Why Would You Attribute Draco Being Unable To Cast A Patronus To Him Having An Awful Childhood And Therefore

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Microfic May: “Pathetic”

Day 4 of the unofficial Microfic May by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean Thank you to @the-forbidden-forest for the alpha read!

“You’re pathetic,” Draco says. But there’s no bite to it. It’s not like how he’d said it in school, when he’d made a sport of riling Harry up, of looking down on him and his friends. Not like in Auror training—paired together as equal-opportunity punishment by a boss who disliked them both—when they’d taken the one upmanship to a new level, but somehow Draco always seemed to best him, spurring Harry to keep aiming higher. It’s not even tenderly mocking, like on their wedding day, tears streaming down Harry’s face after Draco had slipped the band onto his finger. “Pathetic,” Draco repeats, barely a whisper, as he hooks his chin over Harry’s shoulder to gaze down at the sleeping bundle in Harry’s arms. “How long have you been sitting here?” “Since he fell asleep. I just can’t put him down,” Harry admits, running the pad of his finger under the fold of blanket to reveal the face of their newborn son, nestled inside. Draco sighs into the curve of his neck.“I love you.” “That," Harry says softly, not a bit of bite to it, "is because you’re just as pathetic for me as I am for you."

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

I'll catch up soon, but in the mean time:

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XXIII. Transparent

The pictures flashed on the screen, a unique sort of magic. Yet Draco’s disdain was transparent on his face.

“I thought you didn’t hate muggles anymore,” Harry said bemusedly.

“I don’t,” Draco spoke, sneer stuck on his face, “It doesn’t really go with the decor.”

It didn’t. The olde black house was not meant to hold anything so modern. So simple. So muggle.

“We should make it the statement piece.”

XXIV. Heated

Draco got home to find a piece of paper on the kitchen counter:

Busy with work I left food in the ice-box xo, HP

He took the left-over lasagna from lunch and placed it in the newest muggle addition to their home: the microwave.

He sat at the table alone with his reheated food still cold in the middle and tasting like an attenuated version of what it would taste like with Harry.

XXV. Brume

He braved the streets of Diagon Alley on a foggy morning, when he could blend in with the crowd.

He walked the cobbled streets, with the expectation of his most grim experiences coming to life, but the people simply walked by without a second glance.

Among the brume on the roads, he spotted him immediately. Horrible hair an immediate give away. Green eyes that could shine through the cloudiest skies, already trained on him—a picked up face in the crowd.

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Raven getting wrapped up

(via)

More fem drarry ✨

I'll probably change Draco's design. I think he's (she's) a very difficult character to draw in general.

Medieval Drarry 🏰

Two crows were observed perched silently atop a street light during a misty morning in coastal California. ♡

The cutest couple❤️

hang

There’s a moment that feels, every time, like suspension. When I can smell the wind off his skin and feel the heat of his gaze but I can’t taste the press of his lips. Not yet.

And every time, I hang there, strung up in the wires that run between my flighty eagerness and his silver restraint, until he sees whatever it is that he needs to see.

And then—he kisses me, and I land safely, swiftly. Every time.