Harry Potter, Hogwarts Flying Instructor & Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts Transfigurations Professor

he prayed for times like this

reference to this!!

current mantra

Microfic May: Day Five

Hang - Dronarry (157 words)

Ron’s shoes are kicked off inside the door, scarlet robes thrown at the wall in a hope that they’ll miraculously hang themselves.

From upstairs, the cadence of the shower changes as someone moves beneath it.

No. Not someone.

Some… two.

His shirt is next, lost halfway up the stairs as he trips himself closer, whilst his trousers end up draped on the bannister. He’s just in his pants when he pushes the bathroom door open, half-hard and thanking the Gods for an early finish.

They don’t notice him at first, too wrapped up in each other. Harry is gasping, breathy and loud over the top of the water fall. Head thrown back, eyes screwed shut, fingers tightening in the shock of silver-bright hair. He’s close, Ron can tell.

Draco’s on his knees, looking as utterly perfect as usual even with his mouth full. Especially with his mouth full.

Harry’s eyes snap open. “Ron.”

Ron steps straight in.

okay, yes, I know that comma isn't supposed to be there but I want the reader to take a breath! I want a pause! Stop trying to correct me, I'm trying to control the flow of reading

I adore the fact that Host!Vic is so proudly genderless but it’s also the funniest thing in the world to me, because it means that somehow this utterly deranged deer in the headlights style creature managed to do the self introspection required to realise they were trans. I don’t believe for a SECOND that this newly born bird has even a semblance of who they are or what they truly want, and yet somehow they managed to realise their gender identity and also not be completely insufferable about it. I adore them, I am enamoured with them, I am fascinated by them. Truly the guy ever. I desperately need to know more about fictional Vic Michealis’ gender identity because how is this the only normal thing about them. They can’t even count. How the fuck did they figure that one out. They really are

Happy International Women's Day!

I thought for a long time about how to congratulate you, because I didn't have any art ready. I have several sketches of this girl, but I decided that I would show you this very first one.

So, I'd like you to meet HARRY AND DRACO'S BIOLOGICAL Daughter.

*applause

This is only a rough draft, but I'm already thinking that I'm definitely going to give her black hair, thick eyelashes and eyebrows from Harry, and fair skin with light eyes from Draco. I'm also thinking that she should be a Slytherin, because I don't believe that the Melfoy family wouldn't want the first child of our newlyweds. Also, if you have any questions about the conception, I'm thinking about having it be a magical ceremony where Draco comes forward to be the one to carry the child. But it doesn't have to be. It could be surrogacy or something else. It's up to your imagination.

P.S.: oh, and what are we going to name her? Does Lily Narcissa Malfoy-Potter sound too much?

P.P.S.: Forgive my English if I wrote something unclear. Or weird.

not to sound like a christian facebook mom but some of yall need to have grace in your hearts for the people in your lives or the people you pass once on the road and never see again like you literally need to stop assuming the worst of everyone and their intentions it is poisoning your brain. you can be careful and responsible without being a miserable person. it is possible i promise

microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour also had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.