Tag: drarry

dis4daria:

finished my aurors Harry and Draco 🙂 probably bickering about something mundane (let’s be real – these two would argue about sky being blue) but that’s true love
anyway, i think Harry has lots of perfectly fine auror robes, but loves to wear muggle clothes – jeans and hoodies are just too comfy to resist 🙂

ughcas:

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Harry’s fingers trace over Draco’s skin, tender, gentle, easy. Draco lets out a shaky exhale as he watches Harry’s fingers slide over his forearm. He watches a finger follow the line of the skull etched into his skin, and he shivers.

“I don’t mind it,” Harry says softly, pressing his thumb down. “It doesn’t bother me.”

Draco feels that hint of confusion you get when someone tells you you did something you don’t remember doing. Draco feels something roll around in his stomach.

“How can it not?” Draco manages, and his voice is soft in the low light of their bedroom where both him and Harry lie. Harry just smiles a soft smile over at him and shakes his head.

“It’s a part of you.”

Draco has no clue what exactly that has to do with anything and obviously Harry can tell because he goes on speaking.

“And I love you.”

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king-drarry-perfection:

  • Its 8th year, Harry has his own room. All the 8th years do
  • And his room is, of course, across from Draco’s (because I am a sucker for 8th year across-the-hallway pining)
  • Harry has a dream about Draco. He has lots of dreams about Draco. Always waking up painfully hard, or already orgasming
  • But this is getting out of hand
  • Seriously, every night now
  • He can barely look at Draco in the morning, instantly blushing remembering the dream, feeling it all over his body like it really happened
  • Where Draco pushed himself into Harry after working him open. For Harry to feel utterly full, as Draco fucked into him
  • The other boy doesn’t seem to notice. He doesn’t even look up
  • Except maybe Draco has been having dreams too. And maybe there is a dark haired boy who features in his dreams, with his legs pushed open as Draco fucks him
  • Draco doesn’t look. he can’t. because then maybe Potter will know. And if he knew he’d hex him to the other side of the castle and back again
  • So every night they go back to their rooms, barely a word spoken between them
  • and every night they fall into a dream
  • one where Harry runs his hands along Draco’s skin, green silk pyjamas discarded on the floor, along with black boxers and t-shirts.
  • where they kiss like this is all they have ever wanted to do
  • and harry will work his way down Draco’s body
  • placing his lips around Draco’s hard cock
  • and Draco will moan, running his fingers through Harry’s hair
  • Then the morning will come, with both of them hard
  • Harry will sit at the table with the taste of Draco still on his lips
  • And Draco will relish the feel of Harry sucking him off
  • But neither will look up
  • And neither will know
  • that maybe, just maybe
  • they have been sharing the same dreams all along