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Posts tagged drarry
  1. wow it’s AMAZING! ♥ Draco&Harry ♥

    wow it’s AMAZING! 
    ♥ Draco&Harry ♥

    (Source: sotrueworld, via drarryday)

  2. drarry-sb:

in the library by chouette-e

one of my Favourite drawings <3

    drarry-sb:

    in the library by chouette-e

    one of my Favourite drawings <3

    (via drarryday)

  3. thechivalrousfox:

Love me forever anon? (^w^) Why thank you.

    thechivalrousfox:

    Love me forever anon? (^w^) Why thank you.

    (via thedrarryfiles)

  4. umihoshi:

Sometimes I wonder… by UmiHoshi
  5. ahappyreturn:

I’ve put my trust in you

    ahappyreturn:

    I’ve put my trust in you

    (Source: sextective, via drarryfeels)

  6. harryanddracohavesex:

HarryDraco - Hold On by alteregopi
  7. harryanddracohavesex:

Drarry 4 by LinART
  8. noodlerface:

Did I mention I was kinda shipping this now

    noodlerface:

    Did I mention I was kinda shipping this now

    (via drarryfeels)

  9. areyoutryingtodeduceme:

This is pretty cute though I guess. Sorry guys, more old art coming up.

    areyoutryingtodeduceme:

    This is pretty cute though I guess. Sorry guys, more old art coming up.

    (via thedrarryfiles)

  10. magnuskervalen:

Drarry Stationary - 1/5 by Cremebunny
  11. defence-against-the-drabbles:

(Draco teasing Harry until they argue and kiss for anon)
“So, Potter, how are you and Weaselette?” Draco leant against the cabinet he was meant to be cleaning, watching Harry work.
“Look, you got me into this detention, so just shut the fuck up. And her name is Ginny.” Harry continued to scrub furiously, hating that Snape had stuck him with the difficult job while Draco only had to clean the cupboards.
“I’d hardly say it was my fault. You tripped and ruined my potion, so I hexed you.” Draco inspected his nails, waiting for the storm.
Harry stood and turned to face Draco, hands clenched. “If your lackeys hadn’t sent a trip jinx my way, I wouldn’t have spilled anything into your potion.”
“Well, that’s hardly my fault, is it Potter? You should learn to defend yourself.”
“Is that a threat?” Harry stepped forward, invading Draco’s personal space.
Draco snorted. “I’m not who you need to worry about. Worry about the Dark Lord, and how you’re going to get your Mudblood and blood traitor through it.”
“Don’t call them that. They’re no different to you. Well,” Harry sneered. “They’re better than you.”
Draco pushed off of the cabinet, closing the distance between them further. “Don’t they get boring, though? Isn’t it so frustrating how they don’t understand the pressure you’re under, they don’t understand what’s happened quite so well as you do?” Draco paused, and his tone became more frantic. “Don’t you hate them because you can’t explain to them what you have to do, how important it is. You wish sometimes, don’t you, for someone to talk to about all of it. Someone who understands.”
Harry shifted, uncomfortable at how close to the mark Draco hit. And then he remembered his suspicions about him. “Why, do you need the same? Are you volunteering.”
“In a way.” Draco leant forward and pressed his lips to Harry’s, pushing his hand into his hair. Harry stood still for a moment, shocked, before responding. But it wasn’t how he’d wanted. Instead of pushing Draco away like his thoughts were screaming to, he pulled him in closer, opening his lips and letting Draco’s tongue to slide across his own.

    defence-against-the-drabbles:

    (Draco teasing Harry until they argue and kiss for anon)

    “So, Potter, how are you and Weaselette?” Draco leant against the cabinet he was meant to be cleaning, watching Harry work.

    “Look, you got me into this detention, so just shut the fuck up. And her name is Ginny.” Harry continued to scrub furiously, hating that Snape had stuck him with the difficult job while Draco only had to clean the cupboards.

    “I’d hardly say it was my fault. You tripped and ruined my potion, so I hexed you.” Draco inspected his nails, waiting for the storm.

    Harry stood and turned to face Draco, hands clenched. “If your lackeys hadn’t sent a trip jinx my way, I wouldn’t have spilled anything into your potion.”

    “Well, that’s hardly my fault, is it Potter? You should learn to defend yourself.”

    “Is that a threat?” Harry stepped forward, invading Draco’s personal space.

    Draco snorted. “I’m not who you need to worry about. Worry about the Dark Lord, and how you’re going to get your Mudblood and blood traitor through it.”

    “Don’t call them that. They’re no different to you. Well,” Harry sneered. “They’re better than you.”

    Draco pushed off of the cabinet, closing the distance between them further. “Don’t they get boring, though? Isn’t it so frustrating how they don’t understand the pressure you’re under, they don’t understand what’s happened quite so well as you do?” Draco paused, and his tone became more frantic. “Don’t you hate them because you can’t explain to them what you have to do, how important it is. You wish sometimes, don’t you, for someone to talk to about all of it. Someone who understands.”

    Harry shifted, uncomfortable at how close to the mark Draco hit. And then he remembered his suspicions about him. “Why, do you need the same? Are you volunteering.”

    “In a way.” Draco leant forward and pressed his lips to Harry’s, pushing his hand into his hair. Harry stood still for a moment, shocked, before responding. But it wasn’t how he’d wanted. Instead of pushing Draco away like his thoughts were screaming to, he pulled him in closer, opening his lips and letting Draco’s tongue to slide across his own.

    (via thedrarryfiles)

  12. itsforeverpotter:

Aw man!!!

    itsforeverpotter:

    Aw man!!!

    (via drarryday)

  13. (via drarryday)

  14. malfoyspotter:

    Harry/Draco ♦ Hogwarts Eighth Year

    Amortentia

    Due to the… unorthodox schooling last year, professors often found themselves teaching lessons that normally would’ve been taught the year before. When Harry walked into potions, he felt a wave of dejavu wash through him at the sight of the five cauldrons placed in the center of the room. Professor Slughorn beckoned everyone to gather around the potions and began the lesson.

    When he reached the cauldron next to Harry, he called on Harry to name it. Harry took one look at the mother of pearl sheen and knew what it was: Amortentia. He could almost hear Hermione’s voice in his head as he gave nearly the same explanation she had two years ago.  As he spoke, he caught a whiff of the scent.

    It was… different.

    Intrigued, Harry leaned forward and breathed in the scent. Without meaning to, he spoke his thoughts aloud, struggling to put them into words, “I smell fresh grass and brooms, like - like a quidditch day, and treacle tart and - “ 

    He breathed in deeper, seeking that new scent. He couldn’t quite place where he knew it and yet, at the same time, it seemed so familiar. It was like a mixture of —

    "Citrus and vanilla," Harry said aloud. 

    Too late, Harry recognized that scent and realized his mistake. Heat rushed to his face and he dropped his eyes to his potions book, praying the connection wasn’t made. He didn’t notice the gray eyes on him from across the room.

    "Isn’t that the kind of cologne you wear?" Pansy asked beside him. "Citrus and vanilla?" 

    Draco didn’t respond, his eyes never leaving Harry. 

    Inspired by (x)(x)

    (via thedrarryfiles)

  15. Almost is never enough

    (Source: sherpotter, via dreaminhd)

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