Malfoybws - 𝕰𝖚𝖌𝖊

𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭

pairing - draco malfoy X harry potter

summary - draco shows harry how to let go

warnings - a little explicit but it's disguised as fluffy, poetry goodness

words - 315

written for - @drarrymicrofic , prompt - verklempt; overcome with emotions’

a/n - this is my first time writing for @drarrymicrofic so, i hope I did well :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Calloused, porcelain hands held down slender waists. The grip oh so tight and lovely.

Bodies intertwined in a harmony of love and passion. Hands held tight in a show of trust.

A mouth, that let out a burning sensation every time it was in contact with scarred skin, moved against the soft edges of an ear and whispered "let me take care of you"

Those six words sending electric shocks down his whole body.

Those six words melting him into a small puddle till he was nothing more than a small speck in the universe.

Harry finally let him take care of him.

Draco more than happy to provide, as said puddle was in his arms.

Lust-filled crystal grey eyes met stormed green shards of glass.

Soft lips met even softer ones.

They crashed onto each other like the perfect two ends of a puzzle piece.

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Draco took care of him. With gentle touches that set fire through his skin. The gentle mouth of his; finding every inch of his body- caressing it with a newfound passion to make love.

Porcelain hands, rubbed gentle circles down his back, as he entered Harry’s body.

Draco found the perfect spot inside him; the perfect soft that made the dull, grey, rained down puddle, alight with light- seeing stars.

After many more thrusts, after many more praises in his ear of how good he was doing, after many more kisses rained down his body from white lips.

He let go.

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At the end of the night when he was curled down the side of his lover, like a sun-kissed cat. At the end of the night when marble-like hands, gently combed his midnight black hair. At the end of the night when he was comfortable, head tucked under his chin, on top of a flat, hard chest; listening to a gentle heartbeat,

Harry finally lets goes.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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“He’s gone.”

“He’s dead.”

“The Boy Who Lived, lives no more.”

A gust of icy wind disturbs the pile of ash outside Ollivanders, tossing flecks of soot into the air like a polluted snow. Draco listens intently as he weaves through the clouds of breath and mud-stained cloaks of the crowd. Some whispers are gilded in awe or sorrow, but sharp tongues are quick to hiss of Harry’s failures, his temper, his audacity to swear or drink or fuck. None doubt what they’ve seen.

Having heard enough, Draco slips into an empty alley, unnoticed by the gossiping crowd. The tails of Draco's cloak have no time to settle before the pull of apparition grips at his bones.

The warm prickle of welcoming wards greets him as he lands in the dark kitchen of Grimmauld Place. Harry sits at the grimy table, his feet propped on a chair and a steaming mug in his hand. Even shielded in shadow, his eyes are bright when he glances up and smiles at Draco.

“So... Did it work?”

“Harry Potter is dead, never to return. Gullible bastards,” Draco huffs. “Bid adieu to your adoring fans, Potter, you’re mine now.”

“Farewell, wizarding world, you won’t be missed,” Harry nearly sings as he stands and grabs his pouch from the table.

Draco watches as Harry pats at his pockets to check for his wand. "You're sure about this, Harry?"

"Of course. Aren't you?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life."

"Good," he smiles. "Now, where are a dead man and a Death Eater to go, free from the cruel judgment of the world?" he grins, slithering his arms around Draco’s waist. He presses his fingers tightly into the spaces between Draco's ribs, his only outward sign of nerves.

"You’re so dramatic, it's embarrassing," Draco laughs, nipping at Harry’s ear and wrapping his arms around Harry's shoulders. "They go wherever their wanderlust takes them," Draco whispers, succumbing to apparition’s grasp as he imagines somewhere warm.

For @drarrymicrofic's prompt, return.

Here’s today’s first messy doodle I made during class.

It’s from the second book, when Mrs. Weasley came outside to scold Ron and the twins after they stole Harry back from the Dursleys.

Doodling helps me follow along :)

🐍SLYTHERIN GANG🐍

They’re looking like your local anime group and I can’t complain 😳

The Golden Trio is so done (well maybe Ron not that much 👀👀)

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

your drarry art is too pure and too good for this world, what did we ever do to deserve it, i am in love

what did we all do to deserve this ship. now this is The Question