harry's ready to give Draco's wand back but decides against it since he really does need it seeing as his got lost and it does feel strangely friendly in his hand - increasingly so, in fact. And hey wait a minute. Maybe defeating someone in battle ISN'T the only way you can win control of a wand. Could this be crazy enough to work? And tldr Harry still defeats Voldemort with the powers of true love and drarry except this time he's more aware of it.

Girls practice chinese lion dance

IV. Pathetic

<- previous day

Draco laid in bed. He stared meaninglessly towards the ceiling, brooding the whole pathetic situation he’d found himself in. If he let himself think too hard, all his life would start to look it too. So he didn’t. 

He thought of that morning and of Potter’s lips on the ceramic mug. Of last year and Potter’s lips around a spoonful of food in the Great Hall. Of Potter’s messy hair, from the early morning and the late nights at the Quidditch pitch. Of Potter’s bare feet on the kitchen floor and the showers of the eight years’ dorms. He thought of it all and bottled it up like his potions. He stored them on a dusty shelf in his heart, to be soon forgotten.

He closed his eyes, the last thing he saw was his green blanket. That night he dreamt of Potter’s green eyes and in the morning he’ll remember his pathetic besotted heart.

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