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Au where the malfoys move away from the manor, scorp goes to preschool (harry + albus r there too??) and they explore the muggle world???

before I desided to draw smth with naruto I was drawing a little series with drarry and porn hands, there’re my fav pics from it, maybe I’ll finish it lateeeer

The Lesson of You

Draco/Harry | Rated E | 65k words | thecouchsofa

Summary:

Harry likes kids. That doesn't mean he's ready for a small boy to turn up on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place insisting that Harry is his father. That was weird enough, but the child identifying Draco Malfoy as his other parent was something Harry had no bloody idea how to handle.

Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Kid Fic, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Family Feels, Crups, Not Epilogue Compliant, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Time Travel

Happy 6th birthday to my darling, my honey, my boo! After 6 years of not posting this fic anywhere outside of my AO3 account, I figured it was finally time.

I wrote this story in 3 weeks when I was 20. So much has changed since then; I've lived overseas, I graduated uni, I changed jobs 3 times, but my love for this story, and for Ollie, has never waned.

Thank you to everyone who read, commented on, left kudos, bookmarked, added to a collection, included in a rec list, podficced, translated, or just thought about this story over the years. It is just as much yours as it is mine. ❤️⭐❤️

Read on AO3 here

You’ve created and shared something so, so beautiful, and so devastating.

You owe us tissues. Lots of tissues. I ugly sobbed and had to remind myself I have the ability to breathe.

The Boy from the Piano Shop

Harry's hand lingered a little longer on the scarf, even after Draco had released his wrist. He wanted to know everything Draco knew, so he asked,

"What colour is the scarf?"

"Purple," Draco replied, "dark purple, like a plum or a violet."

"Purple," Harry echoed.

Harry touched the colour, trying to etch the feel of purple into his fingers, before his hand reached down and brushed against Draco's soft skin: his cheekbones, his cheeks, his jaw. Harry nodded and returned to his shirt, pulling it off with one hand while keeping the other on Draco's face to make sure he didn't remove the scarf.

"I won't take it off, I promise," Draco whispered.

For some reason, it was one of the few promises Harry knew he could trust. He withdrew his hand from the scarf. His T-shirt was on the floor, and now they were both exposed only to each other's touch.

From The Boy from the Piano Shop, chapter 11

Read HERE

middle aged harry is prob the keanu reeves of the wizarding world. handsome guy, kinda shaggy looking these days, but cool because he doesn't try to be. very unassuming. kind to everyone. a little bit weird. widely beloved.

where are my hjp girlies at

Hiiii!

I saw the art you made for The Boy from The Piano Shop and it looks incredible!

I was wondering if you were open to collabs with binders in exchange for a copy?

I have pics of my binds on my instagram @ldm.binding

Thank you!

Lau

Hi Lau,

First—I’m so excited (and I screamed) that you’re binding Soli’s fic!

Feel free to send me a dm here or on discord regarding this collab, thank you 💜

PS. I looked over your ig and gushed over your binds, they’re incredible!

And I’m glad I saw this because I’ve been having this kind of error on my inbox.

- K

“He’s getting distracted, he realises. It’s Malfoy, he thinks—the smell of him, so near—and he inches even closer and lets his head drop onto Malfoy’s shoulder. It’s good here—the curling ends of Malfoy’s hair are close enough that they stir every time Harry breathes out, and he watches the slide and quiver of the glossy strands with fascination. And better yet, when he blows gently, the hair moves off Malfoy’s neck, and then Harry can see the whole creamy stretch of it and more: the sharp tensing line of Malfoy’s jaw; the three beauty spots like a constellation on Malfoy’s cheek; the silvered line of a scar that runs from below Malfoy’s collar to just behind his ear. He’s noticed all these things before, of course, but he can’t remember why he hasn’t ever really looked at them before, or told Malfoy how lovely they are.” — If It Takes All Night by tackytiger | Read here

This is for @tackytigerfic whose fic didn’t stop running in my mind after reading it, mostly this scene, or, scratch it—all of it hunts me, especially tacky’s approach and style of writing.

This is easily my favorite portrayal of Harry who finds his friendship with Draco after the war conflicting. His yearning, his hesitation, and good lord his undeniable attraction were conveyed with raw intensity that was both sensual and captivating. I enjoyed how there’s not much dialogue and instead it took me inside Harry’s mind. It was so sensory that it made my skin tingle.

Tacky, the writer that you are. I’m in awe of your ability to craft such compelling stories. Please marry me.

PS. I just need to mention again that the scene with Draco’s beauty spots and scar killed me. I am forever including that every time I draw him.

“I’ve always thought your height came from your messy hair, Potter."

"Pity your wit disappeared along with your hair, Malfoy."

From my previous post, and more of that headcanon below:

Months after the war, their rivalry had somewhat softened, evolving into almost-amicable banter and mischief. Once, the Great Hall burst into laughter as two ball-shaped heads wandered the castle. This was a punishment from McGonagall during Transfigurations class, when Harry's misfired spell hit Draco's head, prompting swift retaliation. Surprisingly, Draco kept his buzzcut the next morning, and some days more.

Later, as a couple, Harry would sometimes wake up to see Draco's near-perfect oval head and feel a pang of longing for his platinum-blonde locks. They had always framed his face perfectly, but Harry loved this no less: the feel of his hands over Draco's prickly scalp, the change in the planes of his head, and the barely noticeable ridge from a scar on his temple.

When Draco woke, he’d always tell Harry why he shaved his hair. Sometimes though, Draco would keep to himself, lost in thought as he smooths a nonexistent strand over his ear. During these moments, Harry would find himself reaching for a muggle razor in their bathroom, and then returning to their kitchen with uneven patches. He’d always done a poor job, and Draco would mock him mercilessly before fixing it, a small grin forming on his lips.

“I’m still taller.”

“Only if you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Fine.”

not animated version is on DA  - part 2  - part 3 in plans?

song: “The Take down” by Dabin & Koda

omg I’ve  just back in digital and made a strip at once. I actually don’t know why I’ve decided to do an animated version  x) now I’m just trying new styles and technics and hope you like it ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ It’s been a really long time since I wanted to draw the moment with Sectusempra from HPHBP, Draco’s scars are my favorite things in the world <3 

and also this song was in my playlist for my nsfw strip