One Of The Smartest Things The Hp Fandom Has Ever Done Is To Universally Characterize Pansy And Draco

these turkish delights have turkish ends....

The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.

“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.

“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”

“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”

“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”

“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck. 

“Sounds perfect.”

For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me. 

The Dateless

“Lost your friends Potter?”

“They’ve ditched me.” Harry replied morosely, wondering what had possessed him to plonk down next to Draco Malfoy of all people. He blamed his traitorous friends for ignoring him. “Sickeningly loved up the lot of them.”

Draco screwed up his nose in disgust at that, an action which combined with the alcohol induced pink flush across his cheeks Harry absently noted was kind of cute. Wait, what? Harry glared down at his champagne glass. How many of these had he had?

“No date then?” Harry asked, when it became apparent that Draco wasn’t going to initiate any further conversation.

Draco smirked slowly and raised his left arm just enough that the sleeve of his sky blue dress robe slipped back to reveal the reddened edge of his dark mark. 

“With this glowing endorsement branded into my skin you’d think suitors would be throwing themselves at me wouldn’t you?”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Alright you arse, I get it — let’s talk about something else.”

“Oh? What makes you think I’m going to waste any more of my evening talking to you?” 

Draco’s tone was cutting but Harry didn’t miss the way his gaze dropped, could almost feel the caress of his appraisal across his body. Already this ministry ball was seeming a lot less dull.

“Why not? We’re both here tonight, together.” Harry drained his glass and stood. The room was too hot, too loud and he’d spotted a secluded balcony earlier which looked perfect for what he had in mind. He extended his hand to help Draco from his chair. “What have you got to lose?”

@drarrymicrofic prompt: Waste It On Me by Steve Aoki ft. BTS

1x01 || 3x13

garden party 💚

Hannibal 2.13 Mizumono | 3.13 The Wrath of the Lamb

First Love💘

Praise

@drarrymicrofic​ prompt: Good   NSFW

It started as a joke. A throwaway comment and a patronising pat on the head. Only then Harry’s eyes had dilated and Draco knew he’d uncovered something special.

The next time he’s entirely serious when he says it, with Harry all spit-slick lips and cum drunk beneath him.

“Good boy.”

Royalcore pt. 2: Suspicion