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Summary:Draco prepares a romantic bubble bath for Valentine’s Day…

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Draco uncorked the bottle, relishing the little ~pop~ that echoed off the walls of the bathroom. It was still smoking slightly, as he had only just finished brewing it a few moments ago. He reached his arm over the tub and poured a generous amount into the rushing water. The liquid potion immediately transformed into thousands upon thousands of bubbles. 

With a satisfied smile, Draco turned to light the red candle he’d infused with a few drops of his most powerful Amortentia potion.  He struck the muggle match, his hair standing on end at the sizzling sound, and brought flame to wick. The smell of treacle tart, the wood of a broom handle, and vanilla filled his nostrils. After extinguishing the match, he sank into the steaming tub and disappeared under the bubbles.

He let out an elongated sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of the hot water prickling against his skin. The bubbles enveloped and caressed him, their soft kisses encouraging him to sink deeper into the water.

“You haven’t started without me, have you?” 

The voice came from the doorway, and Draco opened one eye to peek at Harry. His lover was stripped bare, the candle casting shadows on his beautifully toned body—Harry joining a Quidditch Club had been an excellent idea, in Draco’s opinion.

“Come in,” Draco murmured, spreading his legs. 

Harry settled into the tub, leaning against Draco who eagerly wrapped his arms around him. 

“Why does the entire room smell like you?”

Draco snorted. “The Amortentia candle,” he explained.

Harry chuckled. “Well, that explains it. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Harry tilted his head back, and Draco tenderly pressed his lips to Harry’s. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day." 

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~ My contribution to the February 2021 Drarry Drabble Challenge!~

Prompt: Bubbles
Word Count: 283

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(Image 1, Prompt 25 of 25 Days of Draco and Harry: a sprig of mistletoe, tied together with a red ribbon, hanging in front of a wooden background.)

Part 1: 50 Shades of Red

“So, where are we going to have this…’party’?” Harry asked, expertly hiding his true reaction to Hermione’s invitation.

Hermione went slightly pink. “I was thinking…The Room of Requirement. You know…because it’s also called The Come and Go Room.”

Harry choked on his own saliva and Hermione laughed.

“You don’t have to come or even go to the party if you don’t want—”

“No, no, I dowant to come! GO. GO to the party, ” Harry assured his best friend whose eyes widened at Harry’s new-found enthusiasm and laughed kindheartedly at his slip-up. “I mean. I’m not like, obsessed, with the idea, you know me…I’m just…interested.”

“Uh huh,” Hermione nodded her brown eyes twinkling knowingly. “Interested in whom?”

It was Harry’s turn to go slightly pink. Or rather—crimson red. Hermione’s eyes went from soft, small, and twinkling to enormous saucers that challenged even Dobby’s most intense expression. “I WAS ONLY KIDDING— OH MY GOD! Who is it? Who did I say was coming that made you so eager to come!?”

Harry instantly went Gryffindor scarlet. 

Hermione actually squealed and Harry rushed away from the Common Room to the dormitories—leaving his friend to go through the guestlist one more time alone. Now, as long as his roommate wasn’t there Harry would have some time to th—

“Hey, Potter.” 

Harry stopped in his tracks and sucked in his breath. Then he let it out in a cool exhale, trying to disguise the fact that Malfoy had just caught him off guard. Sitting on his bed. Doing his homework. In their dorm-room.

“Yooo,” Harry said, slyly putting his hand to the back of his hair and posing casually in the doorway. Posing. Casually. Harry looked down at his body. What he was doing was far from posing. And far from casual. His body looked like the Whomping Willow trying to reach an itchy spot. He noticed Malfoy biting his lip as he quirked an eyebrow at Harry “chilling” in the doorway.

“You…alright?”

Harry blinked in response. Even though he and Malfoy had been on friendly terms since the end of the War when they had been preparing for Malfoy’s trial together, it still shocked him sometimes when his former archnemesis Draco Malfoy showed any interest in Harry’s well-being.

Harry quickly dropped his hand and stood normally in the doorway, like any other wizard. Wix. He was still practicing that…

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Ted put his finger to his mouth. “Shh! Scorpius, you don’t want them to catch us, do you?”

Scorpius glared at the older wix and said in a loud whisper, “Swytherins are naturawy steawthy.” He stepped on a particularly noisy floorboard that let out a long c-r-e-a-a-a-a-k.

Ted’s eyes widened in surprise as Scorpius whispered, “Whoops.” Ted put his hand to his mouth to stifle a laugh.

“That wasn’t very Slytherin, was it?”

“Oh, be quiet, Teddy!” Scorpius pouted, as the five-year-old did whenever Ted teased him about the potential of not being a Slytherin like his Maddy.  

“Hey, Scor?”

Scorpius ignored Ted, his arms crossed in front of him, his lower lip turned over and chin jutted out in a stubborn expression.

Ted sighed. “I’m sorry I made you upset. You know…you could still be in Gryffindor like Daddy. And Daddy’s really cool, too!”

Scorpius harrumphed.

Ted sighed in frustration at his little brother. They were never going to get downstairs to sneak a peek at the presents. He just HAD to know if he was getting the new Firebolt 360.  It was all he’d been thinking about for months, and all he’d written home about the first months of his Fifth Year leading up to Christmas, so he hoped his parents had taken the hint.

But Ted just couldn’t sleep, not knowing. He’d convinced Scorpius to sneak down with him under the pretense that they might catch Father Christmas in the act. Then, if they did get caught, he could use the younger wix as a scapegoat and no one would know how impatient he was. A Malfoy never shows their impatience. Ted snorted at the thought. It was something Grandma Cissy said, but his Maddy was probably the most impatient wix Ted had ever met.

“Come on,” Ted said, getting down to his brother’s level. “You don’t want to miss Father Christmas, do you?”

Scorpius’ face turned sharply back towards Ted. It was as if he’d forgotten all about their mission.  “No!”

“Shh!” Ted reminded him.

Scorpius screwed up his face and nodded.

“Okay. Let’s go…”

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He had a plan. He was a Slytherin. He always had a plan. A scheme. He was going to tell him he looked beautiful, laughing in the snow. Yes, it was a strange way to start a conversation after not seeing each other for three years, but something told him it would be okay. Something inside him was urging him to just take the leap, and say at least some of the words he’d been keeping to himself since he was eleven years old. Some words he was sure to hold back….but Draco had been wanting to confess this since he’d first seen Harry in Madam Malkin’s that fateful day in Diagon Alley. The day he fell in love with the Boy-Who-Lived and was destined to pine after him from that moment on. All in secret—until now. Until this moment.

Draco’s life was brilliant. His love for himself was so much purer than it had been in his school-age years and even in the year after the war. Now, he was bursting with love and ready to give some of it to someone else…and he was sure he knew who that someone else was, as he looked at Harry’s bouncy, wild black hair and lightning bolt scar making their way towards him across the ice. He was an angel. Draco laughed at the cheesy thought—but it was true. Harry smiled when he saw Draco laughing and the two finally reached each other, approximately two feet of ice still between them. Draco had walked onto the rink in his trainers, he’d been drawn in as if by some magnetic force surrounding the other man. When he met Harry’s eye, the former Gryffindor raised his eyebrows. “You are fucking high, right now, aren’t you?” he asked, amusement colouring his words.

Draco renewed his laughter, and Harry joined him, shaking his head in disbelief. “A Malfoy, really? In public, like this?” Harry’s tone was light and playful.

“Honestly, it’s done wonders for me—smoking pot I mean, not being in public,” Draco clarified, and Harry’s laughter rang in his ears again. It was one of the most amazing sounds Draco had ever heard.

“Same, same,” Harry said. “I mean, when the psychiatrists don’t give a shit about you and nothing seems to actually work against the anxiety except the cannabis, you do what’s right for you, you know?”

They’d barely been speaking for 60 seconds, and both Draco and Harry had revealed something quite personal about themselves and their mental states. Their miraculous ability to be open and raw with each other so immediately did not go unnoticed by either of them, and they both blushed.

“So…what are you up to?” Draco asked. He remembered his scheme, sure. But he had to lead up to it; it was only logical.

“Oh, just skating with Ron and Hermione. It’s a Christmas Eve tradition of ours.”

“That sounds lovely.”

Harry’s eyes widened, obviously shocked at hearing such a word come out of his mouth. He’d always used words such as “lovely” but never in his presence.

“Would you like to…join us?” Harry invited him, and the Snitches returned to Draco’s stomach in full force.

“I—would love that.” Draco nodded, accepting the invitation.

“You’ll need some skates…I’m sure Hermione can transfigure some for you.”

“That sounds perfect.”

Harry chuckled. “Come on.” He reached out his hand to Draco, who took it, his heart pounding in his chest.

Harry was about to lead him back towards Weasley and Granger when Draco said, “Harry?” Draco felt breathless. He was going to say it. And they were still holding hands.

“Yes? Er…Draco?”

He dove in. “I was watching you, laughing there with your friends in the snow, and—” Draco trailed off and took a deep breath, regaining the courage to complete his thought. “And you looked beautiful.” A thought occurred to him. “You still look beautiful, now, of course!” Feeling he was absolutely done for, Draco continued digging himself a bigger hole, “Not just now! I mean in general you do, too, I just meant…specifically just now you looked—”

Harry was biting his lip, trying unsuccessfully to suppress his laughter as Draco stumbled over his words and rambled away, confessing much more than he’d expected. This was not really the plan. Draco had to laugh at himself—grateful he was at a place in his life now that he didn’t have to die in embarrassment but could enjoy this little blunder. Not very Slytherin-like, he had to admit.

A loud pecking on glass startled Draco out of his memory. Harry jolted awake and ran to the window. An owl waited, attempting to hold itself upright, a brown box wrapped with a brown string tied in a bow in its beak.

The window shot open as Harry reached towards it and the owl flew in to drop the parcel into Harry’s waiting hands.

“Thanks,” Harry whispered to the owl and pet the soft feathers on its head. The owl cooed and nibbled at his finger affectionately.

Draco felt his heart flutter at the kindness Harry showed the creature. He’d always been especially fond of owls.

When the bird took off, Harry shut the window with a wave of his hand and turned back towards the bed.

“Ah!” Harry startled to see Draco awake and looking at him.  He fumbled the package, but caught it just in time.

Draco made an undignified squeak in response, just as shocked at Harry’s reaction to him. At hearing Draco’s squawk, Harry burst out laughing.

“I’m—I’m sorry,” he said, gasping for air. Draco’s eyes narrowed and Harry caught his breath.

“I am! I just… didn’t know you’d be there. Like, awake already, I mean,” Harry said with another burst of laughter.

“Cut it out, Potter, it’s not that funny.” Draco’s cheeks began to flush.

“Sorry,Malfoy, but it is! That squawk…” Harry placed the package on the fluffy white chair next to the window and wiped a tear from his eye. “Classic. Just classic. Like one of your mum’s white peacocks startled out of its wits—”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Draco huffed. “Oh, for Mer—Merlin knows why I love you. Now get over here with that package. What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. From your mum.”

Draco raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not serious?”

“I’m not. I’m his Godson.”

Draco groaned and rolled his eyes. He’d walked right into that one and couldn’t fault Harry for taking the opportunity. Draco regained his composure.

“Open it,” Harry said, his excitement radiating out of every part of him.

“You know what this is!”

“I most definitely do. Come on, hurry up!” He placed his hands on Draco’s knees, holding him as Draco lifted his index finger and made a sharp movement upwards in the air. The brown string snapped and Draco reached forward to undo the spellotape on the edges. He could feel Harry’s excitement through the bond. “Stop touching me, you’re going to spoil the surprise!”

“Sorry!” Harry pouted, moving his hands away and stepping about a foot backwards, hoping to not inadvertently send any images telepathically to Draco about what was in the box.

Finally, Draco was able to lift the lid.  Inside, he found a weathered grey and white speckled plant pot. It had a sleek, tapered silhouette and engraved on  one side were the words “La Belle.” As he read the words in his mind, his lips subconsciously mouthed them and he felt his breath catch in his throat.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry’s hand was back on his knee in an instant. The thought rushed through the bond and echoed in Draco’s mind. You haven’t even read the note inside yet. Draco was too preoccupied by the meaning of the words on the outside of the pot to be able to consider the note Harry was thinking about.

“N-nothing is wrong,” Draco got out. “It’s just…Oh, Harry…” Teardrops fell from his eyes, and Harry squeezed his knee. “These words…it’s French for ‘The Beautiful,’ but she wrote La, not—” Draco’s voice cracked, and he couldn’t finish his thought.

Harry did for him. “That’s… the feminine spelling? Isn’t it?” Draco nodded, still incapable of speech.

Harry wrapped his arms around his lover. “She loves you. She loves all of you, sweetheart.”

Draco took a couple deep breaths and swallowed hard. “She does. And this is the perfect way she could have told me that…”

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~ My contribution to the December Drarry Drabble Challenge!~

Prompt: Tradition.

Tags/Warnings: Post-War, First Christmas Post-War, Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Sweet Banter

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For as long as Draco could remember, his mother had encouraged him to develop an intimate and spiritual connection with the Earth. It was to be Draco and Harry’s first Christmas since the Battle of Hogwarts, and they were tending their individual Christmas Rose seedlings in the gardens of Grimmauld Place.

“Like this?” Harry asked, tentatively placing some soil around the seedlings, using a hand shovel that was so new, it brightly reflected the light of the candles they had conjured.

Draco grinned at the perfect image of his lover and the earth. As one. “Exactly,” he said. He used his own new hand shovel to delicately press the soil around their Christmas Roses.

When he was finished, Draco picked some soil up from the garden bed and relished in the feeling as he rubbed the dirt across his fingertips. Dry and damp at the same time, returning to the Earth while at the same time releasing his favorite scent—petrichor.

He took a deep breath and then exhaled with a contented sigh.

“It will take a few years before they fully bloom,” Draco explained.

“You mentioned,” Harry said. He paused. “They’re beautiful now.”

Draco nodded.

“As are you.”

Draco felt his cheeks burn. He’d never been good at hiding his embarrassment. His skin was just so pale and his blushes an intense beet red. His heart was pounding in his chest and he felt lightheaded—still amazed to be standing here with Harry at all. In Grimmauld Place of all places, celebrating their first Christmas after the War but more importantly…their first Christmas together as lovers and no longer enemies.

They felt it was important to commemorate such an important chapter beginning in their lives, and Draco, having had such fond memories of his mother’s Christmas Rose tradition, suggested it to Harry, who had loved the idea.

“So…how does this work?” Harry asked.

“We’ll touch the soil with one hand…” Draco put his right hand in the garden bed next to Harry’s left and their pinkies touched.

“And now…make a wish.”

“What sort of wish?”

“Anything.”

“Does it have to be Christmas-related?”

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Just make a wish.”

Harry smiled. “Yes, Draco.”

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“Harry! We’re here.”

Harry noticed Draco was standing in front of a shop. A tea shop. The sign read “Madam Puddifoot’s,” though it didn’t look like the same pink monstrosity Harry remembered.

“You’re…joking.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up. “I most certainly am not.”

“You know I have bad memories here…”

“And?”

“And…well…it kinda messes up the vibe of the date, doesn’t it?”

Draco shook his head. “Stubborn Gryffindor. Look!” Draco pointed to the lovely brown-wood exterior and a shiny metal sign that jutted off the side of the wall, depicting a witch stirring a cauldron. There was magical blue steam bubbling in the cauldron and floating in whisps to form the words “Best Witches’ Brew!”

“Does this look like the same place you went to with Cho Chang in Fifth Year?” Draco asked, patiently.

“No,” Harry grumbled.

“No. So do you think perhaps the inside has changed as well?”

“It’s a…possibility.”

“Please, Harry.” Draco turned to him. “You know me. I know you. Do you really think I’d purposely plan a date that you would hate?”

“Yes,” Harry answered truthfully.

Draco’s eyes widened in shock and then, noticing Harry’s grin, he had to smile as well, shaking his head. “You, prat.” He leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips.

Draco felt Harry’s magic swirl around them as snow began to gently fall. “You always do that.”

“It’s romantic!” Harry retorted.

“It’s cheesy as hell is what it is.”

“You love it.”

“I’d never confess it.”

“You already have.”

“No witnesses. Can’t prove it.”

“Just kiss me again, loser…”

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“Potter! Where are you?!”

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “Dragana, you know very well I am in the en suite bathroom getting ready for our Christmas party.” He continued checking himself out in the mirror, ensuring his hair was still in place from the new potion he was trying out.

Click-clack, click-clack came Dragana’s heels as she strode across the bedroom and into the bathroom as Harry turned to look at her.

She was radiant in her long royal blue sweetheart gown. The strapless bodice sparkled with crystals in an intricate and stunning beaded design, transitioning into a full tulle skirt, beads trickling down it.

“Turn around,” Harry asked, but it didn’t sound like a question.

Dragana huffed and put her hands—which were covered in arm-length silver gloves—on her hips.

“Are you ready yet?”

“I’m nearly ready, yes, my love. Please. Will you turn for me?” Harry bit his lip and spoke in his sweetest voice.

Dragana’s face flushed but she dropped her arms and spread them in front of her as she did a slow twirl. Harry’s mouth dropped in awe as his eyes caught sight of the blue ribbons lacing up the back of the bodice.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” Harry said when Dragana had completed her twirl, arms still outstretched.

Dragana’s face, which had been a light pink, turned scarlet.  “Thank you,” she mumbled, and stepped forward, welcoming Harry into her arms.

“You’re nervous,” Harry said. This wasn’t a question—he felt it in the way her heart pounded in her chest against his.

“I’m fucking terrified that’s what I am,” Dragana admitted.

“Everyone who is coming already knows Dragana’s coming. They’re expecting you.”

“I know. I know. And I want to show them how amazing I am, I’m just…not sure…if I’ll be successful.”

Harry shook his head.  “Sweetheart, we have already succeeded. Come.” They released each other. “Let’s go down together.” He held out a hand for Dragana who took it, steadying herself. She then interlaced her fingers with Harry’s. The silk gloves between his fingers whispered dirty promises and Harry shivered. “I’m so happy. Tonight is going to be momentous!” Harry exclaimed as they turned to make their way down the hall, down the stairs, and to the main floor.

Dragana raised an eyebrow.

“S-i-r-i-u-s—ly,” Harry said. “Molly still cannot believe that I have stolen Christmas from her, but she has no idea how magnificent and magical the first Potter-Malfoy Christmas party is going to be.”

Dragana giggled. “Especially with the Christmas crackers I’ve chosen for everyone…”

Harry mock-scoffed, “Excuse me? You really think you have a chance against me?”

Dragana renewed her laughter. “Ha! Yes, I really do, sweetheart. In fact— I bet you.”

Harry stopped abruptly causing the two of them to lose balance and Dragana to trip on her tulle skirt.

“Potter! ” Dragana snarled. She scooped the skirt up with a flourish and inspected it for harm. Seeing nothing, she huffed and let it fall. The tulle floated back down to the floor and Dragana punched Harry in the arm.

“Ouch!”

“Do you know how much I love this dress?”

“I’m sorry, I was just taken aback is all. What did you say?” Harry had definitely forgotten by now.

Dragana sighed and placed her hands on her hips and Harry’s cock twitched.

“I was saying: I’m willing to bet you that our friends and loved ones are going to go absolutely rogue Bludger when they receive my Christmas crackers. Whatever you have got, no matter how hard you may have tried, will ever live up to what I’ve got in store.”

Harry bit his lip, flushing. “I wouldn’t count your Snitches, my little prince…” His voice was soft and Dragana had to lean in to hear him properly.

When she’d caught the words, raised her eyebrows, “I’m quite confident, sweetheart. And I do bet you. I bet you…one wish.”

“A…wish?”

“You heard me. Whoever ends up having the most beloved Christmas crackers not only gets free reign for every future Malfoy-Potter Christmas Party—”

“Mm-hmm?”

“—but is also entitled to one wish to be granted by the LOSER,” Malfoy’s lips rounded saucily around the letters of the word “loser” and Harry’s cock twitched again—he imagined her lips in a round “Ohhhhhhh!” around it.

“Are you even listening to me?” Dragana was snapping her fingers to get Harry’s attention.

“Of course, I am,” Harry consoled her. “One wish. Okay! I’m with you there. The loser has to grant one wish for the person who’s Christmas cracker is the most marvelous, the most magnificent, most magical—”

“Potter, for fuck’s sake, we both get the picture. Now shake on it.”

“Not this time,” Harry said. “Kiss!”

Dragana rolled her eyes, but placed her hands on Harry’s cheeks, leaning in to give him a deep, sloppy, contract-binding smooch.

Rating: E

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Harry whispered in Dray’s mind: You’re so good, my sweet princess.  

He noticed how Dray nearly opened her eyes in astonishment at the unexpected presence of Harry in her mind, but quickly regained composure.

“Yes, you are such an obedient princess, aren’t you? You may respond.”

“Yes, sir. I want to be good for you.”

“And that pleases me. Now. Please open your eyes.” Dray did. “As gorgeous as you are, my love, I think it’s about time we take this off. I want you to strip—slowly. Now.” Harry said as Dray’s hands flew to the cape at her chest.

Dray’s hands slowly unbuttoned the faux fur. Harry couldn’t stand waiting. “Stop,” he demanded, and Dray did, slightly startled. “Too slow. Hands at your sides.”

Dray complied, her eyes glazed, obviously sunken into subspace already. 

“Permission to speak, sir?”

Harry grinned. “Permission granted.”

“Please don’t rip anything off of me today…this dress—”

“That’s enough,” Harry cut her off. “You’ve made your request. And your request will be granted. If—” Harry quirked an eyebrow, “you remain a good girl. Now, you can do that, can’t you?”

Dray’s eyes lit up and she smiled nodded vigorously and straightened up, as if to better show Harry how good she could be.

Harry stroked the soft white fur around Dray’s chest with the back of his fingers. It tickled his skin and Harry sighed at the feeling, slipping his fingers to the hidden buttons at the back and undoing them, one by one.

Dray whimpered as Harry slid the fur down her skin, letting it hit the floor with a softswoosh. This revealed the scarlet red dress, hugging Dray’s hips, which Harry’s hands immediately enveloped. He gently caressed her sides, her back, her now bare arms, and relished every second their skin was in contact…

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Trans/Gender Fluid Draco (Dray, she/her pronouns in this scene)

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“I have a gift for you.” Dray withdrew a particularly gorgeous gift and gave it to Harry.

“Dray, you know it’s not Christmas yet,” Harry playfully chastised, but he was more than excited about getting a Christmas gift earlier—especially if it was related to them going to the bedroom.

“Well,” Dray licked her bottom lip in a way that made Harry’s cock stir again. “It’s actually a gift for both of us.”

“Is it?” Harry quirked an eyebrow, his interest thoroughly peaked. “Well, then…I suppose I could make an exception. Just this once,” he said with a wink. He carefully untied the golden ribbon and delicately tore off the individual pieces of Spellotape, letting the paper slowly separate from the box.

Dray could barely contain her excitement as Harry opened the box tantalizingly slowly.

“Come on! Just tear it open!” She placed her hand on his arm and pushed him playfully.

“Patience, young Prince, or I might have to tear you open.” Harry threatened.

Dray’s voice whispered in his head: “That’s the idea…”

Upon hearing those words, Harry changed his tactic and ripped the paper off, relishing in the satisfying tearing sound. Inside he found a plain, black box with a lid, which Harry gingerly removed.

Harry would never have guessed what would be found in the confines of such a nondescript box. Inside, resting upon some gold and silver tissue paper, Harry’s eyes landed on a sexy silicone double-ended dildo…

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Harry had just finished decorating the cookies for the annual Potter-Malfoy Christmas Party. He admired the stockings and gingerbread men, perfectly frosted with red, green, and white icing…

Harry had to admit, he was getting good at this. Harry conjured some candles and summoned the treacle tart, berry and pumpkin pies from the kitchens and skillfully set the table. The tablescape wouldn’t be up to Draco’s standards, he knew that. But he knew, just like his cookie decorating skills, he was getting a lot better at decorations and table settings.

He felt arms wrap around his middle from behind and sighed contentedly as lips pressed against his cheek. “It’s Dray, today,” the wix whispered in his ear and Harry nodded, his eyes closed in order to better heighten his other senses as he turned to kiss his lover. He teased himself in his imagination, wondering what Dray might look like today— it was the Christmas Party, after all, and he knew Dray loved fancy silk things.

Harry hummed softly, savoring the kiss for a moment longer before pulling away, eyes still closed.

“They?”

“She. And any honorifics you should choose.”

Intrigued, Harry opened his eyes and finally caught sight of Dray. His eyes bulged and he didn’t even attempt to stop the huge grin now spreading across his face.  “Like ‘My Absolutely Gorgeous Prince’ who looks fucking radiant in that gown?”

Dray chuckled and stepped back to give a twirl. The scarlet Christmas gown fell straight to the floor and was covered by a brilliant long-sleeved, floor length cloak which trailed a couple of feet behind her in a sweep train which reminded Harry of Dray’s wedding dress. This gown, however, was much more festive: a crimson velvet cloak trimmed in white faux fur.  The soft fur trim ran down both edges of the cape to meet in the center of Dray’s chest before separating again to reveal the scarlet gown hugging her hips.

“I—I can’t even, Draco. Dray,” Harry corrected himself and Dray grinned brightly. She looked more delectable than Harry’s cookies.

“You are so beautiful,” Harry complimented her. “Too bad it’s gonna have to come off…”

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/27827017/chapters/68885568

~ Trans/gender fluid Draco: Uses “Dray” and they/them pronouns in this scene ~

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“Are you ready?” Harry asked the glorious wix in front of him. Dray was wearing a beautiful royal blue chiffon dress with a floral-patterned lace panel that covered the dress from collarbone to the very bottom, where the dress pressed tightly to their legs, like a pencil skirt. Around their waist and at the small of their back, the wix had tied the magnificent ribbon of an overlay chiffon skirt which flowed post their ankles and opened in a wide slit over their right hip. On their feet they had glittering, delicate silver heels which came to a triangular point at the toes. The same silvery glitter was found on their stunning earrings—a dangling chain of three increasingly larger hoops that sparkled when they moved.

Dray held Harry’s chin with their long, pale fingers, gently tilting his face towards them until emerald eyes met silver as they whispered, “Of course, I’m ready. When I’m with you—always…”

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Dragana? <3 

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“Are you sure this is safe?!” Dragana held Harry tightly around the middle, face buried between his shoulder blades. The two wixen had just lifted off from Grimmauld Place for a romantic midnight ride on Harry’s Firebolt, and Dragana was not convinced that this was the smartest idea her reckless Gryffindor had ever had. Granted, Harry’d had way worse.

But those past decisions weren’t what terrified Dragana, 20 meters in the air, unable to shake the horrible image of falling to the cold, hard ground. Yes, there was a fresh cushion of snow, and yes, she trusted Harry, but two grown people on a broomstick? It was not an easy feat.

“Oy, Dragana, loosen up, will you? Ow!”  He patted at her white-knuckled hands clasped around his waist.

“Sorry, love.” Dragana loosened her grip and took a few deep breaths.

“Let me cast the balancing and stasis charms—” Harry did so with a flip of the wrist.

“There. It should feel a lot more secure now. Dray—Dragana?”

“I’m fine, Potter, stop worrying.”

“Having fun yet, Malfoy?” Harry teased.

“Sod off,” Dragana muttered, but she wasn’t irritated in the slightest. Now that she was certain of the Firebolt’s security under Harry’s charms, she pulled her hair loose from her ponytail, her long silver-blonde hair rushing past her shoulders and landing in delicate curls. “Nearly ready.”

“Mm-hmm,” Harry hummed, “Take your time, sweetheart.”

After just another moment, Dragana kissed Harry on the neck, pleasantly surprised at how warm the man’s skin was under his jacket collar.

Harry’s left hand was casually extended forward, gripping the exquisite broom handle. The veins in his arm were accentuated by the firelight coming from the lantern they had magically affixed about a foot from the handle’s edge. Harry’s right arm reached around and gently squeezed Dragana’s thigh. Dragana felt her heart begin to hammer in her chest. This had been such a magnificent idea, except…

“Harry, this midnight ride is one of the most romantic ideas you’ve had in awhile—”

“Codswallop, Malfoy,” Harry playfully sniped, “I have romantic ideas every day and you know it.”

“You’re right,” Dragana backpedaled, “I just meant, this is particularly splendid—you really outdid yourself this time, spoiling me. I don’t deserve this.” She tapped Harry on the shoulder so he would turn to face her. When he had, Dragana batted her eyelashes at him, and Harry couldn’t help but laugh.

“Mm-hmm, go on. I’m listening.” Harry turned back to watch where they were flying.

“But you see…it is Rosh Chodesh, the New Moon, and…it is quite dark, wouldn’t you say?”

“Dragana, I am appalled,” Harry deadpanned. “There’s a lantern right here in front of us.”

“I see it, Harry, I’m not blind, you kn—”

“And that upgraded laser charm on my eyes from last time we were at St. Mungo’s has been doing absolute wonders for my nighttime flying. You had no idea we were going the wrong way for the first two minutes of our journey before I deftly maneuvered us back on track.”

“Oh, for the love of Merlin, please, shut up, I can’t take it anymore,” Dragana begged.

Harry chuckled, but changed the subject. “It’s Rosh Chodesh, you say? Have you set your intentions for the New Moon?”

“Of course, Potter, you know I prepare days in advance.”

Potter snorted. “I know, Dray.”

“And what about you? Any seeds you’re hoping to plant this month?”

Harry pondered this. “I want to be open to anything and everything,” he stated finally. “I feel as if…the world is our oyster now. You know what I mean?”

“I know exactly what you mean,” Dragana said. They enjoyed a moment of stillness of Midnight, connecting with the Elements around them, and released their New Moon intentions into the darkness.

When he sensed they were both finished, Harry asked,“Do you have the radio?”

“Oh, yes! Of course— I’ll get it.” Dragana reached into her pocket for the Expandable Bag, and pulled out the gayest radio. To be more specific, this gay radio was queer as fuck. It was rainbow (black, brown, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple) on one side and trans pride on the other (blue, pink, white, pink, blue).

As Dragana started turning the dial, trying to find some music, a thought occurred to her.

“You alright, baby?” Harry must have noticed Dragana’s change in demeanor as the thought floated in her mind. “Something wrong?” Harry stroked Dragana’s thigh.

“No, nothing. I was just thinking…we don’t have a song.”

“Oh, I see,” Harry said, his tone serious. “That…might be true.”

“Might be? Harry, we definitely don’t have a song. I would remember…”

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(Image Description: Prompt 13 of 25 Days of Draco and Harry: Close up of frozen ice and snowflake crystals.)

(Image: The Adventmarkt am Karlsplatz in Vienna, Austria. The church stands magnificently in the background, in the foreground there is a hay pen and fairy lights strung across the market–for a more detailed description of the church continue reading the story!)

Drarry Christmas Fluff!
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Excerpt:

“And now, Harry, dear…” Draco kissed Harry on the cheek. “I have another surprise for you.” They were walking up towards Karlskirche , or “Charles’ Church” as Draco had translated for Harry. It was one of the most astounding baroque churches in Vienna, dedicated to Saint Charles Borromero, according to Harry’s stunningly gorgeous tour guide. Draco had taken him on a tour of the outside of the church after they’d done some Christmas shopping at the Standerln.  

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“You know, this church is considered architect J.B. Fischer’s greatest work,” Draco had explained, “And it’s not too difficult to comprehend why. As you can see—” Draco looked up at the building in awe as he held both arms open, presenting the church to Harry, who bit his lip attempting not to laugh at his lover who was taking his tour very seriously. 

“Now, Harry, are you paying attention? Look.  Do you see the façade in the center, which leads to the porch?” 

Harry nodded. 

“It mimics Greek temple porticos.”

“Ah…” Harry had remembered those from their trip to Greece, summer of last year. Ever since the beginning of their relationship, Draco had whisked Harry to different holiday destinations—evidently for the sole purpose of admiring the architecture. Draco could be such an insufferable architecture snob when he wanted to be, and Harry loved him dearly for it.

“And those neighboring columns—” Draco pointed out the columns on either side of the portico. “Their sculptures display scenes from the life of Charles Borromeo in a spiral relief. Charles, as in, Karl , the patron saint this church was built to commemorate who was revered as a healer for plague sufferers.”

“Oh, wow.” Harry had been standing a good two meters from the left column and he bent back to admire the magnificent piece of architecture from the bottom up. 

“Mmm, yes, I see the sculptures you were talking about. It’s beautiful.”

Draco nodded. “However, the columns were not crafted by J.B. Fischer himself.”

“Oh, no?” Harry couldn’t believe that after two years, Draco had finally got him hooked on this stuff too. 

“Nope. That was Lorenzo Mattielli, who was inspired by Trajan’s column in Rome.”

Harry’s eyes widened, as it finally dawned on him. “You’ve been planning this. Ever since we got together. It’s true!  Don’t even try to hide it anymore!”

Draco laughed, caught red-handed.

“First, we went to Rome on our first holiday together, then we went to Greece that summer…”

Draco nodded, the grin breaking out across his face. “And you know why, don’t you?”

“I would have never understood the epicness of this magnificent piece of architecture if you hadn’t have taken me to those places first.” 

Harry finally returned Draco’s grin and he felt tears form behind his eyes.

“This is the most well-thought out and meaningful gift anyone could have ever given me, Draco. Thank you so much.”

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actorpotter:

Summary:Draco prepares a romantic bubble bath for Valentine’s Day…

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Draco uncorked the bottle, relishing the little ~pop~ that echoed off the walls of the bathroom. It was still smoking slightly, as he had only just finished brewing it a few moments ago. He reached his arm over the tub and poured a generous amount into the rushing water. The liquid potion immediately transformed into thousands upon thousands of bubbles. 

With a satisfied smile, Draco turned to light the red candle he’d infused with a few drops of his most powerful Amortentia potion.  He struck the muggle match, his hair standing on end at the sizzling sound, and brought flame to wick. The smell of treacle tart, the wood of a broom handle, and vanilla filled his nostrils. After extinguishing the match, he sank into the steaming tub and disappeared under the bubbles.

He let out an elongated sigh, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the feeling of the hot water prickling against his skin. The bubbles enveloped and caressed him, their soft kisses encouraging him to sink deeper into the water.

“You haven’t started without me, have you?” 

The voice came from the doorway, and Draco opened one eye to peek at Harry. His lover was stripped bare, the candle casting shadows on his beautifully toned body—Harry joining a Quidditch Club had been an excellent idea, in Draco’s opinion.

“Come in,” Draco murmured, spreading his legs. 

Harry settled into the tub, leaning against Draco who eagerly wrapped his arms around him. 

“Why does the entire room smell like you?”

Draco snorted. “The Amortentia candle,” he explained.

Harry chuckled. “Well, that explains it. Happy Valentine’s Day.” Harry tilted his head back, and Draco tenderly pressed his lips to Harry’s. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day.“ 

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~ My contribution to the February 2021 Drarry Drabble Challenge!~

Prompt: Bubbles
Word Count: 283

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actorpotter:

Summary: It’s 8th year and let’s be real…. nothing has changed. Harry is still obsessed with Draco Malfoy.

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Harry watches as Draco stands and makes a beeline for the castle. Something green catches Harry’s eye as it falls from Draco’s person, unseen by the man walking away, his feet crunching against fresh-fallen snow with each step.

Harry steps out from behind a tree to investigate: a Slytherin scarf.

The Eighth Years were given Hogwarts-themed uniforms, and Harry knows how hard it is for him to be attending Hogwarts not wearing his Gryffindor scarlet and gold. He should call out to Draco—but when he opens his mouth, no words escape.

Instead, he picks up the scarf, allowing the fibres to caress his hands.

I’ll just borrow it, Harry thinks, wrapping the scarf around his own neck.

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~ My contribution to the January 2021 Drarry Drabble Challenge!~

Prompt: Borrowed
Word Count: 117

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