Who worries about what they will look like when they are older?
- Draco. He’s forever going on about how he’ll die the day a stripe of grey dulls his pristine blond head and has a diet fully planned to avoid that horrifying dad belly he dreads. Harry says he thinks he’ll look beautiful, no matter what but Draco doesn’t believe it.
Who hogs the blanket?
- It really depends on the night. Harry tosses and turns all night (old habits die hard) and it’s usually an accident when he hogs the blanket. Draco gets very cold very quickly and doesn’t really care if Harry gets much blanket at all.
Who eats the other’s uneaten pizza crusts?
- Harry’s one of those people who can eat basically anything and gain no weight so it’s no surprise that he snacks on anything and everything he can find.
Who is more likely to cry over a sad book or movie?
- Harry. He’s not so good at hiding his feelings and he’s really not embarrassed to shed a tear over a good storyline. Besides, Draco never cries (Titanic is an acception).
Who talks smack while playing video games?
- Draco gets the filthiest mouth imagineable when playing video games. Sometimes, Harry even has to warm him about his language.
Who sings along with the radio?
- Both of them. Draco can sing… Harry cannot.
Who would enter them both into a talent show?
- Possibly Harry whilst drunk but Draco would never comply.
Who would accidentally set the kitchen on fire while cooking?
- It’s common knowledge that Harry’s a star chef when it comes to Wizards so this one really goes without saying. Whether Draco’d do it by accident or out of sheer annoyance is a different story.
Who would throw the other into a pool?
- Harry would throw a (frantically refusing) Draco into a pool and then jump in, himself.
Who shops for groceries?
- Harry. Draco only shops for important things (clothes, cologne, hair gel, etc).
Who kills the spiders?
- Harry, again. Of course, Draco isn’t afraid of them, oh no. He’d just rather stand 10 feet away, on a table, when one’s spotted.
Who is the morning/night person?
- Draco thinks it is most absurd that Harry chooses to wake up early and prance about the house. He’d much rather spend his early hours sleeping, thank you very much. Harry gets (mildly) frustrated when Draco ends up falling asleep with their bedroom lamp on, a book strewn across his chest.
Who proposes?
- Harry does. He plans it all out, romantic setting, mood lighting, expensive ring and when the moment comes Draco isn’t really surprised. Harry says that because heproposed, it should be his name that’s taken. Draco Malfoy become a Potter? Pfft, he doesn’t think so. (He becomes a Potter.)
- Every year, Hogwarts hosts a Speech Competition which is open to all students wishing to gain extra credit. A speech can be on any topic, as long as it fits the school’s curriculum, and it must be 3-5 minutes long.
- Each time the challenge comes around, Harry tells himself he’s going to enter- he has a whole speech planned out and everything! But he never does. He knows there’s no point because he’d never place.
- Hermione performs, of course, and her speeches are always flawlessly constructed and written with a great sense of intelligence… but there’s someone who constantly beats her.
- Draco Malfoy waltzes onto the stage, presents his speech with perfected ease and claims first prize. Every. Single. Year.
- Harry tries to criticise Draco’s work when Hermione’s dishevelled and upset about being beaten, yet again, but he just can’t. The way Draco speaks draws the audience in immediately, to a point where one can’t physically stop listening. His voice is like a soft symphony and his content’s intriguing beyond compare.
- Unsurprisingly, Draco is disgusting cocky about all this and flaunts his winning certificate in the face of anyone who walks by him. Harry happens to be one of those unlucky people, one day.
- “Hey Potter! Look what I won,” he shoves the golden, gleaming paper directly in Harry’s line of sight, “aren’t you just so jealous? Granger must be… pity she’s just not quite good enough.”
- “Yeah, yeah, great job, Malfoy,” Harry grunts, pushing past him roughly, “if you weren’t such a prat I might consider actually caring.”
- Harry never stops mocking Draco about his strange affinity for public speaking. Some years later, when they’re gathered in a beautiful hall at their wedding reception, Draco whispers a quiet “I love you,” into his husband’s ear.
Characters’ favourite positions with their partners:
Harry & Draco:
Of course Harry and Draco do it a lot, in multiple positions, in any place they can, but Draco enjoys it the most when he’s riding Harry, because he feels like he’s the one who has the power, but also because Harry’s the deepest inside him like this, and it can reach…everywhere. He’s clawing on Harry’s chest, making marks on his skin, showing him and the rest of the world that Harry is his. Harry thrusts up into him deeply and Draco would throw his head back, gasping for air, feeling more full than ever. He’s extra pleased if Harry pulls him down roughly by his hair for a kiss. He rolls his hips and becomes in sync with Harry’s thrust, moaning louder. Harry’s low groans only make Draco more excited somehow. His thighs are strained trying to hold himself up, and it’s like Harry notices it as he sits up abruptly and pulls Draco close to him. He runs his hand into Harry’s hair and tugs, searching for Harry’s lips as they kiss again, bodies flushed together and Harry fucks up into him just the way he knows Draco loves. He knows Harry’s body as much as Harry knows his, and he always ends up wanting more.
Draco’s favourite sentence: “Harry, let me come!”
Harry is very versatile in positions, he can fuck Draco from behind, sideways, missionary, literally anything, but he adores it when Draco’s underneath him, his arms and legs wrapping tightly around Harry’s middle. Draco’s moaning, and his voice is like a beautiful song to Harry’s ear. He kisses Draco all over, the scars on his chest, his neck, and when he pulls back, Draco lets out the most vulnerable whimper, like he doesn’t want to let go. But Harry lifts Draco’s lower body off the bed, thrusting into him. At this angle, it reaches Draco’s special spot deeper, and Draco thrashes his hands clinging to the bedsheets. He calls out Harry’s name, reaching for him and Harry smiles almost smugly as he grabs Draco’s hands and keeps thrusting in. Then he can pull Draco up against him. Draco whines loudly when Harry stops thrusting up, so he’s moving his own hips, trying to fuck himself on Harry and kiss him until he begins fucking Draco again. When he comes, he wounds his arms around Draco’s back and kisses Draco back.
Harry’s favourite sentence: “You drive me crazy, Draco.”
Blaise & Ron:
Ron, as handsome as Blaise is, actually likes to be face down on the mattress, or any surface. He’s on all fours, his elbows and knees are getting sore, but he loves the weight Blaise has above him. He’s flushed behind Ron, kissing his back and nape, thrusting inside him. Ron would whimper when Blaise wraps his hand around his neck and tightens. He’s out of breath, but the adrenaline in his body rises and he’s brought closer to climax. Tears trailing from his eyes and dampening the surface beneath his face, he is even drooling a bit while moaning lewdly because Blaise is too thick and long and buried deep inside him. When Blaise spanks him, Ron cries out and reaches climax with a loud noise from his throat.
Ron’s favourite sentence: “Please.”
You’d think Blaise loves Ron’s favourite position as well, but he actually loves Ron when he’s facing him. Ron’s very vocal, even more in bed, and Blaise loves drawing sounds from Ron, wondering if his next sound will be louder than the last. Ron is needier in bed, begging and whining, and Blaise loves it. His fingers are gripping on Ron’s hips so hard it could bruise, and he does it anyway, as Ron has stated many times that he loves seeing the marks Blaise makes on his body. Blaise kisses the scar on Ron’s arm & the freckles on his body, knowing Ron would squirm and moan even more. He adores every reaction Ron makes, and his face is most disheveled during this time, sometimes he cries, only from pleasure, especially when Blaise chokes him with his hand around his neck, or when he slips his fingers into Ron’s open mouth, and Ron moans loudly around his fingers and sucks on it. Ron’s never allowed to touch himself, but Blaise wonders if Ron ever does it on purpose just to get Blaise to spank him, because he always has a little smile after being smacked for being naughty. Ron’s eyes look so blue and teary when Blaise’s deep inside him, Blaise couldn’t help but fucks him rougher, until the only word Ron can utter is “please”.
Blaise’s favourite sentence: “What a needy boy you are.”
Neville & Theodore:
Theo has been with enough men, he experiences all types of kinks, but when he meets and falls for Neville, he just truly realises that he loves it simple more, or maybe he just loves Neville so much. Normally he wouldn’t even care about the other guy, any position doesn’t matter, but when he’s with Neville, Neville makes him feel like he matters, and he’s loved. So Theo likes it face to face, when Neville’s deep inside him and kissing his throat, burying his face into his neck. He prefers looking at Neville’s face at this time, it’s the only time Neville loses his ‘good boy’ look and becomes a beast, sort of, because he’s ramming into him yet still murmuring sweet compliments into his ears. Neville is always so caring and attentive, making sure Theo reach his climax first, making sure Theo knows Neville loves him, and he kisses Theo almost hungrily during this time. And it melts Theo’s heart always.
Theo’s favourite sentence: “Hold me, Nev.”
Neville can’t help but admit he’s a vanilla sort of person, he enjoys missionary with Theo as well. At first, he’s scared of that because Theo has been with many men before, he knows more about stuff in bed than Neville, but once Theo has reassured Neville, he’s more confident in himself, especially when Theo’s underneath him, unable to be coherent anymore and just babbling Neville’s name. He loves it when Theo calls his name repeatedly, asks him to hold him, to touch him. Neville loves it when he trails his hands down Theo’s body and his lover shivers under his touch. He wants to be soft to Theo, but every time Theo makes a sinful sound, Neville just thrusts in harder, and it pulls an even louder noise from Theo. He would whisper things in Theo’s ear, moving his hips harder when Theo moans from his words. He trails kisses down his chest, wanting to paint his lover’s body with his presence. And Neville loves it even more when he knows he’s the only one that can draw a true reaction from Theo like that.
Neville’s favourite sentence: “I love seeing you like this, Theo.”
James & Regulus:
Regulus, as much as people think he’s the bold one in bed, actually gets a bit shy whenever he does it with James, that’s why he prefers when he’s facing away from James. He’s burying his moans into the pillow or the bedsheets, or muffling his sounds in his own arms, hiding the blush on his cheeks whenever James thrusts in the right spot inside him and showering him with sweet words. James is behind him, his hands would roam all over his body, caressing every part of his skin, and Regulus feels like he’s coming really soon just from that. James thrusts into him deeply, until Regulus lets out a loud filthy moan and a gasp when James wraps his arms from under Regulus’s chest and pulls him up against him. It’s even deeper like this, and Regulus loves it when James grabs his face so they can kiss. He has nowhere to hide his moans anymore, so it’s muffled between their kisses, and James swallows it up wholly. James loves kissing, and Regulus thinks he loves it as well.
Regulus’s favourite sentence: “Slow down, James.”
If there’s anything that makes James happier than making Regulus smile, it’s probably making Regulus come. James loves the noises Reggie makes, it’s always so lewd even when Regulus tries to hide it. The expression on his face is even more precious, that’s why James loves it when he’s looking at Regulus. Reggie, as no one knows, and no one should know, is actually flexible in bed, and James loves it when Regulus legs are draped over his shoulders as James thrusts into him. James looks at him, and realises he’s the luckiest man every time. Regulus’s lips are parted, his eyes are dazed with pleasure, and he bites his lips to hold back his moans. This is when James dives down to kiss him, because he wants to hear those beautiful sounds, and Regulus just looks so erotic like that. He slips his hands down Regulus’s jaw, slipping them into his hair, grazing his fingers over his nape, and kissing Regulus deeper knowing he’d draw out a moan from that. He thrusts harder when it happens. And it always happens.
James’s favourite sentence: “Let me hear those lewd sounds you make, Reggie.”
Author:Albuss Prompt:#88 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating:Teen Word Count:4851
Summary:
Draco has two weeks before Harry moves in; two weeks to transform his 20’ by 20’ terrace of brittle grass into a proper gardener’s haven. There’s no real reason for him to think he can get it done, but he’s never been one to underestimate the force of sheer willpower and a man in love.
Author:toutcequonveut|@cequonveut Prompt:#13 Pairing:Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: General Audiences Wordcount: 6564 Warnings:None Summary:
Draco has a problem. A child-sized problem. An unsupervised child-sized problem. He decides to start asking around for babysitters, but he can’t have just anyone looking after the Malfoy scion!
Imagine his surprise when Harry Potter shows up on his doorstep for the job! But maybe, just maybe, the man is the Potter-sized solution Draco needs in his life.
Harry’s been very secretive about where he’s taking Draco for their first anniversary, even against Draco’s more interesting methods of persuasion. Draco has no idea what to expect. Nothing could have prepared him for what Harry’s got planned.
Or, Harry Potter is the world’s sweetest boyfriend, and Draco is overwhelmed.
Author:jalesidor|@jalesidor Prompt:#37 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating:General Word count: 6649 Warnings:None Summary:
Harry enjoys his evening walks by the Thames. Nothing to do with Draco Malfoy’s dog, or Draco Malfoy reading poetry on a lone riverside bench. No sir. Nothing at all.
Harry is a magical theorist studying ancient wizarding houses. Draco has a house for him to study. The house is a die-hard romantic and doesn’t plan on letting its playthings go any time soon.
Draco is deaf and meets Harry again years after his accident. Draco offers to help Harry learn British Sign Language for a student Harry is working with. Soon, so much more grows from that offer.
Author:Pineau_noir|@pineau-noir Prompt:#56 Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating:Teen Wordcount:4700 Warnings:None Summary:
“No,” Draco says, as sternly as he can while Scorpius makes that face. Draco takes a large drink of his wine. “Absolutely not.”
“It’s so cute!” Scorpius squeaks.
“It’s a pest.”
Scorpius pouts, but Draco stands firm. Nifflers are not pets, they’re wild animals—
“It’s got a collar!” Scorpius says, interrupting Draco’s thoughts and shoving the animal into Draco’s face.
And there, on a plain silver disc, are the words Peanut Butter Tater Tot Potter. Then, in slightly smaller font: Please return to Harry Potter, not Ginny Weasley.
“Of course it would be Potter,” Draco groans. He takes another drink of his wine, almost finishing it, and steels himself for the inevitable. “We’ve got to owl Potter.”
“Potter! Looks like puberty has yet to hit you at age 17?” Harry turned around to look at Malfoy, look up at Malfoy, “Still as short as you were when you were a mere firstie, aren’t you?”
Harry fought the blush coming up on his cheeks, he hated it when Draco teased him about his height. But it was inevitable, with it being one of Draco’s favourite taunts ever since they were dating. Draco was a half a head taller than him and he loved reminding him of it everyday.
Pushing Draco further from him so their difference wouldn’t be so apparent, he resolved to find a way to grow taller than Draco, or at least lessen their height difference, they had magic for a reason right?
“Watch it Malfoy, your words might come back to bite you in the back!”
/break\
Harry found himself being put on a vigorous routine by Hermione to facilitate his growth. Sleep at ten sharp and wake up at six, a full eight hours of sleep. Then, laps around Hogwarts ground, jump-roping, followed by a short session of yoga. His meals now contained a healthy portion of proteins, whole grains and vegetables.
He had a feeling that Hermione’s participation in his plan to increase in height was mreo out of motivation for him to shed the abuse from the Dursleys rather than spite Draco. But as long as the end result was that he could gloat about his new height in front of Draco, he didn’t mind and Hermione on his side was always helpful.
He liked the routine too, it made him feel like there was something to look forward to each day, it helped him cope with the sudden red light the end of the war brought to him. Don’t get him wrong, Voldemort dying was great, but with the last year being filled with a marathon of one death threat after another, when everything stopped he felt restless. This was good for him, plus he was getting ripped.
/break\
A month and a half into this new muggle-wizard mixed routine and he was seeing progress already, mentally and physically. Harry Potter was no longer the scrawny boy who wandered into Hogwarts halls seven years ago, he had finally grown into his body.
Casting a spell to measure his height again, he sighed, looking at the same number that had been staring at him for the past week or so. Hermione had told him that the growth spurt would stop at some point of another, and he was fine with it, if the height he stopped at was taller than Draco.
But luck was yet again not on his side, he was an inch shorter than Draco, which meant he needed at least two more inches to have a notable height difference than Draco. Damn.
Carrying his books, he set off towards the library, hoping to catch Hermione on one of her many visits there to ask for any more pointers that could help him gain the last few inches he needed.
“Harry! Wait!” Stopping in his steps towards the library, he saw Ginny coming out of the Gryffindor dorms. “ You’ve stopped growing.”
“ A very rude way to start a conversation, but yes thank you for pointing that out.” Harry replied, irritated that someone had pointed it out to him, was it that obvious?
Rolling her eyes at him, Ginny thrust a bottle of green liquid towards him, “ You’ve been trying to out grow Malfoy at height right? And I’ve kept an eye out for your progress, you haven’t grown at all in the last week.”
“Is there a point to this conversation or are you just going to continue upsetting me?”
“ This is a growth potion, it’ll help you gain like two, three inches instantly. That’s what you need right? A few more inches to be taller than Malfoy?”
“Why do you have this? Why didn’t Hermione give it to me first place?”
“ It isn’t exactly the best option to go for, the Ministry banned it some time ago. There’s an ingredient inside that might cause hallucination if you have too much of it. That’s why it was banned. People wanted to grow taller desperately and over-consumed, But you won’t do it, yeah?”
“ Yea…yea, i survived Voldemort… I’m not dying because of some stupid potion. But why?”
“ Harry, you’re like a brother to me and now that you’re dating Malfoy, I can’t directly assault him. So this is me, assaulting his ego through making you taller than him, like a side ‘fuck you’!”
/break\
He paced in the abandoned classroom he had asked Draco to meet him at. After ingesting the potion Ginny had given him and marvelling at the effects it brought, he had immediately asked Draco to meet him here to gloat.
He couldn’t decide on the one-liner to use to show-off his new height, there were just so many options. But apparently he didn’t have time to make a choice, Draco had arrived. And without a solid line to go on, Harry decided he would just stand and let Draco stare.
And stare Draco did, Draco stared up at him, a memory that Harry needed to possess forever. But he didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that Harry was taller than him, in fact Draco maintained that same ol in infuriating smirk on his face, sauntered over to him and planted a firm kiss on his lips.
Leaning down into the kiss, Harry marveled at the need to lean down to kiss Draco, but he was confused, why wasn’t Draco more concerned with the new difference in height?
Slightly reeling from the spectacular kiss he was given, Harry watched doe-eyed as Draco pulled a potion out from his pockets?
The potion was green and looked exactly liked the one Ginny had gifted him. No, no,no. He watched horrified as Draco gulped down the potion and grew exactly three inches taller.
No.
No fucking way.
“ You really thought that you could be taller than me Potter?” Draco’s smirk seemed to grow larger as Harry had to look up him again, “ I had a back-up plan all along, I overheard Ginerva’s plan to give you the potion and decided that it would be smart to have one myself.”
“No.”
“Yes, Harry. But I must say I am appreciating your new physique.”
Pissed off that he would be stuck shorter than Draco forever, he pouted petulantly at his boyfriend. Well, he tried to pout at his boyfriend, before his lips were captured in a kiss by said boyfriend, before he had to tilt his head up to kiss said boyfriend again.
Damn it.
(if anyone has prompts please send them to me! my box is open! and im bored in quarantine)
Harry potter was afraid of heights. He used to love the feeling of being above everything, sitting on top of the Dursleys’ house , the wind in his face, blowing away every worry he had. He loved it even more when he discovered quidditch, the rush of flying was indescribable, it used to thrill him every single time he rose up to the sky.
But slowly, heights became something like a taboo. The escape from privet drive, Hedwig dying, Moody dying. The astronomy tower, Dumbledore dying. The numerous escapades during the horcrux hunt on brooms (and dragons), more people dying.
He wasn’t scared of the heights, he was scared of what the heights brought, death mainly (nightmares too). No one commented on his reluctance to play quidditch after the war, or on the fact that he stopped doing his daily laps around the pitch. When he graduated, there were questions asking if he would pursue a professional quidditch career, he denied all of the offers, choosing to take a few years off with his boyfriend Draco.
His Husband Draco, he corrected himself with a contempt smirk on his face. Draco was the one beautiful thing he had with life for a long time. After the war, they depended so heavily on each other that it raised many eyebrows, but Harry didn’t carry he loved Draco with everything he had.
He turned his head over to face Draco, absorbing the absolute beauty that is his. Today was the second to last day on their honeymoon before they would go back to magical Britain and take up their promised positions as professors at Hogwarts. Today was also the day that Draco had taken up full responsibility for planning, not that he didn’t plan the days before as well, but today he insisted on it, refusing to let Harry in on any of the details.
Musing on what his husband could be up to, he absently traced his fingers along the spine of Draco’s, slowly rousing him to begin their day together.
He was excited for today, and Draco took forever to get ready.
/break\
It was around two when Draco gave his odd request of blindfolding him, he obliged, of course, the morning was spent perfectly already and he couldn’t wait to see what else Draco had planned. He happily allowed Draco to tie the blindfold around his eyes and apparate him away.
Instantly, something in him shifted, it was as if the location had triggered a warning system inside of him. The wind in his face, the unsteadiness in his footing, he was way above ground and he did not like it one bit.
He could feel his blindfold being slowly taken off as Draco came to wrap his arms around him, steadying him. His suspicions were proven to be correct as he surveyed his environment around him.
A thin bridge connected the two mountains, beneath it a beautiful blue lagoon flowed peacefully. He appreciated the view very much so, but as he saw someone plummeting to the water from the bridge, he immediately reached towards his wand to cast an arresto momentum.
Before the spell could come out of his mouth, he felt his husband’s hand on his, as he whispered into his ears, “wait.”
He obliged his husband, hoping that there wouldn’t be any death today, Draco wouldn’t let someone die…right?
Focusing on the person instead of the memories that come with the situation, he realized that there was a rope tied around their feet. Was this some weird muggle torture devise invented when he was in the wizarding world?
Why did Draco bring him here? Didn’t he know he hated heights? They were on their honeymoon for god’s sake!
And then it all clicked, it was a bungy jump. Something that he had long crossed off his bucket list once fifth year ended, his eyes zeroed in on the sign on his right, the Bloukrans Bridge, Western Cape, South Africa.
Draco loosened his grip on his arms once he realized that the statue was not going to be broken and shifted on his feet nervously.
“Why…did you bring us here?”
“The war took something away from you and replaced it with fear. Harry you love flying. Don’t give me that look I know you do. And the war took that away from you, Remember how we used to have seeker matches on the pitch and… I’m not going to force you if you don’t want to but I know you miss flying… and I know you can bring yourself to go up…and so this is me offering to do it together…conquering your childhood dreams and your teenage nightmares?”
And he was right, Draco was always right. Harry longed to fly again, he longed to fly again without the screams plaguing him. And maybe this was the way?
“I know it may seem it be sudden, the whole plunging towards the water affair… but I thought we could approach this Gryffindor-style, you know? Going all in without regard for absolutely anything? Your style?”
Harry smirked at the subtle jab at him.
“There’s even a couple packages if you’re up for it?”
Shakily, Harry took Draco’s hand and pulled him to the counter, signing them up for the highest jump of them all.
“That one Harry? Are you sure your frail heart can take that?”
