“His comments are sheer humbug,” Draco said, nose pointed upward, arms crossed and practiced sneer perfectly in place.
Harry turned to him with an aged-old scowl. “What the fuck is a humbug, you pretentious twat?”
“Well,” Draco scoffed. “I’ll say!”
“What would you say?”
“That you’re a bit slow for your age.” Draco reached out a long finger, pressing it against Harry’s nose. It takes a moment for him to realize Draco’s just booped his nose, of all things. It takes a while longer for Harry to realize he finds it rather charming, exasperatingly so.
“You’re still a twat though,” Harry said, unable to keep syrup sweet fondness from dripping into his voice. Unable to hide a creeping smile from breaking out onto his face.
For@microficmay ’s prompt humbug. Humbug is also apparently a type of candy? So yeah. Btw headmaster Harry.
Here, Catch!
“Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin the feast, I would like to say a few words. And here they are- Treacle, Bumble, Lug, Humbug,” Harry looked over at the first years, giggling in a confused fashion and the much older students, looking at each other as if saying, “These are new.”
But then there was one student, right in front of him, a muggle perhaps, “Sir! I have one!” She got out of her seat, walked towards the stage and threw something at Harry, “Catch!”
And catch he did.
“Ah, peppermint humbugs, my favorite. Thank you, Miss Chandran,” he popped the humbug in his mouth, letting the wrapper rest in his pocket.
“Your honor, Draco Malfoy is dead. So are Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. As my client was his guardian as per the terms of his release, it is but obvious, that all his property and liquid assets will be handed over to Mr. Potter,” Hermione concluded.
“Do you have it?”
“Keeping in view all the points made by Miss Granger, this court rules in favor of Mr. Potter and accepts his claim to the Malfoy assets. Court adjourned.”
“Of course, here,” Harry hands Draco the property papers.
for@microficmay. all my entries are connected, a story of harry and draco and a month in the midnight sun of norway, in search of a dragon. 50 words. no rating. for those who have been following along, thank you and also, don’t hate me after this one. you can read all entries in order on AO3 here: jesus, etc or on tumblr here.
Harry, hanging laundry, finds the note in Draco’s pocket. It’s been crumpled, torn, spellotaped back together:
Watch Harry for me. Dad says he’s not well, since the war.
You think I chose him, but you’re wrong. It’s always you, my fearless heart.
Written for @microficmay, Blackcest edition! 31 days, 31 prompts, 31 Blackcest microfics. Prompt 19: Humbug | Teddy/Draco/Harry | Read on AO3
It stems from childhood, Victoire says. Harry didn’t eat much, wasn’t provided for. Draco was wealthy and lonely, knowing only how to buy affection. You have no parents, and can’t help but crave whatever attention you can get.
The reasons don’t matter. You only care about basking in their love.
Words: 50 Rating:G Fandom: Harry Potter Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Author: tenthousandyears (tumblr|AO3) Challenge:@microficmay Prompt: #19 Humbug Notes:Thanks to the wonderful @crazybutgood for the beta! (I changed it afterwards though, so any remaining mistakes are, as always, my own.)
Potter humbugged by Death Eater, reads the headline, followed by a photo of Harry and Draco kissing. Harry’s hackles are already rising when Draco sees it and freezes.
“Draco.”
Draco unfreezes slowly, says, “Who the hell uses humbugged?”, then Incendios the bloody paper.
Harry smiled at Draco across the crowded street. No matter what happened next, the secrets they shared had taken on a far more delightful tone than the ones of their collective pasts.
Suddenly, Draco realised what Harry was smiling about. His pale features blushed, turning a deep scarlet that made all of the blood in Harry’s head drift decidedly lower.
Yeah. Harry could handle a few secrets for a while.
Draco couldn’t remember the last time he felt this safe. It’s probably been years: since the Dark Lord decided to reside in his home, since his family was forced to flee, since he was bullied when he dared returning to Hogwarts.
Microfic May 2022 - Day 18 - Secrets Series/AU: The Soul’s Scream (spoilers for chapter 19)
Once his own registration was completed, Charlie tried to subtly place himself near Brishen. He wasn’t as subtle as he’d hoped, because the Joker was aware of his presence almost immediately.
“I really didn’t know,” the Joker grumbled. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything a secret. I would have mentioned it earlier if I had instead of having—that—happen.” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the remaining registrations.
“I’m sure you would have,” Charlie agreed. “Would she have known?” He hadn’t meant to ask that particular question, but it was something he had to consider once it occurred to him. The other Phoelix had apparently met Fred and George, after all.
@microficmaypromptsecrets led me to craft this fragment of a scene as chapter ten for my Sirius-pov PoA-era story Is It True He’s Mad? Welcome to read the WiP or any piece of it on AO3!
A ball of socks, an envelope… Sniffing what (spilled from the trunk Harry rummaged in) remains on the pavement, his snout is pawed by – a handsome ginger tom!
Words: 50 Rating: K Fandom: Harry Potter Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Author: ordinarylittleme (tumblr|AO3) Challenge:@microficmay Prompt: #18 Secrets Notes: Thanks to the amazing @tenthousandyearsx for the format!
A secret? Are you mad? We have far too much between us to hide away like we’re ashamed, don’t you think?
I fail to see why we need to turn our relationship into a cloak-and-dagger operation - did you get addicted to secrecy during your Auror missions?
“Hes so intense.” Lee eyes Flint, who’s polishing his broom with precision. “You think he kisses with as much concentration and passion?” He laughs nudging Oliver who’s poring over some game plans.
“Oh yeah, he’s very skilled with his tongue,” Oliver blurts without a thought, freezing the next second as Lee chokes on his water.
Severus has figured out Potter’s game: the man’s offer of cake is a bribe.
Severus understands necessity. And secrets. And bartering.
Potter is after something, and as soon as he requests it, the man will stop trying to befriend him, and Severus’s pesky attraction to the idiot will finally wane.
