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Draco secretly loving being a passenger princess while faking being clueless about how cars work (he got the gist of it around the third time) so Harry could continue driving him. Harry feigns ignorance as he enjoys Malfoy's company during car rides and wants to continue their little set-up for a sense of normalcy. Draco started of being petrified of riding in a vehicle and hanging on to Harry for the entire ride and Harry placating him by rubbing his hand with his thumb.

Cut to a couple of rides later, Draco suddenly becomes a brat and whines about everything, ranging from Harry's driving to his choice of music. Harry's too smitten and finds it endearing, while Draco secretly adores their car rides. They both sneak glances at each other constantly.

It would be interesting if they weren't in a relationship, and is oblivious to each other's feelings. Just hopelessly pining for each other while engaging in a frequent intimately activity. One time, one of their friends makes the mistake of joining of their car rides and they never felt so out of place and awkward being stuck in a confined space with these two pining losers stuck in their own little world being so domestic without a care in the world. It stumps everyone on how these two aren't in a relationship.

Imagine late-night drives where Draco dozes off, and Harry intentionally drives slower to not wake up him, and to prolong their time together to keep on admiring Draco's peaceful face illuminated only by the pale moonlight and street lamps. Draco waking up grumpy since he missed out on precious car ride time with Harry. They spend a few minutes just staying and lingering in the car after they arrived to their destination, not wanting to be the first to cut off their time together. Harry driving Draco home, and not leaving the driveway until Draco gets inside safely. Draco takes offense at this first, seeing it as a blatant disregard for his capabilities to keep himself safe, but grows fond of this action down the line. He realizes this is what Harry does to someone dear and important in his life.

For Harry, aside from keeping on eye out for Draco and wanting to constantly gaze at the blonde, he mainly does it so he could calm himself down after car ride with Draco.

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Drarry being in a secret relationship ever since fourth year at Harry's insistence. Harry just has a lot on his plate with his responsibilities as the chosen one, and how the public will perceive him and their relationship. Draco understanding and agreeing since he knows first-hand how cruel pure-blood families could be about queerness, much more two prominent wizard being a relationship together. I doesn't matter as long as they're each other's behind closed doors.

Cut to Drarry maintaining their enemies personas in public. Draco has to watch Harry pretend to pine over Cho and Ginny (and he has to remind himself that it's all an act) but after everyone starts talking about how Harry and Cho look so good together, he couldn't take it anymore. Draco confronts Harry, and in the heat of the moment they break up.

This leads to Harry taking Parvati to the Yule Ball where he hoped he could've had a dance with Draco under the guise of public truce. Draco ultimately heart-broken at seeing Harry with another pretty girl, spending the rest of the Yule ball, with some Durmstrang boys who were infatuated with him during their entire visit. Harry spends most of the Yule ball trying to look for Draco, trying to make amends, but then he finds him giggling with a random Durmstrang boy whispering in his ear, and an arm around his waist.

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Imagine Drarry being irrationally weird and jealous about whispering. Seeing another person lean close to Draco, lips almost touching his ear, makes Harry almost destroy a table, while seeing Harry lean in close to whisper into someone's ear absolutely ruins Draco's day

They would be irrationally jealous and paranoid, always assuming the worst possible scenario. They would always think that the other one is whispering about sex or any type of debauchery, but in reality, it's just their friends calling them out privately for constantly staring at each other at the Great Hall.

Blaise Zambini shamelessly whispering into Draco's ear about suggestive propositions for later at the Slytherin dungeons? Nope, just Blaise calling Draco a silly prat for not quietly pining on Harry.

Hermione Granger's lips touching Harry's ear? No, just fed-up Hermione scolding Harry for completely staring at the blonde, making everyone in the room uncomfortable.

One time, Harry finally finds the courage to randomly try to whisper into Draco's ear, but Draco flinches and runs away. As a result, Harry becomes heartbroken, thinking that Draco doesn't think he's worthy enough to even whisper into his ear, but in reality, Draco was just too flustered with Harry's hot breath so near him.

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Super oblivious Drarry but they're really physically intimate, due to their new friendship. Harry would hold Draco's waist while they walk through the hallways, and while they're sitting together. Draco feeding Harry to make sure he actually eats since he tends to get distracted easily. They would hold hands as they made they're way around in Hogsmeade, also not to get lost with the influx of crowds of people.

They would always deny dating saying that they're just friends, but after seeing them cuddle in the middle of the common room, everyone decided to stop asking. Neville swears that he saw them kiss each other good night once. Everyone eventually gets used to their closeness or their infamous platonic intimacy until they both get into different relationships.

Everyone thought it was the end of the Drarry PDA, but everyone could only look in shock as Draco fed a piece of his pie to Harry in front of his boyfriend, and with Harry shamelessly holding Draco's waist in front of his.

Their respective relationships naturally end after a week. Some wixen try their luck in experiencing Drarry's PDA, but only to met with sheer rejection. Blaise tries to ask for a bite from Draco's meal by opening his mouth, only to be met by Draco's sneer as he lifts his spoon to Harry's mouth. Ginny tries to hold Harry's hand in Hogsmeade, but Harry avoids her hand, and apologizes saying that his hands were sweaty. It was December, and Ginny found Harry holding Draco's hand later on.

After all these failed attempts by their school mates, Drarry unceremoniously finally gets together.

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thinking about alternate future! Drarry showing up in canon, and everyone being shocked at the fact that they ended up together. They were also so happy and affectionate. Canon Draco and Harry being still in denial even after this, bickering with each other more frequently until Harry overhears some of his schoolmates talk about how beautiful and gentle Future Draco is, and some of them hoping to shoot their shot now if that's what they will end up with in the future. Draco hears some girls talk about how hot Future Harry is, intensifying their hero worship. They are both petrified by the thought of possibly losing that potential future stability, happiness and the family Alternate Future Drarry formed together so they decide to give each other a chance, and consequently end up like Alternate Future Drarry.

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The first time Drarry fools around, Harry blurts out "Jesus Christ!" out of excitement, and he is left wondering why Draco just slapped him and left. Harry is worried that he was bad in bed, while Draco is heart-broken by Harry shouting out a different name during sex

It wasn't until a day later, where Harry finally figures out why Draco got mad and stormed out of the bedroom. However, he can't seem to convince him that it's just an expression that muggles use in certain occasions. 

"You could go shag that Jesus Christ for all I care." Draco sneers as he tried to ignore Harry's presence for the nth day. The blonde's emotions shifted from hurt to anger throughout the week. He genuinely can't believe that his boyfriend would do this to him.

"It's just a muggle expression, I swear!" Harry tries to plead on his knees. Harry knew that the blonde had a jealousy streak that he usually kept in line. He was just too caught up in the moment, that he became careless.

This doesn't quell Draco's fury, in fact, he becomes more furious, "So you were thinking of a muggle man while having sex with me?!" 

Harry could only look in distraught at the fact that he just inadvertently dug the hole beneath him to be deeper.

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Secret Relationship Drarry where they wear each other's initials as a necklace but when they are questioned about it, they panic

Ronald: "Mate, what does the D in your necklace stand for?"

Harry: "It stands for... Dumbledore."

Ron: "You have a dead gay wizard's initials on you?"

Harry: "Yup."

Pansy: "Draco, why do you have necklace with the letter H on it?"

Draco: "It stands for Hogwarts, I'm very proud of our alma mater."

Pansy: "Sure..."

Draco: "What did you tell them this time?"

Harry: "D is for Dobby"

Draco: "H is for Hagrid"

Harry: "Maybe we should switch to our last names? P for Pureblood and M for Muggle?"

Draco: "That could actually work..."

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thinking about how Drarry could be the embodiment of "he fell first, but he fell harder." Draco trying so hard in the beginning, only to be faced with multiple rejections from the Boy who Lived. Harry only reciprocating once Draco finally pulls back.

Their interaction on the train sets a precedent with how Draco, who lived a sheltered lifestyle who always got what he wanted, and Harry who always yearned to be wanted. Harry who would always reject Malfoy's olive branches, secretly found comfort in Draco's continuous presence regardless of his frequent rejections. Call it cruel, but he never intentionally hurt Draco and he's certainly not obligated to be with him. Until one day, Draco gives up. Call him foolish for sticking around for long with someone wouldn't give him the time of day. Draco focuses on himself or finally entertains somebody else who actually fancies him. Harry to the absolute surprise of everybody, spirals and their previous dynamic shifted. With Harry now, pining and pestering over Draco like a overzealous puppy. Harry realizing what he exactly he took for granted, will do anything just to get his Draco back.

I think Draco will react with valid suspicion (and hurt) over Harry's new attitude change. He finally realizes he loves me too once I try to move on? It doesn't seem like it's rooted in sincerity. For Harry, it's more of how absence makes the heart grow fonder with Draco.

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Harry physically changes himself to match the people Draco is currently dating. Draco dating Theo? Harry starts wearing built-in platform shoes. Draco flirting with Charlie Weasley? Harry is suddenly ginger. Draco dated Pansy when they were children? Here's Harry with fucked up bangs

Draco casually admits he found Lupin attractive when he used to be their DADA professor? Harry starts barking like a dog randomly. Until one day, Draco "dates" a muggle man who looks exactly like Harry and he changes nothing. Draco comes up to him and says "This is the version of you that I prefer."

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Nobody expected for this to happen, especially not Draco Malfoy. He could only look from a good distance as he watched his beloved father and loving boyfriend engage in delightful conversation as they nursed on some good vintage that Lucius had always locked in his personal study. Objectively, he know that he would be thankful and elated that his father and his boyfriend started to get along well. Especially, considering their tumultuous very rocky relationship that became a slight obstacle to two young wizard's relationship years ago. It wasn't that Draco was opposed to seeing the two most important men in his life get along so well, but there's a grim pit in his stomach that start making itself known whenever he would see them enjoy each other's company without him.

It's just jarring to his father playfully back his boyfriend on the back after Harry regaled some tales during his time in the ministry. The same father who would always pester Draco into choosing a better partner all those years ago.

"Why does it have to be Potter, my child?" Lucius solemnly asked Draco once they had made their relationship public to the Wizarding World. "Even one of those Weasley boys would've been more palatable."

"Father, he loves me."

"Nonsense! Many of these pureblood heirs love you too!" Lucius pleaded as he continued, "Last I heard, Nott's boy had been pining for you since you made your arrival in Hogwarts all those years ago."

"But, I don't love them. I love Harry."

He is brought out of his thoughts as he heard his father extend an invitation of having lunch to his boyfriend, which Harry graciously accepted. The pit in his stomach rumbles as the conversation moves forward, and the invitation wasn't extended to him. He tries to comfort himself with the though that maybe, one of them will invite him to their outing in the next coming days.

Draco waited, and made himself available in front of both Harry and his father, yet not a single utter of their plans was said to him. When the day of their outing came, before Harry could leave their apartment, Draco asked directly if he had any plans for today, hoping that his boyfriend who bring him along to his father's meeting. However, Harry nonchalantly shrugged and spouted some bullshit about spending the day with Ronald Weasley. Draco could only look in offense as his boyfriend for many years just easily told him a bold-face lie and left with a haste. He doesn't know what to process first, the anger in his head, or the heart-broken sorrow in his heart.

He needed to remain rational about this as he paced back and forth in their shared apartment. It's not like father would ever leave mother, and as if mother would allow that. Although, his father was also notorious for his past affairs with the Weasley patriarch during his time in Hogwarts. Feeling the pit in his stomach intensify, he tried to distract himself further. Harry would never leave him, and it's been so long since their last fight. But... Harry did say that he preferred his hair to be longer... and who exactly has long silky blonde hair? 

Not being able to handle looming feeling of dread, he went to go fire-call the Weasleys to get to the bottom of this. The moment Ronald Weasley's gangly figure appeared in his peripheral, all of Draco's suspicions were confirmed.

After a quick cough from the blonde, Ronald finally noticed the blonde head of hair that emitted from their fireplace, "Err, Not that we don't enjoy your presence, Malfoy. But what are you doing?" 

"Is Hermione here?" Draco looked around the room for the famed witch.

"Yes, but she's with-"

"Let's have dinner then, my treat."

"Well, I'm not going to turn down free meal. Will Harry be joining us then?" 

Despite having his head in another location, Draco could still feel that pit in his stomach intensify, "That's something I hope you'd answer, Weasley."

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It took years of hard work and endurance, but Harry finally had gotten Lucius's approval for his proposal to Draco. It was a pain-staking journey to get here, but Harry finally managed to win over his boyfriend's father. For years, Harry had to endure putting up with Lucius shamelessly disregarding his presence in Draco's life as he could set Draco up with other pure-blooded heirs, despite him being blissfully taken by Harry. However, he had managed to crack Lucius' cold and hostile exterior with promises to treasure his only son. 

To his own absolute surprise, he had formed a genuine friendship with the Malfoy patriarch, and what exactly did they bond over? Well, their collective love for Draco Malfoy, of course. They would spend countless hours trading stories about the beautiful blonde back and forth. Outside of this, Lucius was also greatly beneficial to Harry's proposal, and consequent wedding plans, which they convened and over several times. In fact, their secret outing today was to secure the perfect rings for Harry's upcoming proposal. With the combination of the Potter and Malfoy vaults, they were able to splurge on a gorgeous ring that had several priceless and rare gemstones on it. Nothing less for their beautiful Draco. With all their preparations accomplished, Harry happily made his way back home to his soon-to-be fiance if everything goes by smoothly.

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"Draco, I'm home!" Harry joyfully announced to their unusually dark apartment. He stumbled over to the light switch, only to be met with Draco's stone-faced expression sitting on their couch as the lights turned on.

"You seem ecstatic." Draco comments as his silver eyes looked Harry up and down as if he was looking for something. "Did you have your fill?"

"If you're asking if I ate, yes I did." Harry replied as he made his way into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable, and to hide the small box in his pocket, "Did you already have dinner?"

After a slight pause, Draco answered with unusually detached voice, "Yes. I had dinner with Granger and Weasley." 

"You know they both Weasleys no-" Harry mindlessly replied, but his brain finally caught up to him. He ran out to the living room, not caring that he's just wearing his pants, and nothing else. "Wait, Draco, please, let me explain."

"Who were you with, Harry?" Draco asked in a monotone voice, which ironically terrified Harry even more than his boyfriend's usual explosive reactions. "Lying straight to my face as if I was some ordinary wizard from the streets."

"Lucius..."

"Ah, yes, my slag of a father." Draco tilted his head into a certain direction as his voice trembled, "You always did like them blonde and pretty."

"Wait, what the hell, are you-" Harry was now confused, why was Draco calling his father a slag?

"How long?"

"Draco, lis-"

Draco finally erupted, "HOW LONG, POTTER?"

"Have I been seeing Lucius in secret? A year?"

Tears started flowing down Draco's face, "You're a cruel man, Harry."

"Wait, what? Draco!" Harry was shocked at his boyfriend's upset expression. He tried to calm his boyfriend down, and explain, but the blonde was too distraught.

Not being able to think of another solution, Harry shouted at the top of his lungs, "Accio, engagement ring!" 

Silence suddenly filled the room, as Draco was now met with Harry's kneeling figure before him with a very expensive ring in his hand, "Draco, please, let me explain. I had this whole plan of how I wanted to propose to you, but there's no time like the present I guess." Harry shifted closer to Draco as he noticed that the blonde's distraught expression melted away into a more fond expression. "I've been meeting your father in secret, since I wanted to win him over to get his blessing for our eventual marriage. With this ring, hopefully, you could tell how that went. With all that said, Draco Lucius Malfoy, will you do me the great honor of marrying me?"

"Yes, absolutely, yes!" Draco went down on his knees, and captured Harry's lips in a desperate kiss.

Once they broke apart, Harry smirked at Draco, "Did you seriously think I would leave you for your father?"

"Just put the ring on me, Harry."

"With pleasure."

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Pureblood childhood friends Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott until Draco is forced to move to the muggle world, he eventually meets his first muggle friend Harry Potter and they get married and create a life together.

Theo and the Wizarding World's presence is always lingers and follows Draco as he slowly gets assimilated in the muggle world. Years later, Draco and Theo reconnect and Theo decides to visit him in the muggle world. They get along like they never had a falling out. They would always talk about the past and magical conversations that Harry can't keep up with. They look great together.

Harry gently cradling Draco's sleeping figure, "You dream in a language that I can't understand."

Harry admits that he's scared that Draco will leave him behind for Theo and his past.

No, Draco is completely content with life with him.

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Imagine a Drarry dynamic where Draco fakes his own death at every mild inconvenience and Harry who falls for it every single time & absolutely spirals.

He just loves this blonde twink so much that there mere thought of him disappearing, wrecks his entire psyche

Harry James Potter is like one of those dogs who cry and whine when their owners leave the house

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Ginny: You know he's going to get tired of you soon enough.

Draco:

Ginny: Merlin, you can't even give him a family, so he's already half-way out the door.

Draco:

Ginny: How do you sleep at night, knowing you ruined a happy family?

Draco: Ask your husband.

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School Rivals Drarry where Draco suddenly drops out of Hogwarts one year, so Harry sneaks into Malfoy Manor to find out what happened to his rival, only to be met with Draco who developed into a Veela over the summer.

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Draco and Harry got married immediately after they stop becoming enemies. They wouldn't even try dating, like all these years of their rivalry was enough for them to confirm that they're it for each other. They've deprived each other for so long that they're not going to wait a second any longer not being bound to each other. Everyone being initially against it because why would you marry someone you haven't dated, much more somebody that you despised for more than the half of your life. However, they keep insisting that they know each other in all facets. Only for Draco and Harry to be the happiest and healthiest couple out of all of them. They both took to marriage and parenthood beautifully, raising several children enough to make their own homegrown Quidditch team.

Everyone: "Didn't you hate each other for the past 6 years?"

HPDM: "We both felt very strongly about each other for the past 6 years."

Everyone: Well, you're not wrong...

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Harry propositions Draco to be Friends with Benefits, and Draco gladly accepts. The thing is friends with benefits is muggle thing which causes some misunderstandings between the two wizards. Draco thinks it means that they're finally going to be friends, while Harry just wants to fuck Draco out of his system.

It could go into an angsty route where Harry has absolutely no desire to have a relationship with Draco outside the bed, and Draco getting his heart broken over the fact that Harry doesn't really like him beyond his carnal desires. 

or in a fluffier route where Harry does learn how to love Draco beyond their set-up. Draco announcing to the world that he's friends with benefits with Harry without knowing what it exactly means. Half-bloods are scandalized with how the notorious perfect pureblood heir, Draco is airing out his dirty laundry in public.

Draco: Yes, Potter and I are friends with benefits.

Half-bloods:

Draco: This was inevitable, why are you all acting shocked?

Harry: Please Draco, stop saying that to the public.

Draco (hurt): Why are we not friends? Don't you see our friendship as beneficial?

Harry: Alright. I'm sorry go ahead.

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Eighth year Drarry where they're both in their own respective happy relationships until a kid Scorpius accidentally travels back in time claiming to be their son in the future. Harry initially rejects the notion since he's too young to be a father, so the timeline doesn't exactly line up.

If Scorpius was currently 5 years old that meant that Drarry would have a baby by next year, which was highly unlikeable since both of them are in commited happy relationships. However, Draco immediately coddles up to the boy. Scorpius is a Malfoy through and through except for those familiar green eyes. Draco convinces everyone that he'll have the boy in his care until future Drarry could come get their son back. Harry was delighted that Draco was willing to step up and claim this responsibility out of his hands. The war just ended, & Harry wanted to enjoy his youth. However, he can't seem to stop staring at Draco taking care of their his baby.

Draco seemed to be always carrying their kid on his arms and lap. He would feed Scorpius in the Great Hall where everyone secretly watched as the little blonde boy obeys and thanks his mama. Draco did nothing but respond with a sweet smile. It irrationally bothered Harry, though he couldn't explain exactly why.

Harry was perfectly happy with his relationship with Ginny. This was supposed to be his reward at the end of the war. A normal relationship with a normal girl. Ginny was younger than him, and had dreams of her own. A baby was nowhere near their future. And Harry was fine, right?

It wasn't until Harry saw Draco and Theo playing with Scorpius where Harry saw red. He wouldn't admit it, but he hated that Theo looked like he fitted right in with their happy family. What if Scorpius started to think of Theo as his other parent? Harry needed to intervene immediately.

He asked Draco one day if he could spend time with Scorpius, and to his surprise, he agreed. He spent the day with Ginny and his son, Scorpius was delightful, you could tell he was raised right. He called Harry, his dada, which he secretly preened on. Harry got to coddle his son the whole day, and fatherhood came easy to him. He saw why Draco enjoyed taking care of their son. At the end of the day, Scorpius started asking for his Mama so Harry and Ginny brought him back to the blonde Slytherin. Scorpius was tuckered out in Harry's arms until the boy caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair where he raised up, and started calling for his Mama. This catches everyone's attention. Draco envelops the boy in a tight hug as he started to coo at the boy. Harry can't seem to stare at the two blondes lovingly as he takes in a heartwarming sight.

He fails to see his girlfriend observing his reaction. Harry starts to spend more time with Scorpius and Draco, until Future Drarry travels to their time and collects Scorpius. It was a tearful event as Draco and Harry grew attached to their little son. It was revealed that Draco carried Scorpius to term so that's why the boy calls him Mama. Harry didn't know that pureblood wizard could get pregnant, but Draco seemed to nod in acknowledgement. Drarry was heartbroken over the sudden loss of their child as everyone else when back to their daily lives.

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It's Friday the 13th so this but Dark! Drarry. Morally-Grey Harry who kills every dark wixen which unfortunately happen to be Draco Malfoy's close friends and family, so Draco is in constant paranoia the whole time, thinking he's next, but he ends up being the final girl.

Almost all the Slytherins are being killed in Hogwarts, suspiciously all of Draco's past boyfriends ended up dying first, then his close friends. Rumors of a killer wearing a weird muggle mask fill the halls of Hogwarts, and to Draco's own surprise, he finds solace and comfort in Harry.

Harry who would promise to protect him at all costs, and who is Draco but to believe the bloody savior. Drarry becomes closer as more and more of Draco's loved ones die. The killer leaves notes about the eradication of the Dark Lord's minions. Draco's anxiety is through the roof.

"You killed for me."

 

"I'm sorry."

 

"Don't, this is the best thing anyone has done for me."

 

"I'd do it again you know."

 

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

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Post-War Drarry, where Harry is considered as a good boyfriend for culturally enriching Draco's life with muggle cuisine, only to find out he only gives Draco phallic-shaped muggle food every single time. Even teaching him the proper muggle etiquette of eating.

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Eighth-Year Drarry where Draco Malfoy, a notorious social pariah was hugged by the beloved savior, Harry, while proclaiming his love in the library. Draco justifiably flinches from this new development, so Harry quietly curses that he's in the wrong timeline.

Draco didn't know what he expected when the dark side lost the war. Even if he had a change of heart last minute, he was deeply associated with the dark side, his dark mark being a vigilant reminder of his sins. Yes, he was acquitted thanks to Potter, but he was still a death eater in everybody's eyes. Much to his chagrin and regret, he had to come back to Hogwarts for his 8th year. Justifiably, he was met with scorn and resentment the moment he stepped into those familiar halls. He had nobody since most Slytherin when into hiding after the outcome of second wizarding war.

He took his new reality in stride, keeping his head down, and hopefully he'll survive the year with no altercations. He had spent most of time in the library trying to soak up as much knowledge as possible within the span of a year, learning about muggles and potions.

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If you dive deep within the crevices of my brain, this is my head canon of the size difference between Drarry

Sometimes I need that blonde twink to struggle against a gust of wind, so Harry never lets him go outside without him.

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Pre-relationship Drarry where Draco invites Harry to the manor, and Harry spots a childhood photo of Lucius, and comments about how he didn’t know that Draco had an attractive older sibling, not knowing it was Lucius Malfoy. Both of them lose their minds after this revelation.

Now, Draco has to live in the reality where he is aware of his crush’s passing attraction toward his father. Harry’s world turned upside down at the reality that nasty old Lucius used to be a little long-haired pretty femboy twink. Now, Harry's begging Draco to grow his hair out

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Secret Relationship Drarry where Harry tries to join in a Gryffindor ranting session about Draco in the common room. However, his "creative" insults doesn't seem right.

Ron: Damn that conniving Malfoy...

Harry: Yeah, damn those soft rosy lips.

Ron: Wait, what?

Hermione: How dare Malfoy curse others with no punishment...

Harry: Right, how dare he have those mesmerizing silver eyes!

Hermione: Exactly! He ne- Wait, what?

Harry: I swear he had charmed it to make his gaze linger in everyone's minds.

Hermione: Well...

 

Neville: Unfair! Draco is cheating in Quidditch!

Harry: Exactly! It's unfair that his platinum blonde hair shines gorgeously under the sun, which becomes a hazard for all the other players! He must be stopped immediately!

Neville: O-okay.

Seamus: Look at Malfoy hogging all Drumstrang boys' attention, what a showoff.

Harry: I have a solution then.

Seamus: Now, we're getting somewhere, yes Harry?

Harry: He needs to be locked in a room where there are no others, except me.

Harry: I'll take this burden, for everyone

thinking about the Draco equivalent to this where he tries his best to compliment Harry but everyone thinks he's insulting him.

Harry after getting caught in a potion mishap:

Draco: Ha- Potter looks somewhat decent today.

Blaise: Don't kick a man while he's down, Draco.

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Pre-relationship Drarry where Draco gains a puppy crush over one of the Weasley boys, which gives Harry conflicted feelings of jealousy and envy over his new "brothers." It also dismantles Draco's long preconceived notions about the Weasley and Malfoy blood feud.

My favorite drarry fics are the ones with Draco has a crush over one of the Weasley boys who he was taught to hate at an early age. Harry is conflicted since he's elated that Draco is warming up to the Weasleys, but no, not like that. What do you mean he finds them attractive?

Lucius had long warned Draco of the danger that comes with interacting with the Weasleys, but after seeing Ron Weasley, Draco wasn't sure if he completely understood his father's warning. He was just some ginger prat who didn't know any better, right?

It wasn't until Draco had encountered the towering broad back figures of the older Weasley boys where Draco truly understood his father's caution. They all had different personalities, the only constants were those bright ginger hair, and those sturdy bodies.

Sure, his heart belonged to a certain green-eyed savior, but it wouldn't hurt to enjoy the orange eye-candies every now and then. Mayhaps, he should also be nicer to Ronald if this is what awaits him in the future. Maybe, it's time to revisit this blood feud once and for all.

I'm gonna be honest, I tweeted all this just to say I need Lucius to fall down on his knees whenever he sees Arthur and his happy breeder family like he wants to be in Molly's position so bad to the point where he i nevitably made his son have a Weasley complex just like him. 😭 

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Enemies to Lovers Arranged Marriage Drarry where Harry is adamant that he'll never love Draco since he never asked to be set up for marriage at an early age. Draco's constant presence was inconvenient until it suddenly wasn't. Now Draco's absence is a bigger problem.

The moment Harry Potter was introduced to the Wizarding World, it was his moment of freedom. Beyond the magical splendor, what he valued the most was the ability to do what he couldn't under the roof of his relatives. It was going pretty well until Hagrid had accidentally broke the news that he has a betrothed. Apparently, his parents made an agreement that their firstborn will be betrothed to the firstborn of the Malfoy family, which meant that Harry's fiance was no other, but the pointy Malfoy heir, Draco.

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Secret Relationship Drarry where Harry during an Eighth-Year drinking party at the common room, accidentally exposes their relationship.

Seamus managed to sneak in some firewhisky inside the 8th-year common room, and they decided to have an impromptu drinking party. Everyone was buzzing with excitement, as after the gruesome war, this was first opportunity to loosen up. Besides, a bunch of barely legal teens having their first ever drink? It was a momentous occasion.

After everyone has their first drink, everyone was roughly the same, if not slightly more rambunctious.

Except for Harry Potter... who was usually kept to himself or his closest friends. Now, he was transformed into a loud lovesick puppy, who proclaimed his love for the world. He loudly announced that he can't wait to have a wife. Everyone looked at Ron to gauge how he'd react to Harry, revealing his plans for his sister. Some of the girls red-faced ready to tell the ginger girl what was said.

Ron, to everyone's surprise, just laughed at intoxicated Harry's proclamation, and clapped his shoulder. Some people squealed, was that his blessing to pursue his sister? 

After another round, everyone started to get tipsier, yet many eyes were looking at Harry to see what he will proclaim next. Harry, noticeable more intoxicated after having another drink approaches Draco Malfoy, and sits next to him.

"Can I pleaaaseeee get you pregnant?" Harry stage whispers to Draco, which was amplified by the suddenly quiet room. Everyone sobered up the moment those words left Harry's mouth.

Draco who was now completely red, spluttered, "What the hell are you talking about, Potter?!?"

"Potter?!?" Harry seemingly offended by his own name, as he got louder. "What happened to Your Harry?!? Your King?? Your Babylove? Your Future Husband??"

"I know we promised to start a family AFTERRR we graduate, but I want you to have our baby nowwww!" Harry grabs Draco in a tight hug. "I want you as my wife NOW."

Draco could only stare back at the multitude of eyes from the rest of the 8th-years looking at them in absolute shock.

It wasn't until breakfast the next day, where Draco received a howler from Narcissa asking him why he didn't tell her that he was getting married soon. He curses himself for falling for that green-eyed prat they called the savior of the Wizarding World.

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11.11 Pocky Day Drarry but Harry tells Draco that the proper way to win is for the other person to eat the most of the wafer before the other, so they run through several boxes with Draco winning every single round. Draco smug about being a muggle games master.

Harry's proud of himself and his clever scheming, now Draco's soft lips is between his.

It wasn't until the next day where he saw Draco doing the same game with Blaise where he finally starts to regret his actions.

Now he has to bear witness to Draco trying to beat every wizard in this puny Muggle game.

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Reluctant lovers Drarry where Guilt-ridden! Draco keeps on trying to break it off with Dark! Harry, but all Harry says is "no", so it isn’t Draco’s fault that he keeps on waking up in Harry’s bed. They keep on perpetuating this cycle, until Draco finally gives in.

Draco knew that he had been in the wrong side during the war, and that he'd spent his life trying to make up for his actions. After the war ended, he vowed to change for the better, and to contribute to the reparations for the Light side.

Til he met Harry in a bar years later.

He knew sleeping with Harry was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, not that he didn't thoroughly enjoyed it. The small crush that he had harbored for the green-eyed savior was revitalized, but he knew that it needed to stop. Absolutely nothing good could come from this.

Harry probably just wanted to experience dominating a deatheater, if their night was any indicator. Convinced that he should save himself the heartbreak, he quietly slips out of Harry's warm embrace into the night.

After a few days, he hears nothing from Harry so he continues his peaceful life as a healer at St Mungo's. Maybe his entanglement with Harry would just be a fun story to look back on.

It wasn't until there was an arrest warrant out for him conducted personally by Harry Potter himself. He is brought to the ministry, but instead of a holding cell, he is directly brought to the office of the Head Auror. He is then met with Harry's furious expression as he stood menacingly behind his desk.

"Why am I here, Potter?" Draco asked with a sneer

"Why did you leave?" Harry barked out with a low voice.

"Excuse me?"

"I don't know what type of fucked up game, you're trying to play, but leading people on? Grow up."

"Did you seriously have me arrested just so you could confront me on why I left?" 

The heated glare from those green-eyes is all the confirmation that Draco needed.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!? Did you know this arrest could cost me my job?"

To his surprise, Harry's furious expression melts off into a shameful expression, which elicited Draco's anger to dissipate.

"The charges will be dropped the moment you step out of this room. I just wanted to talk."

"Pot- Harry. What did you expect to happen if I stayed?"

"Well, I could've made us breakfast, and we'll go from there." Harry turned bashful.

"But Harry, you HATE me. You're supposed to hate me." Draco carefully admits.

"But I don't. And I know you don't hate me either."

"Harry, we can't allow us to happen. The Wizarding World simply wouldn't allow it." 

"I'm sorry I should've done this the moment we fell into your bed together. This was a mistake, let's end this." Draco looks up at Harry with teary-eyes.

"No."

"What the hell do you mean no?!?"

Harry approaches Draco, and cups his face into his large hands. "I'm not going to let dictate what I want to do in life. I have spent years doing the best for everyone else, now I want to be selfish, and do something for myself."

He captures Draco's lips in a desperate kiss.

Draco didn't know what to make of Harry's word, he was too caught up in the pleasure.

They start a secret relationship where Draco tries to break it off for the better good but Harry doesn't let him.

It would be funny if once they go public, everyone's "idgaf we all knew it." 😭

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Future Harry accidentally going back in time to his time in Hogwarts. Drarry still hasn't gotten together yet, so Future!Harry takes this time to play with Past Draco. Draco nearly combusts on the spot the moment he laid his silver eyes on Future!Harry. Past!Harry is livid.

Draco had been secretly nursing this crush on Harry Potter for the last few years. He knew his pining was hopeless since Harry sees him as nothing but Slytherin scum, and Draco can't necessarily blame him. He is reaping what he sowed. Wizards like him don't deserve love.

It wasn't until he was met with the handsome sight of Harry Potter, but older and bulkier than the one he knows. His Harry was already attractive, but this Harry? Draco can't stop the open-mouthed expression on his face as this man checked every box in his preference list.

Furthermore, this Harry doesn't sneer or insult him. He looks genuinely happy and interested to be interacting with Draco, something that his Harry doesn't care to do.
Thus Draco spends every waking hour with Future!Harry forgetting the rest of his responsibilities.

He also finds out that this Harry is from the future, so they team up to get this Harry back to his time.

Meanwhile, Past!Harry is slightly bothered by Draco's absence. Usually the blonde git would be around every corner waiting for an opportunity to cause havoc, until.. he wasn't.

It wasn't until Harry heard some whispers of Draco Malfoy spending time with an older man where his curiosity was piqued. Harry will admit he has a bit of a snooping problem, but what if it some death eater business? Harry needed to know to ensure the safety of the Wizarding World.

With his invisibility cloak, Harry follows Draco all the way to Hogsmeade, where the blonde meets up with the older man, who dwarfed Malfoy's normally tall stature.

Much to his own chagrin, Harry could tell that this man was attractive which could be used in nefarious means.

With the older man's arm around Draco's shoulders, they went to all the date spots in Hogsmeade, while buying items from some shops.

To his surprise, Draco had a permanent flushed expression the whole time, which Harry, admittedly, thinks better suits the blonde boy rather than his cold sneers which Harry was accustomed to. A weird feeling is incited from this sight, but Harry brushes it off in favor of confronting the Slytherin boy the next day.

Draco knows that he shouldn't consider his trip in Hogsmeade w Future!Harry as a date, but he can't help swooning.

Even if he pretends he's above it, he always wanted to go to Hogsmeade with a special someone. Objectively, he know that a man like F!Harry wouldn't look at him that way.

"What the hell are you up to, Malfoy?" A familiar voice breaks him out of his reverie, it's Past!Harry.

A familiar sneer falls into Draco's face, "Gracing me with your presence then, Potty?"

"Who was that man you were with yesterday?" Merlin, Future!Harry explicitly told him that Past!Harry can't know about his existence.

Draco starts to panic, he blurts out, "Do you mean my boyfriend?"

Harry's face cracks at this revelation, "But he's-" Harry didn't know that Draco was bent, sure, he looked like that, but he didn't want to assume.

"What, Potter? You're going to bring your Muggle bigotry in here?" Draco raises an eyebrow at him as if Harry's beneath him.

"Leave me and my boyfriend alone, Potter." Draco says with finality as he leaves the golden boy to ponder on his own thoughts.

Draco confesses to Future!Harry on what just happened, and the older man just barks out a laugh, and gathers Draco in a tight hug, "I'd be honored to be yours."

Draco's heart breaks over the stark difference between how these two Harrys treat him, but right now he'll comfort himself with Future!Harry's loving embrace.

Draco knew this was coming, but it didn't make it hurt any less, Future!Harry found a means to go back to his time.

He loved having Harry in his life even briefly, so he was torn-up about it.

"Please take me with you. I have nothing else here for me." Draco quietly added, "I love you."

Future!Harry captures him a tight hug, "I'm sorry Dray, but I have beloved wife a home."

His sobs become more intense. Of course, a man like this would have a loving wife at home.

Future!Harry kisses his forehead as an act of comfort, "You'll see me soon enough I promise."

With that the Harry that he had fallen in love with, disappeared.

Draco lived in a daze for the next few days. His sudden break up was fueling the rumor mill for the whole week, but he didn't care. He was inconsolable at his sudden loss.

As Draco laid underneath a tree near the Great Lake, a spot where Future!Harry and him out spend time, a figure approaches him. It was Past!Harry.

He just sat next to Draco in silence. This was the longest they lasted without bickering. Draco could sense his pity, but he couldn't care less.

"You know he's stupid to let you go." This catches Draco's attention.

"What?"

"I saw the way you looked at him at Hogsmeade, if someone looked at me that way I would never let them go." Harry for the first time, warmly smiles at him. Draco returns this expression. "No, seriously, maybe he needs to get his eyes checked."

"Let me know if he comes back Malfoy, I'll best him in a duel just for you." Harry boldly proclaims.

Draco can't help but burst out laughing at the thought of Harry fighting himself. His laughter overcomes his sorrow briefly.

"Thank you, Harry." Harry only stares at him in awe.

A few years later, Draco receives an old letter from a strange owl. He opens it and is briefly reminded of the man he briefly loved when he was in Hogwarts. The only content in the letter was a question:

"Did you enjoy my surprise, my beloved wife?"

Draco looked at his new ring with fondness.

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I need Ron & Draco to share a mind-blowing kiss at some point. It would be the best kiss they had ever experienced in their entire life, but nothing happens as they go back to their happy comforting relationships.

It all started with a dare during an 8th year party.

"Kiss the prettiest boy in this party!" Seamus hollered at Ron.

Ron looked at his girlfriend who only gave him a look of approval and an amused smile. He walked over to a sat Malfoy & Harry both staring up at his tall figure.

He first looked at Harry who raised his brow at him, but nudged his head toward his blonde bf as if saying "go for it, mate."

He finally looked at Draco who still looked effortlessly beautiful despite the constipated look on his face while looking at Ron.

"Scared, ferret?" Ron tried to lighten up the mood as he flashed him a smug grin.

"More like repulsed, yet flattered, Weaselby." Draco matched his expression as he pulled the taller boy down to his level.

Ron never noticed how mesmerizing those stormy grey eyes were.

They both closed their eyes the moment their lips touched. They could hear a symphony of hollers coming from the rest of the room, but all they could focus on was the pleasurable sensation between their lips. It wasn't like a kiss that they ever felt before.

They intensified their lip lock to the excitement of the room, as they unabashedly made out with each other. They could both feel sparks flying as the pleasure lingers. They pull away for a minute too long, so now the whole room is silent as they gawk at the two frenemies.

Draco first breaks the silence as he smiled up at Ron, "Granger's a lucky girl."

"Well, Harry's a lucky bloke too." Ron gives him an exaggerated wink as the rest of the room bursts out into laughter.

Draco and Ron go back to their significant others, and comfort them with kisses.

Despite both of them essentially experiencing the best kiss of their lives, they rather stay with the warm comforting kisses that feel like home, coming from Harry and Hermione.

However, sometimes the pleasure lingers, and they stare at each other for way too long, but nothing comes out of it since their both in happy committed relationships with the love of their lives.

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Harry takes off his glasses every time he and Draco has an argument since he knows if he keeps on seeing his pointy yet delicate face, those piercing stormy eyes, his soft platinum blonde hair and rosy pink lips, he's going to cave in and lose immediately.

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Canon Drarry where everything is the same, but the only difference is that Harry refers to Draco as the "mother of his future children" behind the blonde's back. They would still normally bicker, so most assumed they despise each other.

Everyone just makes fun of Harry for being too obvious with his attraction toward that blonde prat. Harry takes it in stride, and never fails to proclaim Draco's future role. Even when he would date other people, he would say to their face that Draco is the "mother of his future children" with no hesitation. 

Hermione confronted Harry once if calling Draco the mother of his future children was a weird way of insulting the blonde by seemingly emasculating and feminizing him, but Harry quickly made it clear that he is completely earnest.

"Draco is a still a bloke, but he's still going to be the mother of my future children." Harry replies.

Everyone learns how to tune Harry out when he gets on his Draco-Mother tangents, but they could only gape in surprise when they saw the Daily Prophet headlines months later.

"POTTER-MALFOY SECRET MARRIAGE + HEIR ON THE WAY"

The moving picture depicts Harry and Draco lovingly caressing Draco's obvious baby bump, and they both share fond gazes with each other.

Maybe they should've noticed how Harry's words were less of an insult and more of a vow.

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Drarry only gets together when they're older, but not because of their complicated love/hate history. It's because Draco only started being attracted to Harry after the savior finally had a son, and became a father.

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I need Harry to be completely weird about Draco's small waist like he could easily wrap his hands around it with minimal effort if he tried. Cue g☆y panic, but Draco thinks he's making fun of him. Misunderstandings ensue, but Drarry gets together in the end.

Harry's whole world changed after a quidditch accident where he accidentally bumped into Draco, which led to them falling off their brooms. As they were falling, Harry grabbed Draco's waist to pull him closer as they braced for impact. He was going to cast a spell to allow them to land safely. But the moment his fingertips met each other around Draco's waist, his brain started to short-circuit, which lead to them bedridden and injured in Madam Pomfrey's room.

Draco was justifiably mad at him for causing both of them to fall as if they weren't magic.

"I could've easily saved myself, but you had the bright idea to grab me from behind." Draco continued not missing a beat, "Was harming yourself worth the chance of me getting hurt?"

Harry wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't find the right words to placate the blonde.

'I was trying to save you, git. blame your stupid waist for being so bloody small' Harry thought to himself as he was berated by the blonde. He knew from dealing with Draco for the past couple of years that it's easier to let the blonde go on a tirade and just take it.

As Draco continued his verbal onslaught, Harry couldn't help but stare at the blonde's waist. Hogwarts Robes were stuffy and enormous which made no justice to the beauty of the human figure. More often than not, students would be swimming in their robes, which was unflattering.

Harry knew that he had bulked up since he got to Hogwarts all those years ago, but even he is still drowning in his robes. Who knew Draco had a fit body underneath all that?

Harry doesn't have a type. He had dated Parvati, Cho and Ginny who were all vastly different from one another.

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Ron and Draco are in an arranged marriage as a solution to the Weasley-Malfoy blood feud. Despite this, Drarry still managed to develop a palpable attraction toward each other, but can't act on it since they're both off limits. Well, at least in public.

Draco doesn't know what he did to end up in this unfortunate situation. He was told all his life that Weasleys were nothing but blood traitors, now suddenly, he's betrothed to one. His father suddenly brought him to the whole Weasley clan, announcing that he's to be married.

He looks at the skinny ginger boy next to him, a certain Ronald Weasley. Merlin, why couldn't it be the mature dragon tamer instead? Of course, it had to be the angry male runt of the litter. He silently thanked the stars that his fiancé was at the very least a boy.

Despite the normally joyous occasion, everyone seemed to have a somber look in their faces. Draco felt somewhat offended, was getting married to him, such a burden? Not that he wanted this engagement anyway, but still. 

"We'll leave you to acquaint yourselves with each other." His father stated.

Once their families left them in the room, the awkwardness still lingered in the room.

Draco deciding to bite the bullet, greeted the Weasley boy in a effort to start a conversation.

"Hello, I'm-"

"I know exactly who you are."

"Great, you're Ronal-"

"I'll never love you."

Draco was taken aback by the sudden angry declaration, "Where was this energy earlier?"

"I never wanted this!"

"It's not like I'm dying to be wed to some Weasley either. Even if I did, it would be that hunky Dragon tamer anyway"

"Stay away from my brother, you harlot!"

"Not to worry, Ronald, I'm engaged to you."

"Normally, you Weasleys are uncouth. Why didn't you say anything earlier so we could have avoided this whole engagement."

"You're lucky I don't know that word, Git. Why didn't you then?"

"A Pureblood heir always follows his family."

"I'm not a poof." Draco rolled his eyes.

"And I'm not into gingers." Ron seemed to be more offended at this statement. "Why didn't you refuse then? It's not like you have some pureblood social contract to abide by."

"I'm not risking my family to be hurt by your father."

Draco felt his breathing intensify, "How dare you! Take that back you, mongrel!" His father was always a sensitive topic for him.

"It's true! Your deatheater father might do something to them if I disagree."

"You'd think he'd use his own child as a pawn for his own interests?"

Ron's silence was enough of an hint of Draco to know what he's thinking. He felt his blood boiling at the blatant disrespect toward his family, "Well, get used to it Weasley, since that deatheater is going to be your father-in-law for the rest of your pathetic life."

This sparked the hatred between the two fiances who were bound to become one family once they graduated from Hogwarts.

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Harry Potter didn't know what he expected the moment he entered the Wizarding World, but it wasn't meeting an adorable yet snobby blonde boy.

He only found out his name during a train ride where they had promptly rejected the blonde's hand in favor of sticking to his new ginger friend. Harry, admittedly, felt a weird pang once Draco left him alone with an underlying hurt in his eyes.

Draco was antagonizing Ron, how else could Harry react? Well to be fair, Ron was also antagonizing the blonde boy back, but all Harry could focus on was Draco Malfoy's sneers and insults. He didn't know why Draco would be mean to Ron who had been kind to him.

Even if he was cute, Harry didn't care for bullies. As they entered Hogwarts, Draco seemed to antagonize Ron and by extension Harry at every possible opportunity. Admittedly, Harry couldn't take those insults seriously when it's coming out of a cute boy's mouth.

He knew he was developing a small attraction to the blonde boy, but he would take the side of his best friend over any blonde beauty any day.

It wasn't until years later, where Ron finally revealed that the reason why they were so antagonistic toward each other.

Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley were engaged to one another, much to the absolute shock of everybody in Gryffindor.

Surprisingly, Hermione despite nursing a crush on Ron, came to Draco's defense, "Why don't you try being nicer to him?"

"No way, Mione. If I have to suffer for the rest of my life, so does that blonde prat!" Ron cackled.

"So, you never tried to be ni- cordial with him?"

"What's the point? He's just a Slytherin git anyway."

"That isn't nice, Ron." Neville chimed in.

"You try being engaged to Draco bloody Malfoy then."

"Honestly, I wouldn't mind that much. He's easy on the eyes, and he's always kind to me." Neville admits.

Everyone turns to him in surprise, "How so, Nev?"

"He helps me a lot in Potions class, even if it's not out loud. He also apologizes on behalf of Professor Snape."

Chimes of various Gryffindors start sharing stories of their experiences with Draco.

"The hell? So he's only a prat to me and Harry?" Ron squeaked out.

Consider Harry's interest now, piqued. He finds Draco alone in the library, one day. Draco seemed to grow more attractive.

"So I heard you'll be around in the Burrow after we graduate."

"What are you talking about?"

"Draco Lucius Weasley-Malfoy. It has a nice ring to it."  

Draco visibly cringes, "Don't remind me, Potter." Harry laughs at him.

"I didn't know that you were to be married."

"I'm surprised Ronald didn't start complaining about it the moment we met."

"Oh trust me, Ron did complain. Just not about that." Harry jests as he slips into a comfortable position.

"While you're here, do let Ronald know that we have to make an appearance in the Yule Ball."

"Lucky for you, Ron's still on the prowl for a hot date."

"Well tell him to stop his hopeless endeavor when I'm here."

Harry winks at Draco, "You consider yourself a hot date then Malfoy?" The blonde reddens in realization.

"You don't know the half of it... Potter."

Draco quickly left leaving Harry all alone to process what just happened. Bloody hell, did he just flirt with his best friend's fiance? Why did Draco easily reciprocate? Weren't they supposed to hate each other?

Harry felt his heart beating faster as he made his way to Ron.

“Woah there, what’s with the rush, Harry?” Ron greeted his arrival in the common room.

“Just had a lovely conversation with your equally lovely fiancé.”

A disgusted expression forms on Ron’s face, “Did that prat say shit about me? I swear that blonde git lives to piss me off!”

“Not at all. In fact, he wanted me to let you know that don’t bother finding a hot date to the ball since you’re required to go together to make your grand debut.”

“Merlin’s Saggy Balls! There’s no way in hell, I’m going to the yule ball with that blonde poof!”

Harry raises his eyebrow at this. “Er, Slytherin Git?” Harry holds his unimpressed expression.

“Merlin, you get what I mean. I’m not into blokes, especially not ones who live to terrorize me.”

“Well, you’re going to marry this bloke, so I don’t know what to tell you.”

“I already secured a date with Padma anyway, so I don’t really have much of a choice! Let him attend all alone, since I’m sure nobody in their right mind would ask him out." Ron snickers to himself, "If we’re lucky, this might even give him a much needed humbling.”

“It’s your funeral.” Harry left Ron back to his devices, and started to ponder who exactly would Draco take to the ball if he had the choice.

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The next day, Draco sashayed his way toward the Gryffindor table with a quiet determination as he went directly to Ronald Weasley.

“What the bloody hell is your problem, Weasel?”

“Not too fond of rejection eh?” Ron sneers

“Stop making it sound like I actually want to go with you! We both know that this is our first public appearance for our engagement.” Draco responds with exasperation clear on his face.

“No offense, Ferret, but you don’t have the proper parts to be my date.” Ron scoffed.

“What the hell does that supposed to mean?”

“I mean that if you don’t have a pair of tits I could grab, you’re not qualified.” Ron tried to jest, but everyone was stunned by the words that came out of his mouth.

“Excuse me? My sister is just a pair of tits to you then, Weasley?!” Parvati Patil suddenly appeared, having heard what Ron had just said.

“Wait, no, you misunderstood.”

“I think I understood just fine.” Now, Padma has entered the conversation with a disgusted look on her face. “He’s all yours, Malfoy.”

“My father will hear about this.” Draco threatened as he briskly left the great hall. Ron was left all alone to face the scrutiny of all his peers.

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Now that Draco was all alone, he managed to reach his father through a fire-call.

“That’s quite unfortunate, Draco. We had assumed that you’d both grow into your feelings as you both matured.”

“Father, I keep on telling you, Ronald will never see me that way.”

“And what about your feelings then, Draconis?” Silence fills the air between them.

“It doesn’t matter what I feel… I’d still abide for the betterment of our family.” Draco quietly responds.

Lucius shoots Draco a fond look, “Alright, you may bring anybody in the Yule Ball. We’ll postpone the official debut of your engagement.”

“Thank you, father. But it’s far too late for anyone to consider me as a date.”

“Fear not, my love. I’m sure you’ve caught the eyes of many young wixen.” A familiar soft feminine voice comforts him.

Feeling his face heat up, “I do hope mother.”

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“You’ve been rejecting all invitations for the past few weeks, what do you mean you don’t have a date for the ball, Draco?”

"Exactly that, my dear Blaise."

"You know I could always ditch Daphne to escort you to the ball."

"Charmed, but please save us from the heartbreak of Daphne's terror for the next coming weeks."

"If you insist. But please do save me a dance." Blaise winks at Draco.

"Anything for heir Zanbini." Draco quips back in amusement. Leave it to Blaise to cheer him up.

As he exited the dugeons a familiar voice calls out to him, “So I heard you’re looking for a date, Malfoy.”

“No need to rub it in, Potter. I’m sure you’re enjoying every minute of this.”

“Hm, maybe, but I know one way I could enjoy it even more.”

"Pray-tell then, Potter.”

Harry suddenly brought out a bouquet of Draco’s favorite flowers, “Will you do me the pleasure of being my date for the Yule Ball?”

Draco was baffled as he looked around, awaiting for Weasley to pop out of every corner with annoying laughter.

He takes the flowers, “This isn’t funny, Potter.”

“Great, since I’m not joking.”

“You, the beloved great savior, still has no date for the ball, really?” Draco asks skeptically.

Harry chuckles at this, “You, Perfect Pureblood Prince also still has no date, so, yes really.”

Draco can’t seem to find the words to respond, “Ronald is your best friend.”

“And?”

“I’m still his fiancé.”

“Really now? Funny, I can’t seem to recall any official debut of the engagement between Weasley and Malfoy.” Draco can’t help but laugh at Harry’s persistence.

“I’m suppose, you’re right.”

“C’mon, it’s not like I’m stealing you away from Ron. You have the rest of your lives to attend boring galas. Let me have the blessing of having you tonight.”

Draco flashes him a sweet smile, “Alright.” Harry jumps in victory as he playfully cheers.

“Don’t think I’ll go easy on you, Potter. Now, let’s talk color scheme.”

Harry suddenly becomes stone-faced, “Wait.” His serious expression melts into a pout, “How come he’s Ronald, but I’m still Potter?”

“Fine... Harry.”

A Cheshire grin forms on his face, “Yes, Draco?”

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My favorite flavor of Omega Draco is the one that doesn't really care for children in general, but every time he comes over to The Burrow, all of the Weasley children innately gravitate towards Drarry, but specifically their favorite pretty Uncle Draco.

Draco never really saw the appeal of children. He was an only child who only met children his age at formal social gatherings. Sure, he was taught about how Omegas are expected to lead a household, but that never really appealed to him. He wasn't opposed to it, but it's not really a personal priority. In fact, he had a hard time visualizing marriage and childrearing in his future. He personally had other dreams, he could see himself achieving. If that made him a defunct omega, then so be it.

It wasn't until he had met Harry Potter where he had grown more open to the idea of marriage and starting a family. He had relationships with other alphas before, but it ended quite quickly since he felt suffocated by their demands for an immediate heir.

However Harry was different... completely different. Draco knew about Harry's tragic history of losing his parents, so he knew how desperately Harry wanted to start a family. Yet, he never expected Draco to bear his young the moment they graduated from Hogwarts.

He respected and supported Draco's personal ambitions and dreams whole-heartedly.

Maybe, that's why Draco easily agreed to getting married to Harry, the moment he proposed. He had wanted to establish himself beyond his family's notoriety and being the savior's wife before settling down, and Harry supported him every step of the way.

As years go by, Draco steadily rose up the ranks in St. Mungo's, and made a name for himself outside of the Malfoy heir and the Potter wife. He was now a prominent healer.

As these years went by, more and more of their peers had expanded their families, to the point where Harry & Draco were the only ones left who hadn't had a child. For Draco, there were no feelings of envy since interacting with others' kids every now and then was enough for him.

Ironically, they all seemed to gravitate toward him whenever he visits the Burrow. He never understood why. Ron would always say that it's his omega nature, but he would always roll his eyes at him. "What a bullshit excuse to have him as the resident babysitter for their brats", he would think to himself as he cradled the youngest Weasley baby in his arms to sleep.

Admittedly, despite his fear and uncertainty, he had grown fond of taking care of children. He could also see how Harry looked at his nieces and nephews with pure yearning on his face. They both were in good positions in their lives, maybe it's time to expand their little family.

In fact, Draco is quite surprised that he hasn't had a pregnancy scare for all these years with the rate of how frequent he and Harry had done it.

One night, while in bed, Draco revealed his decision to his husband, only to regret it as they had not left the bedroom for a week.

After many months of mutual pleasure then inevitable hardships, Draco had given birth to their first son, James Sirius Malfoy-Potter. To the surprise to nobody, but himself, Draco took to childrearing beautifully, without having to sacrifice his career that he adored.

Maybe, it was due to the advantage of magic, and admittedly, with the help of Grandmother Narcissa and Grandfather Lucius.

After a decade, Draco and Harry had enough children to create their own Quidditch team. Some healer told them about how compatible magic leads to better fertility. Harry was extremely ecstatic about having the large family that he had always wanted, but one quick mention of having to birth all those children quickly shut the alpha up.

After receiving the news that he's pregnant with their 8th child, Draco silent thanks the stars that his younger self had the foresight to establish their careers before falling into the money trap that's called parenthood.

However, he can't seem to wipe the genuine smile off his face at the news of a new addition to their family, no matter how many times he has heard it.

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Enemies to Lovers Drarry but Harry believes that Draco’s love language is being mean to him so when they finally get together and Draco starts being kind to him, he spirals.

Harry knew that he had feelings for the blonde Slytherin Malfoy heir the moment he had laid eyes on the small boy. His parents had warned him to stay wary about those prejudiced purebloods, but they never told him, they would be this enchanting.

As Harry tried to introduce himself to the blonde, it seems that his parents had warned him about associating with bespectacled boys with blood-traitor parents, as he responds with a sneer and a haste retreat. However, Harry swears that he saw a faint blushing on the blonde's ears.

This sets a precedent of how the relationship dynamic between Drarry would be for the next couple of years. They would always be antagonistic toward each other, but there was always that underlying layer of tension and attraction there. In fact, they would never admit it but they always seemed to enjoy their bickering. Harry is ecstatic that Draco had his full attention on him whenever they would bicker. As a result, Harry tended to rile up the blonde at any opportunity. 

However, it all changed when some boys from the Durmstrang institute visited Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy of all people was to be their guide. Now, he had to be subjected to the sight of his Draco divide all his attention to five hulking boys that towered over him. Even if Harry tried to rile him up, the blonde would pay no attention to him.

His breaking point was seeing Draco blatantly favor one of the boys who was a year older than them. He caught in an alcove in the library, positioned way too close as they whispered things that made them laugh.

Using his invisible cloak, he confronted Draco later that evening.

"Does your father know that his prince likes barbarians?" Harry took off the cloak as he tried to quip.

Draco turned around as if he expected to see him there, "Matter of fact, yes he does."

"Huh?"

"What, Potty? Just because I'm pureblood I have to restrict myself to a wife?"

Harry felt slightly ashamed that Draco's insult had brought a skip to his heart. "So you're allowed to have a boyfriend all this time?"

"I don't understand what this has to do with you, but yes." Draco rolled his eyes.

"Then let me court you." Harry responded too quickly.

Draco is taken aback. "This is far beyond cruel, Potter."

As Draco tried to flee, Harry grabbed his arm, "Mal- Draco, wait, please! I'm being serious."

Harry pleaded as he laid out all his cards, "You don't deserve a barbarian, you deserve a prince."

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I gotta admit T*m F*lton kinda chewed this one lil thing up 😭

My favorite head-canon is that this outfit was Harry's queer awakening to the point where he couldn't keep his eyes off Malfoy the entire night.

Only for Draco to wear the same suit years later and it still brings something primal within Harry despite being in a relationship with the blonde for many years. There was just something about how this white suit accentuates Draco's tiny waist that drives Harry crazy. Especially as he grows older and bigger, and how it still fits between his hands.

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The day Harry is reunited with his Godfather, Sirius Black, he was asked what he had wanted for Christmas. Sirius would raze the earth just to grant any of his precious godson's wishes.

"I want a boywife." Harry earnestly replied.

Brushing away concerns about his godson's obsession with marriage at an early age. Sirius... did promise Harry anything in this world, and he had the perfect gift in mind.

On the same day, the famed sole Malfoy heir, Draco Malfoy, famously disappeared from Malfoy Manor, much to the fury of Lucius Malfoy.

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Neglectful Secret Relationship Drarry where Draco is used to everyone wanting his boyfriend, and is waiting for their inevitable break-up. Harry is beloved, while Draco is ostracized… until the day comes where he isn’t.

Draco is used to sharing his boyfriend’s attention with the world. He knew what he was getting into when he agreed to the Savior of the Wizarding World’s courting. There was always a grateful person around the corner, or an awe-struck wizard watching them.

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Omegaverse Destined Lovers Drarry where after learning about his sudden engagement from his father, Omega! Draco sleeps with the nearest Alpha, who happened to be his long-time rival Alpha! Harry.

“I have settled an engagement for you with a prominent alpha heir.” Lucius announced in his study one day. Draco felt his heart shatter at his beloved father's words, and the world seemed to grow fuzzy. He could see his father's mouth still moving, yet Draco couldn't hear anything but the beat of his heart.

After all the years where he had obediently followed every order that his father gave him, he was still naive to think that his father would stop at this very moment. Of course, Father would insert himself into Draco’s love life, anything to better the Malfoy name.

Draco always had an affinity with romance. He looked forward to eventually falling in love with another. And actively choosing them and being chosen despite all odds. This was far too cruel, even for his father.

Without a second thought, Draco bolted out of the mansion, disregarding his father’s wishes. He needed to escape now.

As Draco managed to make his way back to Hogwarts, his mind kept running at different directions. It wasn’t until a familiar scent lingered as he crashed into a hulking body.

“Slow down, Malfoy.” Harry Potter flashed him a smug grin. “I was actually look-“

Draco leaned forward and captured the savior’s lips in an intense lip-lock. After the initial shock wears off, Harry passionately reciprocated with the same fervor. He could feel Harry’s delicious scent violate and overcome his senses as they groped each other.

“Take me to your room.” Draco demanded with a debauched expression. “Please, Potter. Indulge me just this once.”

Harry lifted him up with ease, “With pleasure.”

After a long night of carnal pleasure, Draco wakes up in the arms of his longtime rival. He looks at the boy that he held passionate feelings for, yet could never admit it. The irony isn’t lost on Draco, as he finally acted on his feelings the moment he had no more agency on his destiny. Even if they never got along, it was cruel using Harry’s body as a means of rebellion. Maybe, even in another universe, he could’ve been Harry’s wife, and admittedly, that didn’t sound so bad to Draco. They would have a couple of kids while living in his cousin's house.

However, he knew that his life was never that kind. He quietly slipped away from the savior’s sleeping figure, as he finally resigns himself to his fate.

The next day an owl delivers a letter from his father, dictating that he was to meet his fiancé within the next week. His father did say he was betrothed to an alpha heir, so hopefully it wasn’t an old wizard. He started going through all the alpha heirs within the pureblood circle. 

Zabini? Nott? Longbottom? 

Admittedly, none of those options sounded too bad.

He just hopes that none of them are peculiar with their Omega’s virginity. Suddenly, memories of last night’s tryst filled Draco’s mind, as a hint of lust burned in his stomach.

Suddenly a large figure appeared behind him, and turned him around, “Why’d you leave?”

Draco slips into that familiar sneer, “You were just an itch I needed to scratch before I’m forced to get married.” Draco could taste the deception burning in his mouth.

“Do you love him then?”

"Who?"

"Your fiancé."

“That is irrelevant to the situation.”

“Clearly not if you slept with me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter.”

“I guess your fiancé and I have something in common then.”

"I supposed bedding me would be another thing you'd have in common." Draco sneered with a resigned expression.

Harry was unusually quiet, he would typically retort back with an equal quip that would to their familiar bickering, “You’d sleep with any alpha then? Just to get back to your father and fiancé?”

Draco’s resolve almost broke at the anguish at Harry’s question, he badly wanted to beg the alpha claim him and take him away, “Yes, I would’ve bedded Weasley if I saw him first.”

Harry’s emerald eyes pierce right through him, as if he could see Draco’s pathetic attempt at deception. Despite this, he finally leaves Draco alone. As Harry’s loud footsteps grow further, Draco sick feeling in his stomach started to worsen.

As the day where he’ll finally meet his fiancé grows nearer, Draco’s guilt and tension started to overcome him. This resulted in him writing a letter pouring his heart out to Harry and explaining his situation. He also apologized for his past actions and wishes Harry the best in all his future endeavors. Maybe if they cross paths again, they would be kinder to each other. Maybe, once they have their own families, they could both look back at this with amusement. He owls his letter the day he leaves to meet his fiancé.

As he arrived in his family’s manor, his father led him in his study where he is met with Harry Potter holding the letter that he had just sent him with a big smile on his face. “It’s funny how things work out, beloved.”

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Malfoy Heir, Draco Malfoy-Potter being interviewed after his sudden engagement to the Wizarding World Savior, Harry Potter.

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Secret CreatureBlood Drarry where they hide their creature inheritance for their safety.

One day, Ron confronts them, “I know what you are.”

Veela!Draco and Werewolf!Harry panic at their secret being exposed to everyone.

“You’re one of those homosexuals.”

"...yes"

The day before:

Luna: "Oh my! It seems that the Nargles seem to gravitate toward Harry and Draco."

Hermione: "It's like they're hiding something."

Luna: "Well, Father says that Nargles are attracted to magical creatures."

Ron: "Magical Creatures like "Fairies", you say? 🤨"

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Time Travel Drarry where they go back in time during their parents’ days in Hogwarts and Draco seemingly develops a huge crush on James Potter, the resident Gryffindor jock and unexpected asshole.

See this was never supposed to happen, Harry and Draco were just up to their usual squabbling when one of their shoulders managed to touch a time turner. What a time turner was doing in an unguarded room that’s easily accessible, nobody has an idea.

Once they regained consciousness, they both wake up to the familiar halls of Hogwarts, so they both sighed in relief and went about their day. It wasn’t until they both entered the great hall where they were met with a sea of unfamiliar faces. Both of their stomachs drop at the simultaneous realization that something was very wrong.

“What do we do, Potter?” Draco’s grip tightened around Harry’s arm.

“Just blend in, until we find somebody that could help us.” Harry tried to comfort the blonde much to his own personal surprise.

They approached a nearby Ravenclaw student who was reading a book, “Er, what year is it?”

The Ravenclaw student rolled his eyes, as if they were asking such a stupid question, “You’d think that in 1970, you other houses would actually start getting your act together.”

Silver eyes meet emerald in shock as they both processed what was just said to them. They were sent back in time to the time period when their own parents were still attending Hogwarts. 
For Harry, this was a silver lining since he’ll be able to meet his parents to a capacity, while Draco fretted over the realization that all the responsible adults in their time were now a bunch of hormonal teenagers.

Harry couldn’t believe he has the chance to see his parents again. He knew he couldn’t directly interact with them as it would cause an irreversible effect to the present, but he knew that he at least wanted to see them and speak with them. But before Harry could decide which parent to visit, a boisterous voice coming from the Gryffindor’s table caught both their attention, as they approached.

The boy looked exactly like Harry, albeit beefier, and definitely more charismatic. He had that cool confidence radiating from him, that could only stem from a life full of privilege. Draco face reddens with the realization that Harry could become like this if he was raised differently. In fact, Harry had been packing some muscle since the year he started playing Quidditch but it was nothing like the boy before them.

“James, pipe down!” A voice called out. They look at each other, James. James Potter, this was Harry’s father.

“Oy, Malfoy! I have a free spot in my bed for a pretty blonde twink!” James shouted across the great hall. Both of them flinch and turn to the direction of James’ gaze which luckily wasn’t on Draco.

“Have some couth, Potter.” A slightly familiar skinny blonde boy sneers. Merlin, was that Draco’s father?

“My bad! If only my hair was more ginger…” Suddenly, a symphony of laughter coming from the Gryffindors erupted.

“Give it a rest, Potter.” A ginger boy scolds his father.

“Sorry, Mister Head-boy Weasley Sir. He’s all yours.” James gives the ginger boy an exaggerated wink.

It was Harry’s father, James, but why was he acting like… an asshole? Harry always had an idea of his father in his head, and this boy was nothing of the sort. His father was kind, understated, brave, compassionate… not some horn-dog pervert, and definitely not the one to chase after no-good Slytherin twinks.

But Harry can't deny the reality of the boy before him, they needed leave.

Harry and Draco knew that they had to get out of there quick, with the fear of accidentally altering the future. But before they could sneak away, “Now, what do we have here?”

Suddenly several eyes were on them, as James called their attention, “Hey blondie, I’ve never seen you before. Who are you?

Draco looked at him, with pleading eyes, “I’m-“

But before Draco could mess up their plans, Harry chimes in, “I’m Ha- Drarry and that’s Harco.”“Listen, four-eyes. I’m asking this beauty over here.” James shot Harry with an unimpressed look, then flashed a smile at Draco, “The nerve of some people, am I right? Is this your boyfriend?”

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Imagine Draco being extremely physically affectionate with his fellow Slytherins and Harry can't wrap his head around why the normally cold blonde would do such a thing (he secretly wants to experience it himself) He attempts to get to the bottom of it.

Harry had thought he had known Draco more than their peers, as it comes with the whole rivals thing they have going on. However, he never expected to be met with the sight of Draco with his head on Pansy's lap as he lazed on a couch in the shared common room.

Harry had thought that went against the whole principles of being a pureblood princess and all that crap. Nonetheless, Draco had his head on Pansy's lap as the two were gossiping about the boys in other houses. However that was irrelevant as he was too focused on Pansy running her manicured nails through those soft blonde locks with no grand fanfare.

Everything seemed to tune out as this was all he could focus on.

"Lucky ferret, amirite?" Seamus nudged Harry with a wink, breaking the boy out of his focus.

"Right..." Harry wasn't so sure if Draco was the one he's completely jealous of. However, he knew what his staring looked like.

In another instance, he had caught Draco cuddled between the two large bodies of Goyle and Crabbe, peacefully asleep. Once the two awake Slytherins noticed his presence, they had shushed him.

Clearly, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty between them. Harry, irrationally got miffed as he stormed his way out of the room. Although, one could notice how he made no noise as he exited the room.

The next time Harry caught glimpses of Draco's physical affection was when he had caught Draco shamelessly draping himself on Zabini's broad back as he plead for some minor favor. Zabini clearly amused with the presence of the blonde twink on his back, playfully didn't give the blonde any attention. It wasn't until Draco planted himself on Zabini's lap and forced the boy to look directly at him, where Zabini finally acknowledged his presence. With some more 'pathetic' begging, Zabini seemingly agreed to Draco's request, yet Draco never left Zabini's lap afterwards.

Harry had lost his appetite as he stopped eating his meal.

Why would Draco and Zabini do this in the Great Hall when everybody was eating? Do they have no shame or decency? Harry looked around him, and found that nobody was paying that much attention to the two Slytherins. 

He looked at the two again, and saw that they were just eating normally as if Draco wasn't seated on Zabini's lap.

The final time Harry saw Draco's affections was when he had caught Draco and Nott walking in an empty corridor.

"Let's head to the library, Dray." Nott said as he held Draco's waist, "We need to get started on Potions."

"I'll meet you there, I'll have to quickly pick something up from my room." 

"Alright, I'll see you in a bit." To Harry's surprise, Nott with his height just leaned down instead of going the opposite direction. Horrified, he saw Draco give the boy a chaste kiss goodbye.

He had grown to accept that Draco is actually affectionate to his friends, but snogging?? He can't wrap his head around it. Flashes of regret process in his mind, as he wished that he would've allowed the Hat to sort him into Slytherin all those years ago. Forget the prophecy, if he has access to kisses from a pretty boy 24/7, it would choose that in a heartbeat. Deciding this was the final straw, he grabbed his cloak, and plucked a strand of Nott's hair. He quickly made his way into Hermione's room where she was in the process of creating a batch of Polyjuice, and added Nott's hair.

After finishing the potion, he hastily made his way back to the entrance of the library. Once he saw the approaching figure of the blonde, he took the potion and hoped for the best. After feeling himself change, he ran into Malfoy.

"Wha-" Draco was shocked to see his hastily approaching figure. But before he could give it a second thought, he captured the blonde's lips in a desperate kiss. It felt like nothing he had ever felt before, it felt inevitable.

However, after a few seconds, Draco pushed him away, much to his own surprise.

"Merlin, Theo, what's gotten into you?" Draco looked away in sheer embarrassment as his cheeks and lips reddened, "I told you, only in front of Harry."

Harry could only look in awe and elation at this sudden revelation. Only in front of him, huh?

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me comforting Lucius Malfoy after he sees history repeat itself when he sees his Slytherin son fall in love with a Gryffindor boy who'd end up marrying a Gryffindor ginger girl

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Harry taking out all the wizards who fall under Draco's veela allure, making sure that there's nobody else for Draco but him. Draco slowly realizing Harry is actually behind the frequent disappearances of all his potential suitors, he basks in the devotion and obsession...

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Post-Hogwarts Drarry where Harry is a prominent auror and Draco works as a healer. They’ve been in a relationship since the war, but kept it hidden due to fear of judgement. It wasn’t until a grave misunderstanding where they truly lost each other.

It was as if the whole Wizarding World was against the idea of a dark wizard and light wizard together, much less a former death eater and the chosen one.

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I know Lucius thanks the universe that his only son wasn't born with a uterus since he knew that Draco would've been knocked up the moment he started dating that Potter boy all those years ago.

He knew that familiar glint in the savior's eye, in fact, he knew it very well. Arthur Weasley used to have the same glint in his eye when they started dating back in Hogwarts. The glint that was a telltale sign that he wanted a big family.

Unfortunately for Lucius and Arthur magic hadn't advanced enough to allow wizard pregnancies, which led to their eventual separation. Lucius could tell that Arthur wanted a family badly, a family he couldn't give to him, so he decided to break it off between them. He was not going to stand in the way of his beloved's ownhappiness. Throughout the years, news of a new Weasley offspring spread through the Wizarding World. It hurt Lucius every single time, but at least he could say that his former lover had finally gotten what he wanted.

He even had a child of his own, so he knew firsthand what joy it brought.

Speaking of his son, he knew that Potter desperately wanted a family, something he was deprived of when he was a child. With that familiar glint, he was brought back all those years ago and the consequent heartbreak.

Call him selfish, but he's more than fine with Draco not being able to bear children. If Harry decides to stay with his son, and prove his love and devotion, despite all odds. Lucius will give them his absolute blessing. Let it be a testament to his love for Draco, with the prospect of not being able to have biological children.

It wasn't until his beloved son and Potter appeared before him, announcing his son's new pregnancy. He could see the smug glint in Potter's eyes as if he defied all odds. Draco mentioned how there was a breakthrough with fertility magic where any couple get pregnant regardless of their sex, gender, or species. Although Lucius didn't listen much, as he was too busy silently thanking the stars for sparing his beloved son from the heartbreak.

'Father, are you alright?" Draco asked concerned. "I know this all of the sudden, but I promise Harry and I ha-"

Lucius captured both his son and his new son-in-law(?) in a warm embrace, "Nonsense, having a child is a blessing if you want it."

The two men were surprised by his unusual warm reception, but they're not going to take it for granted.

But before they left, Harry Potter held back and spoke to him.

"You know there's no age limit to fertility magic."

"What does that have to do with me, Potter?"

"In case you wanted to keep your options open, that's all." Harry said. "Any old flames you might want to rekindle."

But before he could respond, Potter left his office.

He thought about the possibility of having children at his age, and consequently his wife. The wife who he loved dearly, but not in the typical romantic sense. An arranged marriage of convenience that managed to sprout into something more beautiful and pure.

The wife who he separated with for their mutual freedom and happiness. The last he heard she was trotting around the globe, and possibly landed herself in a relationship with a witch. Maybe, this time finally it would be a marriage of romantic love.

Lucius thought about dating again, but ever since he gave out his heart to a certain ginger man. He had never been the same. He resigned himself to a lonely yet fulfilled life with his son.

It wasn't until he received a letter from Arthur Weasley requesting a meeting to discuss the current advancement in fertility magic, the very next day.

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I kinda need a super serious and angsty fic where Drarry are star-crossed lovers that genuinely couldn't be together. The Wizarding World simply wouldn't allow it. Something about Light and Dark magic being too volatile to be together.

The twist is Harry won't take it seriously at all, while Draco is just trying to do the right thing for once. They do both love each other, but they both know it's going to inevitably end up fatally.

Draco trying his best to break up with Harry for the better good, only for Harry to reply with the corniest fucking shit ever 😭

“Harry, at the end of the day, we’re just pawns in a chess board. You might be a king, but nonetheless still a pawn in this game that they have absolute control over.” Draco explained, trying with all his might to control his tears.

Harry replied, “Every king needs his queen.”

“That's what you bloody understood from everything that I have said?”

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Established Drarry encounters a peculiar Draco from another universe, which inevitably takes a toll on their relationship, and thus inevitably changes their lives forever.

After years of trials and tribulations, Draco and Harry were finally able to be together. From being childhood rivals to being on opposite sides of the war, it seemed like the world was inherently against them. However, their sheer love for one another aided them into overcoming this immense obstacle. Now, they both made amends and were free to love one another. They immediately paraded their relationship, tired of loving each other in secret. For the most part, it was well received with some apprehension from both sides, but nonetheless, everybody could see how Harry and Draco belonged to each other.

They complemented each other, which brought out their best sides. Harry humbled Draco, and Draco mellowed Harry out. This change was greatly welcomed by all. Despite, all odds, they managed to make it work. It was like a star-crossed love story that the Wizarding public, admittedly, ate up. Things were finally looking up for Harry and Draco.

It wasn’t until one day, Seamus smashed into Harry’s room to inform him that his boyfriend was cheating on him in the great hall at this very moment.

Harry was justifiably stunned at this revelation, as Seamus left him alone.

He was speechless because his boyfriend was naked in his arms underneath his sheets, still resting from their nightly romps. How could Draco cheat on him, when Draco never left his bed since last night?

Sensing something was wrong, he gently woke up his boyfriend. Stormy silver orbs framed by an adorable displeased expression appeared on his lover’s face. “Merlin, I’m still bloody sore from last night!”

“Sorry, but Seamus just said you cheated on me in the great hall just now.”

“Now, where would I find the time to cheat on you, when I’m too busy sitting on your prick since yesterday?” Draco fired back with amusement in his voice.

They made their way into the great hall only to be met with a commotion. A tall blonde figure had an iron grip on Hermione’s arm, as he shouted at her, “Only I get to call you a mudblood! You’re MINE!”

There was no doubt, it was Draco Malfoy. However, he had grown even taller, and managed to obtain some eight pack abs that were surprisingly visible through his robes. His hair was cut short and slicked back like it was when he was a child, topped off by that pureblood supremacy hairline.

Harry instinctively did some wandless magic, to push A!Draco away from Hermione, which turned all attention to him.

A!Draco took one look at them, and scoffed loudly, “Ew, I’m a poof in this universe, and with Potter too.”

Well that answered the question if this Draco had a Harry in his universe.

This Draco was clearly different from his Draco, both physically and mentally.

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Future Drarry where they inevitably break up after dating for many years since they couldn’t agree on their future. Harry wanted many children, but Draco doesn't children. Only for them to meet again down the line where Draco had a kid and Harry had none... yet.

Harry and Draco always rose against the odds. With their differing difficult circumstances, they still persevered and ended up in a loving relationship together. After the war, they assumed that they have finally reached their happy ending as they overcame all obstacles thrown their way.

However, what they never expected was the issue with their future. 

See, Harry had always wanted a big family as it was something that he was deprived of at an early age. He wanted to children to fill their home with love and warmth. Finding out that male pure bloods could get pregnant was the best thing in Harry's life. He wasn't against adoption, but knowing he'll continue the Potter blood lineage comforted him. After the war, he wanted to settle down with his beloved Draco, and hopefully start a family.

However, he didn't expect Draco to be so averse to having kids.

He grew up hearing Draco brag about being a Malfoy, so he had assumed that the blonde would want to have children someday. Every time Harry would bring up the topic of children, Draco would immediately shut him down. Frankly, this caused some difficult tension between them.

After barely surviving the war, Draco doesn't want to allow a child to go through what he had to. His parents loved him dearly, but in the end, they all suffered. He will see to it that the Malfoy bloodline ends with him.

Admittedly, he had always dreamt of having a child.Especially with his preference for wizards, it was comforting to know that he could still have a blood child. However, as much as he wanted it, he will never let it happen - this was his own personal cross to bear.

What he never expected was to fall in love with Harry Potter. Potter who had wanted his own Quidditch team purely made out of his children. He had been selfish keeping Harry to himself, knowing he won't be able to give him what he wanted. With that being said, he decided that he won't deprive Harry from his happiness any longer.

After an explosive argument, Draco had decided to break things off with Harry, despite the insistence of Harry that they could work it out and compromise.

Draco with his heart broken, thought he did was best for both of them. All he wished for was for Harry not to hate him.

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A year later, still not over his breakup, Draco spots Harry Potter carrying a ginger baby in his arms with the youngest Weasley. It seemed like his love managed to move on just fine, already fathering a baby with his ex.

Reeling from total anguish and regret of the sheer realization of what he had lost, Draco spiraled into his self-destructive vices. He had spent countless nights partying and sleeping with random muggle men. If most of those men happened looked a bit like Harry Potter, Draco would never tell. 

It wasn't until a night where he felt all pretty and plastered where he hooked up with a man who looked exactly like Harry, and all his habits.

Months later, Draco had a rude awakening as he was constantly sick. After a brief visit to the healers, he found out that he was a few months pregnant.

This was his biggest nightmare realized as he was knocked up with no partner to support him. He laughed at the bitter irony of leaving Harry so he could knock someone else up, only for Draco to get knocked up too.

Memories of his father ran through his head as he recalled his father's final revelation that he had once gotten pregnant by the Weasley patriarch, only for him to lose the baby, which also became the end of their relationship. He mentioned how his pregnancy almost killed him, and left him with nothing to show for it. Draco is filled with dread at his new reality. Of course, a fitting ending for a death eater scum like him.

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Draco after seeing Harry take a girl to the Yule Ball, despite Draco making himself available all week, and trying his best to get Harry's attention.

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thinking about a magical mishap where Harry is split into two twin bodies. One grounded by reason and the other by impulse.

Only to find a 'Harry' staking his claim on Draco in public, but the thing is Harry's already in a relationship with Ginny for months.

Misfortune seemed to follow Harry everywhere, despite everything he had been through. You'd think the war was the worst of it, but here he was involved in another dilemma. Maybe, it was naive of him to think that he finally got his happy ending after everything.

He had his friends turned family, justice, a loving girlfriend, but how come he wasn't entirely happy with the situation? Sure, he was content, but was he really happy?

It wasn't until the day where he was seemingly split into two bodies, where things started to change.

Normally, his head was a jumble of emotions and thoughts, but now it was like it was completely segregated into two. The easiest way to describe it was his rational side and his impulsive side. Both bodies looked identical to one another aside from mannerisms.

R!Harry was usually collected and reserved, but sometimes borderline frantic of not obeying orders and following the rules.

I!Harry was more of a wildcard that was interested in everything. As if this part of him as long been repressed, which explained the excitement.

His loved ones didn't necessarily know what to do, so they decided to keep the two Harrys together for safety. The Wizarding World didn't need to know that their savior was currently incapacitated in a way.

The two Harry were vastly different from one another despite appearance.

R!Harry abided by Hermione's instructions while I!Harry seemed to enjoy Ron's jovial presence.

When it came to Ginny, R!Harry always accompanied her as if it was his personal duty, while I!Harry had his bouts of interest with her, but it usually fizzled out after a while.

It wasn't until I!Harry managed to escape the room they were in, to explore the rest of Hogwarts and indulge himself.

Only for them to find him shoving down his tongue down Draco Malfoy's throat in the middle of the great hall to everyone's absolute shock.

Even with all their might, they couldn't pry off I!Harry from devouring that blonde boy right then and there.

"I apologize, usually I could control him from acting on his desires." R!Harry hastily explained.

"This just confirmed everything I needed to know." Ginny replied.

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Marriage of convenience Drarry where Harry wanted to become Head Auror but the ministry didn't believe that he had enough stability in his life for the role, while Draco had so many restrictions as a single death eater - so they decided to get married for the benefits

Initially, they had rules to ensure that their agreement goes smoothly. 

An open marriage only for muggle lovers. Mandatory attendance for social events with required public displays of affection. Living under the same roof. No taking up each other's time beyond what's needed.

oh, and no falling in love.

It was great at first, with Draco and Harry reaping the benefits of their new relationship. They were happy... too happy, which lead to some consequences.

They had both grown an attachment to one another, despite their set-up.

It was difficult to dislike somebody when you got to see who they were when nobody was looking. Suddenly, they both go through lovers like laundry - in an effort to incite jealousy to the other. They end up in the same bed a few times which just heightened the tension.

After a while, it stops being fun as they started to build a mutual resentment. Not being able to be fully honest and transparent with how they feel. The uncertainty of navigating a relationship built on circumstance.

It wasn't until one day, Draco finds out that's he pregnant.

Harry as a retaliation of getting his heart broken, foolishly kicks Draco out. He wanted a family with Draco, now he felt robbed of it. They both achieved what they wanted, now there was no reason to stay together.

Draco thought Harry never could ever love him, and this just proves it. He was fool thinking somebody like Harry could ever love him. Here he was without a home, with a child in his stomach - uncertain of the identity of the father.

It wasn't until he gave birth where that familiar shade of emerald told him everything he needed to know.

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Draco didn't quite understand what everyone was saying when they said that Potter had become a beefcake when he returned for their 8th year. Last he had known Potter was still a normal wizard until he saw HJP changing after a Quidditch game where he finally got it.

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Draco and Lucius out shopping together in Hogsmeade

Ron: Stay away from my family, you Slytherin slag!

Draco: Harry loves me, and I-

Ron: Shut it, Ferret. I'm not talking about you. I'm talking to your slag of a father.

Draco: ?!

Ron: Stay away from my father!

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Draco Malfoy has been missing for the past twelve years. or that's what Harry Potter had assumed, right before Narcissa barged her way into his office, pleading for him to find her only child. It seemed that Draco was living with Muggles all this time.

He remained in constant communication with his mother through letters, and calls. Only for him to completely disappear for an entire month. All her messages unanswered.

The last time Harry saw Draco was 12 years ago during his trial, now in his 30's, he must look for his previous blonde rival. Harry had everything he wanted in life, a successful career, a loving relationship and his beloved friends. So how come there's an empty lingering feeling that never quite left him since Hogwarts? Was he every truly satisfied with what he has?

What Harry never expected was for his investigation to lead him in a seedy red-light district within Muggle Britain. What would their pureblood princess be doing in a place like this?

Only to find the familiar blonde he was looking for, taking off his clothes in front of him.

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Imagine a modern semi-muggle au with recently divorced single father Harry Potter and his beloved son's pretty little babysitter, Draco Malfoy.

Admittedly, Harry was in over his head. He had a responsibility of raising his son alone, while he had to bear the burden of being the head auror. 

He doesn't know where everything went wrong. One moment he was married to his childhood sweetheart with a baby on the way.

The next moment, she had left him with nothing but divorce papers, and a termination of parental rights. Effectively, leaving him and his son all alone to fend for themselves.

For most of his life, Harry relied on the kindness of stranger to survive. He swore that he would never make James go through what he had to. Jumping around from guardian to guardian. Being handed to the one who could handle a charity case the most.

With that being said, he swore to give James everything in this world, everything Harry was deprived of when he was still a child.

However, he had severely underestimated the responsibility of raising a child, while maintaining his workload to provide for his family. He had to rely on his ex-wife's family, as embarrassing as that was, just to get by on more difficult days.

He tried hiring babysitters, but most of the time, he were just looking for the opportunity to sell the biggest scoop of the Chosen One's oh-so private life.

He was drowning his sorrows in a mandatory ministry gala, where an unlikely wizard offered him his saving grace.

He had offered the services of his only son to babysit James while he focused all his attention to the recent big auror cases that needed to be dealt with. 

In the haze of intoxication, Harry hesitantly agreed. It's not like he could afford to say no.

The next morning, Harry began to pace on what he had just foolishness he had gladly accepted. What was he thinking agreeing leaving his only son, in the hands of some pureblood princess, with a silver spoon so far up his-

Harry thoughts were broken by the ringing of his doorbell. When he opened the door, he honestly didn't know what he had expected. It wasn't a pretty young thing earnestly looking up at him. Long strands of platinum blonde hair, pale pink lips, and a pair of giant silver doe eyes were the first things to catch Harry’s attention.

All of these features combined, made for a pretty picture.

As he invited the boy inside, he found out that his name was Draco Malfoy, and that he graduated from Hogwarts earlier so he had all the time in the world.

He seemed very passionate about childrearing, with actual experiences babysitting for pureblood families. He was kind and polite, nothing like the presumption Harry had earlier. The eye candy didn't hurt either.

However, Harry was vigilant in ensuring that this blonde was fit in babysitting his only son.

For the rest of the day, he monitored how Draco interacted with James, and to his own surprise, Draco passed with flying colors. 

In turn, Draco finally became James' babysitter, and Harry's life becomes easier. He had more time for work, and his family.

A few weeks later, Harry never expected to consider Draco a permanent fixture in his and his son's lives. After their mutual attraction towards each other was revealed through a series of events, how will they navigate this long-forgotten and foreign path to love.

Especially, after the two shared a drunken passionate kiss in private. Ultimately, unsealing their overwhelming desires for one another, despite it all. Will Harry fuck up the best thing in his life in a long time?

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Ron randomly saves Draco from a fall during a Quidditch match which leads to Draco being completely infatuated with Ron, despite their volatile history.

Harry could only look in envy as HIS rival directs all his attention to his best mate

It was an intense game between the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin as both houses desperately wanted to best the other. The intensity of the game was only exacerbated by the pure skill that each of the players had, after years of going against each other.

While everyone's focus was on the game, nobody had seen Draco Malfoy, talented Slytherin seeker fall of his broomstick until the blonde was nearing the ground. Everyone could only look in shock as Draco was swooped up by a familiar ginger figure.

When the commotion stopped, everyone was met with Draco in a princess carry in the arms of his nemesis, Ron Weasley. To say everyone was shocked was an understatement, but nothing compared to the look of surprise and awe coming from the blonde himself.

"Careful, princess" Ron jested as a cheap shot to Draco's masculinity and pureblood heritage.

Usually, Draco would sneer something equally as hurtful, but he calmly replied, "Yes, thank you."

He made his way back into the arms of concerned Slytherins, with his face reddened.

Harry could only look in astonishment at this event, as an unfamiliar feeling started churning in his stomach. The game continued with Draco benched which lead to Gryffindor securing the win, with one of Slytherin's talented seekers out of the game.

"I just reacted instinctively. Had I known it was that pointy ferret, I would've just him fall." Ron snickered as they changed in the locker room.

"Don't say that, Ron." Harry scolded. Admittedly, he was still concerned about Draco.

"Hey! I actually saved him didn't I?" Ron shot back.

"I suppose. Having a Malfoy in your arms, following in your father's footsteps?" Harry jested. 

"He's light as a kneazle, mate." Ron casually commented. "He smells good too."

"You smelled him?" All amusement lost in Harry's voice.

"Can't really help it when he's all over me."

If Harry started doing things with too much force for the rest of the day, nobody had voiced anything.

The next day in the Great Hall, everyone was reading the Daily Prophet which had exclusive pictures of Draco in Ron's arms. Accompanied with a highly embellished story about history repeating itself, and the forbidden love between Malfoys and Weasleys, akin to a popular muggle love story. This moving picture seemed to mock Harry as Draco's pure adoration was seen clearly directed at Ron.

"Now I have to live with this forever." Ron complained.

"What you did was a good thing, there's no shame in that." Hermione reprimanded.

Suddenly, a blonde figure appeared before them or before Ron rather as it was Draco in the flesh.

This was a rare sight in itself as Draco mostly kept to his table outside of his loud insults.

But what was even more baffling was the expression on the blonde's face, it was a bashful expression, some might say demure even.

"Wea- Ronald. My parents heard about what happened, and they wanted to give you their thanks." Draco meekly replied.

"Thanks I guess."

Draco then pulled out an expensive box of foreign chocolates, handing it to Ron. One that Ron immediately took with stars in his eyes. It was a rude gesture, even Harry could tell you that, but he didn't see any offense in Draco's face.

A cough coming from Hermione broke Ron's reverie as he took the hint, "Err, would you like to share them with me?" Ron reluctantly offered to Draco.

A wide smile appeared on Draco's face, "I'd be delighted to."

He then sat beside Ron, despite being on the other side of the table - now sandwiched between Harry and Ron.

There was an awkward atmosphere at the new presence in the table, but it seemed like Draco was impervious to this as he finally regained his usual demeanor. He would insult Ron, albeit this time they were considerably harmless. Ron would insult him back, which he gleefully replies with a laugh. During this entire time, he had not once shown any attention towards Harry, who used to be the main object of his torment. This disgruntled Harry as he started to feel left out. That strange feeling also started to come back.

When they went to the Gryffindor dorm, Hermione was first to comment. 

"I'm proud of you being cordial with Malfoy." She praised Ron, which reddened his face. It was common knowledge that Ron was crushing on Hermione.

"I suppose, he's alright if he's not being a huge prat."

"Isn't this a weird development though?" Harry asked.

"Maybe, but at least it's better than Draco hurling insults at us."

The next week, Draco seemed to trail after Ron like an abandoned puppy. Much to Harry's own chagrin, Ron seemed to genuinely enjoy the blonde's company.

They would frequently play chess together, eat together, and once even went to Hogsmeade alone. Every single time Harry caught them, Draco had that stupid look of admiration towards Ron, which only aggravated him further. Malfoy must be up to something, and it was Harry's job to figure out what it was.

He confronted Ron the next day. "What's up with you and Malfoy?"

"What do you mean?"

"Spending all that time together."

"He's... good company, underneath all that bravado and pureblood purity, he's actually a decent mate." Ron earnestly answered.

Hearing this just infuriated Harry further, didn't Draco and Ron HATE each other? Why are they being so buddy buddy now. That unfamiliar feeling in his stomach now registered as envy, but Harry wasn't quite sure who it was directed to.

"Oh I'm quite sure. With him being infatuated with you and all." Harry spat out in a petty manner.

Ron stopped what he was doing, and looked at Harry dead in the eye, "Is there something wrong with that?"

This took Harry by surprise, "Well no-"

"Why? Are you so used to being the one adored? The savior who saved everyone?" Ron accused. "I hate to break it to you, mate. But I saved Draco, not you"

Harry wanted to deny, but he couldn't.

"Who knows? Maybe, I'll give Draco a chance, he does seem awfully sweet to me recently." Ron continued, adding salt to the wound.

That intense discomforting feeling returned to Harry's stomach at Ron's words. This wasn't envy, this was pure jealousy at the prospect of Ron taking Draco away from Harry. If he wanted Draco, he knew he had to act quick.

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Imagine Beefcake Harry and Victim Weight Draco constantly bickering with one another in front of everyone. The sheer size difference with Harry easily eclipsing Draco in body mass yet Draco's scrawny figure doesn't falter.

It's ironic how Draco used to tower over every single boy in his year, now majority of them grew bigger than him as they developed puberty. Draco still had his respectable height yet people like Longbottom, Weasley, and Blaise seemed to have a grow spurt over the break.

However, nobody seemed to grow as much as Harry Potter who used to be a short and frail boy to a sizable young wizard who outgrew everyone by a mile. Draco heard whispers of some physical muggle labor that Harry had to endure throughout the break, but he paid it no mind.

It doesn't matter that Potter seemed to tower over him now, nor the fact that he seemed to grow twice his size. Malfoy men were known to be tall and lithe if all past patriarchs were any indicator. They don't need bulging muscles to be efficient, when most of their talents relied on their wisdom and intellect. Stupid brutes like Potter need their bodies to overcompensate for their lack of actual proficiency. Draco could do anything they could without even breaking a sweat.

Potter may have transformed himself into a brute but he was still the same boy Draco considered beneath him all those years ago. However, with his new body, Potter seemed to also obtain a new found confidence as he began retaliating against Draco. This infuriated Draco as he wanted nothing but to wipe that smug grin off Potter's face.

Pansy warned him to be careful, and that Potter could easily break his bones with a tight grip. This elicited a weird pang in Draco's stomach as he tried to imagine Potter laying a hand on him.

"I'd love to see him try." He responded with a satisfied smirk.

"I'm sure you do." She replied too quickly.

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After Voldemort was defeated, Harry Potter disappeared from the public eye. There was no nefarious reasoning behind this vanishing, except for the fact that Harry wanted to exclusively live out the rest of his life as Draco's trophy husband service top.

In the beginning, wixen saw the savior's disappearance as a symbol of dread. How could Harry abandon them after they had just won? 

There were multiple speculations on what had happened the chosen one. Rumors of his death to various causes circulated around.

It wasn't until Harry Potter made his appearance in a ministry gala with no fanfare. After months of speculation, here was the Wizarding World's savior looking happy and healthy. However... he was seemingly attached to the hip with his former rival, ex-deatheater, Draco Malfoy.

The same Malfoy who was pardoned from his crimes, and managed to obtain back his fortune. The same Malfoy who was now a prominent member of the ministry. The same Malfoy who had unveiled a baby bump at the same gala. All everyone in attendance could do was observe the great savior, Potter who seemed to dote on the blonde and presumably their beloved child.

News seemed to travel like lightning around the Wizarding World, upon sightings of the beloved savior had spread. Friends and family of Harry declined to make any comment on the matter, aside from reassuring the public that he is content with his life now.

A year later, Harry Potter was spotted again in a muggle park with his new child, and Malfoy sporting another baby bump. There were some heavy concern with Harry's disappearance and his attachment to his former rival. However, they couldn't deny the absolute joy found in Harry's face as he tended to his new family.

I wanted to try letting Harry be a trophy house husband for once, since I have several Draco trophy wife drabbles in the past. 

Let him live comfortably off Malfoy's fortune after years of risking his life lol

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Tops are so easy to manipulate, you can just go ‘wow you have such big arms’ and they’ll give you c*ck anytime you want

Imagine if this was Draco referring to a borderline malnourished Harry whose arms are barely bigger than his. Draco gushing about Potter and his body, meanwhile Harry's trying to kick his bad eating habits he developed living with the Dursleys, and hoping it won't develop into an actual eating disorder. It doesn't matter since Harry absolutely preens at the compliment nonetheless and gives Draco what he wants.

But also thinking about Harry as one of those skinny tall guys with big dicks (derogatory) like Harry being so hung that it offsets his center of gravity every now and then. Harry needing to take a breather every time he gets aroused since all the blood rushes to his REDACTED and he gets woozy for a while. Drarry needing to wait a couple of minutes before they actually get around to fucking.

Harry trying to manhandle Draco, but he ends up overexerting himself into exhaustion with just trying to carry the blonde to bed.

how did I go from a beefcake Harry truther to playing with two bags of bones IJBOL

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Harry: Did you know Malfoy doesn't like girls?!

Hermione: Hm, It does makes sense with his pureblood pedigree. It doesn't surprise me that he's probably also quite misogynistic if the archaic pureblood traditions and values that he loves to uphold are any indicator.

Harry, hiding the hickeys on his neck: No, I meant that he likes boys, but yeah, probably that too...

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Imagine an angsty Omegaverse drarry where alpha hjp wanted kids yet omega dlm didn't. Until dlm gets pregnant but he loses the baby out of nowhere. Now hjp is traumatized from almost losing his mate but dlm wants to try again.

All Harry wanted to was to have a family. Some might blame it on his alpha instincts, but Harry knew ever since he had lost his parents that night. He would do everything in his power to compensate for that tragic loss, with making a family of his own, to cherish and love.

It was no surprise he found himself infatuated with Draco, the paragon of omegahood. Seemingly the picture of delicacy and being disarming.

However, what attracted Harry the most to the blonde is how Draco seemed to subvert all these expectations imposed upon him.

He was bold, headstrong, blunt, and even offensive at times. If this threw other alphas off, it did not once deter Harry Potter.

In his luck, Draco seemed to hold the same affection for him, as the omega had made him the target of his ridicule and affection.

It was no surprise to anybody that Harry and Draco were the first ones to be mated after they had graduated from Hogwarts. It seemed inevitable as those two wizards gravitated towards each other at any given moment. 

What surprised everyone was the lack of addition in the family.

Harry's yearning for a family was notorious within the Hogwarts student body, but as was Draco's distain for parenthood. Despite these being common knowledge, the two wizards still entered a relationship together knowing the complete difference of their goals in life.

Harry will admit that the selfish and prideful alpha side in him, was convinced that he could easily persuaded his new mate into expanding the family. Merlin knew that he tried convincing Draco day and night since their bonding. However, Draco was too headstrong and set in his ways.

It didn't matter to Harry as long as he had Draco, who he loved dearly, it was alright with him. Others would k*ll to be in his position so he wouldn't take it for granted. 

However, he couldn't help the pang of hurt every time his friends expected a child with their partners.

It wasn't until one day where Draco had found himself pregnant as he informed his husband. Harry was ready to support Draco in any of his decisions, but he couldn't help but feel like the universe was adding salt to the wound.

but to his absolute pleasant surprise, Draco said he wanted to keep the baby.

Harry couldn't contain his excitement, he was finally getting that family he had always wanted. He asked Draco again if he was sure, he had wanted to keep the child. Gleefully, Draco reaffirmed his decision as he embraced by his alpha.

Harry was on cloud nine as he doted on his pregnant omega. If he was possessive before, he was now overbearing as he accompanied his wife everywhere. He was doing everything in his power to make sure that his wife was comfortable.

Until months later, there was a searing pain in Draco's stomach. Harry wasted no time to rush the blonde to St. Mungo's. Healers quickly isolated Draco away as Harry waited on bated breath. Hours later, with still no sign of his omega, a pit of dread started to grow in Harry's stomach.

Suddenly, a healer approached him with a sorrowful expression on her face. He could see her mouth still moving but all that rang in his head was "they couldn't save the baby, and his omega's life was still at risk."

Harry fell to his knees at the prospect of losing his omega. Suddenly, two pairs of hands found him. Hermione and Ron had arrived as they tried to comfort their friend. Hours passed by as Harry couldn't even grieve the loss of his child, because he was too worried about the state of his mate. If losing a child wasn't enough, the mere idea of losing Draco, absolutely destroyed Harry.

At the end of the night, a healer had informed Harry that his mate had finally become stable, and that he should come back tomorrow to be able to see his omega.

Harry couldn't even relish in the relief as he wouldn't be satisfied until he sees Draco for himself.

The next day, he could finally see Draco, who was paler than usual, and seemingly looked fatigued. Regardless, he still smiled upon seeing his husband approach him. Harry couldn't help himself, but to immediately embrace his omega as tears dripped from their faces. They cried for the loss of their child, and for the mere chance of being in each other's arms again. This was a traumatic experience, one they could have easily avoided if Harry didn't push Draco for his own selfish wants. If giving him a child would cost Draco's life, he would choose Draco every single time.

Months later, Draco tried to be intimate with Harry again. However, the alpha was wary about Draco's condition, despite the clear bill of health they had received from the healers a month ago. Despite this he had indulged his mate.

However, once Draco had begged Harry to come inside him, Harry's arousal immediately deflated as he instantly pulled away from the blonde. Draco, hurt by this action, began to ask why.

"The wound is too fresh, Draco." Harry replied.

"Harry, I'm serious." Draco quietly admitted. "I want to try again."

Draco could see the sheer hurt in his alpha's eyes, "No. I'm not letting that happen to you again."

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Finally watched Anora on the plane ride home so I can't stop thinking of a Modern AU Drarry version. Draco as a Muggle sex worker after running away from his responsibilities as a pureblood heir. He gets married to Viktor Krum without knowing he's from a prominent pureblood family. Draco thought he was just some successful son of a foreign muggle mogul. They had gotten married after a week long bender where Krum showered Draco in all the muggle finery he desired with no second thought.

Draco had to admit he missed the life of luxury that his previous life allowed him to afford. However, it doesn't compare to the taste of freedom he has in the muggle world. He has long abandoned the Wizarding World and the shackles that it came with to heirs like him. If spoiled brats like Viktor Krum were his golden ticket back into luxury so be it.

So when 3 men barged into their home and demanding for a divorce, needless to say, Draco was blindsided. Viktor, his sorry excuse of a husband, even had the gall to leave him behind. Draco had put up a fight, Godric knows you don't survive without having to. It was 3 burly men against one, yet Draco managed to physically damage every single of one them. If only it wasn't for that tank of a man with messy dark hair, crooked glasses, and piercing emerald eyes, easily pinning him down with his entire weight.

It wasn't until Draco observed that they were carrying wands, which made his heart drop to his stomach. He had stopped physically resisting yet let his mouth run as he berated these men into listening to him. Especially that green-eyed prick how was currently manhandling him right now.

As a result, he was gagged and subdued while the 3 men explained the situation to him. Victor was apparently the heir to the powerful Krum dynasty, and IS betrothed to a pureblood witch. Draco and Viktor's secret marriage is suddenly an obstacle they had never anticipated.

An obstacle they needed to fix, so they need them to get divorced immediately without the Wizarding World and more importantly Viktor's parents knowing.

Draco doesn't know why they're explaining this to him when he's supposed to be just a regular muggle sex worker.

"We already know who you are, Draco Malfoy." The glasses-wearing brick house muttered. "I'm Harry, by the way." He reached over his hand for a handshake, as if Draco wasn't gagged and bound at the moment.

"Oh sorry." He untied Draco and removed his gag without letting him go from his arms. "What type of fucking name is Harry?"

"What type of name is Draco?" The man responded.

"Don't you fucking call me that, it's Dray." Draco angrily shot back

"Draco is better." The man easily responded with a smile.

"Anyway, Dray, Draco. It doesn't fucking matter. If you don't want us to cash in that missing wizard bounty for a certain Malfoy heir. You better be pretty and pliant as he get you and Viktor divorced." Another man called out as he nursed his broken nose.

Without a choice, Draco joined the rest of the men in finding his good for nothing husband throughout the city. It wasn't that Draco actually loved Viktor, but more of the nearing absence of luxury that whale provided for him. Regardless, he would rather live in poverty than return to his parents.

For the entire duration of their journey, Harry kept on pestering him, much to Draco's own dismay. He had found out that Harry was Viktor's schoolmate from Durmstrang and that now he was currently working for his parents. Draco hated seeing this man look at him with either pity or amusement, so he had always responded to him scathingly. He even had the gall to offer him the scarf that he gagged Draco with earlier as they were walking through the snow.

When they found Viktor, he was plastered as he avoided even acknowledging Draco. All those promises to make Draco his beautiful wife, who never needs to work another day in his life were gone with the wind. All Viktor could focus on was his parents knowing about this sham marriage.

With no grand fanfare, they had signed the divorce papers, with Draco making sure to get the last word in with a scathing remark directed towards his ex-husband. Now, Draco was escorted home with Harry of all people as he nursed his wounds. It was oddly comforting having Harry there even he could stand the giant. At least he was empathetic enough to not kick Draco while he was down. When they reached Draco's shitty little apartment in Harry's shitty little car. This was finally the end. Suddenly, Harry pulled out the expensive engagement ring Viktor had bought for him. "I think this is the least of what you deserve."

Draco suddenly climbed into Harry's lap as he sloppily tried to ride the man. Harry then tried to kiss him which as a result caused Draco to shed some tears after all this time. Crying into the arms of this man who had given a shit about him since a very long time.

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Ron Weasley when he spots Draco Malfoy, a notorious pureblood omega trying to seduce Harry Potter, a muggle-raised alpha into becoming his mate by pretending to be a typical submissive omega.

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Harry who always found Draco to be attractive since their first meeting, but never voicing it out, due to the blonde's notoriety around Hogwarts. Until after the war where Draco managed to repair his reputation and relationships with everyone.

Draco was noticeably different than who he was. With growing out his hair, and the stark difference in his demeanor, it was as if the Draco they all knew and well frankly, hated was now gone.

Harry didn't mind this change, in fact he welcomed it. At least he didn't have to worry about Draco tormenting his life any longer. Even if sometimes it felt like Draco was more like a doll - a shell of his former self, whenever he would see the blonde in public. He had spent majority of his life observing the blonde, so it was inevitable for him to be uncomfortable with the blonde's sudden change.

The problems start to arise when everybody else started to paid more attention to Draco too. It was one night where Harry and almost everyone in his year were out drinking at the Three Broomsticks Inn. He was seated at a crowded table with some wizards from different houses, nursing their own firewhiskies.

"Don't you think Malfoy is quite pretty for a bloke?" Neville commented with his cheeks flushed red.

Harry nearly spat out his drink at this comment as all eyes turned to the usually reserved boy.

"I have to agree." Nott commented. "I thought him growing out his hair would make him look like his father, but he looks more like his mother in certain ways." 

Now everyone's eyes turned to look at Malfoy who was in a polite conversation with Luna, with a warm smile that never left his lips. Noticing gazes on him, a pair of silver eyes moves to the direction of their table. Most of the table averts their gaze from the blonde in politeness, all except Harry who maintained his gaze. Draco shot him a confused look, and a hesitant wave.

But before Harry could respond, Ron raised his glass in greeting to the blonde with a slight nod. Apparently, Harry wasn't the only one looking at Draco. After Draco returned his attention back to Luna, the table restarted their conversation.

"The Ferret is prettier with his mouth shut." Ron added after a beat of silence. "Unfortunately."

This conversation unnerved Harry because all his life, he had found Draco beautiful even with the most disgusting things coming out his mouth. However, he never expected anyone else seeing it too.

As the night went on, with more alcohol going down their systems, Nott suddenly announced to the table with a slight slur. "If I don't get lucky tonight, I'll take Draco back into my dorm."

"What makes you say that he'll say yes this time." Zabini chuckled.

"He's on borrowed time." Nott shot them a smug smirk as he explained to the rest of the table. "You think Draco changed from the goodness of his own heart? He needs to make himself more palatable since he knows he needs to find himself a suitable partner since we're about to graduate."

"Despite everything, I'm still a pureblood heir, and nobody's got the actual bollocks to approach him so he's good as mine."

"If he's looking for a pureblood partner then aren't we all eligible?" Neville unhelpfully commented with a slight flush on his face.

Harry could feel the rage fill his body upon hearing those words, and seeing the twinkle of interest in most of his friends' eyes. He got up, saying he needed the loo.

Without a second thought, he walked over to Draco, whose cheeks were flushed pink from the alcohol, looking adorable. When Draco noticed his approaching figure, there was a smile on his lips. "Hullo, Harry."

"Hullo, Draco. Mind if I pull you outside for a chat?" Harry returned with a warm grin.

Once they made their way outside, making sure to pass by his table with him holding Draco's hand as a petty attempt to assert dominance. Those silver eyes were now only directed to Harry and Harry only.

"You know Nott been bragging to everyone that he'll shag you tonight."

Draco's already rosy cheeks got darker upon this revelation, as he averted his gaze away from Harry. "And how is this any of your business, Potter?"

"It's my business since I saw you when nobody else wanted to look."

"And somebody else looking at me upsets you?"

"Greatly so."

"Why?"

"You know exactly why."

"I'm not going to deal with someone who's clearly inept in communicating." Draco scoffed out with a snarky tone. Harry couldn't contain his joy upon seeing that the Draco he always knew hasn't fully disappeared.

"I want you, and you're mine. They don't deserve a fraction of you, not even a fake facade."

Those silver eyes seemed to pierce right through him. "And you deserve me?"

For the first time, Harry captures Draco's lips in a desperate kiss as he realizes he could no longer go back.

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Harry plays a prank everyone by admitting that Draco Malfoy is actually secretly a Veela…

What he never anticipated was everyone confessing that no wonder they wanted to fuck Draco all along.

Harry didn’t know exactly what made him decide to do this. Maybe, he was in a playful mood and he wanted to stir some trouble. Maybe, Malfoy had been getting on his nerves more often. Maybe, he was just curious on how everyone would react to this information.

“Did you know Malfoy has some Veela blood in him?” Harry softly announced over breakfast to his table akin to a private confession. He knew people hung over his every word, so he made sure it was loud enough for people to hear. Thankfully, the blonde Slytherin wasn’t in the Great Hall to overhear.

“Thank Merlin! I knew there had to be something with that pointy ferret.” Ron cheered from the table as he couldn’t contain his excitement. “I was going crazy with thinking about shagging him only to find out it’s not me, it’s just his bloody Veela allure.”

Harry had been at loss of words at his best friend’s sudden confession, but with the faces everyone else’s turned flushed red, it seemed like this wasn’t an isolated incident. There was a pit of an unusual feeling in his stomach upon seeing his friends' reactions.

“I thought only women could be Veelas?” Dean asked perplexed by the whole thing, but after a few beats. “But then again this kinda makes sense.”

“I suppose Malfoy’s been looking quite fit lately.” Neville admitted with a flush face.

“Poor Neville’s been victimized by Malfoy’s allure!” Seamus cut in with a wide grin on his face, which resulted in a roar of laughter around the table.

"Wait, Harry. How did you exactly find out?" Dean asked curiously, now all eyes were on him. Harry had an excuse ready but-

There was a new addition to the Great Hall as Draco walked in with Crabbe and Goyle in tow. Draco looked naturally ethereal so no wonder this rumor was easily believed by most students. All eyes were on him as he walked towards the Slytherin table. “Look at him using his bloody allure to make those two Slytherin boys to do his every bidding, how cruel.” Ron commented as everyone else agreed. The rest of the time was spent snarking on Draco and his appearance which was what Harry had wanted to achieve in the first place.

It was a stupid conversation and Harry didn’t give it a second thought as they left the table that day. It wasn’t until days later he faced with the repercussions of his ‘harmless’ tall tale.

“He tried to assault me!” Draco shrieked out as he justified his hex on Seamus to a crowd of students. Seamus was currently lying on the floor with Draco standing above him. Harry had wanted to see all of commotion.

“It’s your Veela allure, you’ve brainwashed me, you Slytherin scum.” Seamus spat out, directing all the blame towards Draco.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Draco demanded as a pang of guilt hit Harry hard. It was his stupid tale that caused all this. He was ready to admit to it and clarify the situation but-

“You’re a nasty Veela slag who’s tempting all the wizards in Hogwarts.” Seamus continued as he winced in pain. “Harry said so.”

The silence in the room was deafening as all eyes turned to look at Harry Potter, the boy who... lied? Draco's silver eyes seemed to pierce at him.

Draco vexed sneer slowly melted into an expression of saccharine bashfulness. “I hate to break it to you, but Pott- Harry already took the position as my lifelong mate. My Veela allure wouldn’t work on anybody but my mate.”

“In fact, I’m sure that my mate would gladly defend my honor, and engage in a duel to the death mayhaps.” Draco added clearly pushing the envelope.

“Good luck getting rid of me now, Potter.” Draco whispered in his ear as he snaked his entire frame against Harry’s bulkier body. “Serves you right for running your bloody mouth.”

Harry could only gulp in horror upon realizing what his loose lips had gotten him into. However, with Draco’s lithe body in his arms, he couldn’t say he entirely minded.

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Drarry liked each other, this was a widely accepted fact, yet nothing seemed to come into fruition. Draco with his notorious jealous games and Harry’s supposed nonchalance. Could Draco entice Harry into finally making his move?

Harry and Draco had been beating around the bush for as long as they could remember. Everyone could clearly tell that they both liked each other as the tension between was palpable even since they were children. However, even as years passed since the war, not one of them had made any moves to advance their relationship.

Draco didn’t have anything left if not his pride. After the end of the war, he had rightfully lost all his family’s money and power yet he still kept his head held high. This was a reason why he was so adamant in getting Harry to confess to him and not the other way around. He needed to prove to himself and to others that was still of value, that a high ranking man such as Harry Potter wanted him. Even if his feelings for Harry were genuine, he couldn't act on it. At least, not until Harry did.

The most efficient plan that popped into his head was to taunt Potter by flirting with all his friends, which will have him in a jealous rage, desperate to finally claim Draco for himself.

Draco tried everything in his power to get Harry jealous, but all he met with was Harry’s disinterested glance. He even pulled out all the stops, but to no avail. Harry seemingly couldn't care less about what Draco did with his friends, which admittedly hurt his ego.

He shared a cup with Seamus, making sure he drank directly where the other boy’s lips had been. Harry just nursed his own drink, unbothered.

He had crawled into the lap of a very surprised Dean Thomas with the excuse that he was so bloody tired, he was about to faint. Harry just remained in his seat as he made no movement.

He cuddled against Blaise with the excuse of seeking warmth due to the colder weather, despite it being nowhere near winter. Harry just took off his jacket, yet made no moves to hand it over to Draco.

He often publicly compared the size of his own lithe body with Neville’s bulkier body, always making sure to loudly ogle and praise the boy for his sheer size. Harry who was clearly bigger than Neville, just started at his hand before returning to his activity.

Draco was about to give up. Maybe, he read Harry all wrong, and the boy who lived genuinely wasn’t interested in him. He had already made a fool of himself so he was at the cusp of giving up. Maybe, he should take his chances elsewhere, where at least he'll be wanted. However, one quiet morning as an act of good faith, Weasley had randomly invited him to a game of chess in the common room. It was still early so nobody else was awake, so Draco had happily accepted.

Truthfully, Draco had long been interested in Weasley, but they were always at odds. With their family background, it was no wonder that they never really had a chance to get to know one another. Ronald offered him an olive branch, and Draco would be a fool if he wouldn’t have accepted it. Besides, he had long heard about Ron’s proficiency in the game, and Draco wanted to best him.

However, before they could start the game, a door suddenly bursts open, accompanied by a frazzled looking Harry.

“You!” He shouted at them, Ron and Draco shared a startled look, unsure who he was exactly referring to.

“You’ve already have the perfect witch by your side, now you want the perfect wizard too?” His emerald eyes were dressed in a harsh glare directed towards his best mate. “Greedy Bastard.”

“And you!” Harry’s gaze turned to Draco, less fury, more anguish. “I’m sorry Draco, but even I have my limits. I can’t believe you would swoop that low to even consider him.”

A faint “Hey!” Could be heard from the other side of the table, but the two didn’t pay it any attention.

“You win alright. I’m bloody obsessed with you.” Harry pleaded as he finally looked Draco in the eyes. “Please let me court you.”

Draco was taken aback since this was never part of his plan. However, he wouldn’t look this gift horse in the mouth as he accepted his unexpected victory.

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Harry developed the habit of buying Draco muggle animal plushies every time he goes to Muggle society, in an effort to have the pureblood heir change his perspective on muggle culture.

Draco builds an impressive collection, until Harry notices a few new additions...

It was no secret that Draco has had a lot of apprehensions about Muggle culture. Even if the blonde had turned a new leaf by the end of the war, he couldn’t easily unlearn all the vitriol and poison that was ingrained into his mind for all his life.

Not for a lack of trying as Harry could see first-hand, how Draco tried his best to be open-minded about learning aspects of muggle culture. However, the blonde couldn’t help but to slip into that familiar position of ignorance and condescension at aspects he didn’t fully understand.

Harry decided to start small in his approach to help out his sheltered boyfriend. He had developed the habit of gifting little muggle trinkets to Draco, which the blonde fully welcomed. It was adorable seeing Draco hesitantly trying to tinker with these muggle items. However, Harry had noticed that Draco was very fond of the small muggle animal plushies that he would bring home to him. The blonde would hold it very delicately in his arms as he cooed over it as if it was a real animal. Draco had told him that he used to have a dragon plushie when he was younger that he absolutely treasured. He used to even sneak it into his chest when he started to attend Hogwarts. Naturally, Harry had bought even more to please the blonde as this cycle began and continued.

After months go by, the blonde had amassed an impressive collection of animal plushies, all given to him by his boyfriend. The blonde’s room was almost akin to a zoo as Draco insisted that they should be displayed, directly on top of his bed or around the room. This would’ve been fine, adorable even. However, he couldn’t help but feel like he was being watched as he made out with his boyfriend. Even more, when he'd try to get inside Draco's guts, only for the blonde to force him to turn each of them away as if they were sentient beings.

His favorite was a custom green button-eyed stag with impressive horn details and a peculiar scar stitching detail in its face, which cost Harry a pretty penny. One that Draco lovingly called "Potty." However, seeing his boyfriend snuggle up to the plushie made his heart soar.

It even got around the Hogwarts grapevine that Draco had developed a penchant for muggle plushies, which was met with harmless jests from the other wizards. Despite this, Draco's love for them remained steadfast as he proudly wore his love for his collection on his sleeve.

Everything was going great, Draco had developed a new appreciation for muggle culture even if it was something comparatively miniscule. Until Harry had spotted a new orange weasel plushie on Draco’s bed, one he hadn't recognized buying.

“Draco, when did I get you this orange weasel?” Harry had asked carefully as he stared at it. Those beady soulless black eyes seemed to mock Harry’s entire being. Maybe, he had just forgotten where and when he had purchased it for the blonde. However, he had his doubts because why would he purchase a weasel with such a garish color.

“Oh, I think Ronald gave that to me, around two weeks ago.” Draco earnestly answered as he widely smiled at him, pleased that his boyfriend took an interest in his plushies.

Dread started to pool in Harry’s stomach as he finally noticed the new intruders in all sea of all their artificial children. He then had spotted an unfamiliar cowardly lion with a great mane and a sly fox with a clover design, then his gaze fell to a hairy blonde boar wearing a strikingly familiar Hufflepuff scarf.

Harry had then decided right then and there, that he needed to eliminate these intruders for the sake of Draco and all his beloved children. (He sent Ron, Neville, Seamus and Ernie decapitated heads of their bastard children as both a warning and a message.)

Draco was obviously upset at the loss of four of his babies, but it was alright since he had Harry and all his other "children" to comfort him. Especially after Harry graciously offered to give him more to make up for their loss.

Based most of the plushies on their respective canon partronuses, except Ron’s and Neville’s since I think a weasel plushie is cuter than a dog.

When it's revealed that Draco grew up seeing a similar orange weasel plushie in his father’s office, encased in a special glass…

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Draco and Harry get finally together but their relationship is still as volatile as ever. They break up and makeup at least 4 times every month. Fools try to take advantage whenever they’re on their break but to no avail. Drarry always seem to find their way back to each other.

It was a common sight to see the two wizards fighting about Merlin knows what, as they screamed at each other at the top of their lungs. At first, it was a spectacle for everyone as they waited on bated breath to see if the couple would actually break up for good this time.

However, like clockwork, Harry and Draco always seemed to find their way back in each other’s arms… er, tongues.

Even when they were still nursing their physical and emotional wounds, they couldn’t get enough of one another as if they were incapable of living without the other.

Their fights ranged from small squabbles to actual trading of physical blows. There were even rumors that Draco had broken up with Harry simply because he forgot to compliment the blonde first thing in the morning. It was never confirmed but people have noted how Harry now had the habit to always compliment the blonde out loud during breakfast.

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“Pansy, I swear, this is the final straw. I’m finally done with that prat.” Draco whined to his best friend in the Slytherin dorms.

“What did Potter do this time?” Pansy responded, with a bored infliction.

“It’s more of what he didn’t do. The hurt was evident in Draco’s voice, laced with fury. “Never mind, it doesn't matter, I've sworn off Gryffindorks for the rest of my life!”

Later in the day, Draco Malfoy was found asleep and cuddling with Harry Potter in the Gryffindor dorms.

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Harry barged into the Gryffindor common room. "Mate, I'm bloody done with that blonde pureblood prat."

"Really now?" Ron replied unimpressed.

Harry finally took a deep breath, looking far too tired. “It just gets to a point, you know. I love him, but is it even worth it at this point?"

Draco entered the room and simply batted his eyelashes at Harry. Harry hesitated, "Well, maybe, it is."

"Thought so."

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During their little breakups, Draco and Harry usually entertain offers in an effort to make the other jealous, but it doesn’t go beyond this. They knew that were desired by the rest of the student body, so they used that to their advantage.

When asked in private, Draco just scoffs at them, offended that they would even have the audacity to think they had a chance with him. However, if a wizard asked him out in front of a certain savior, Draco Malfoy was suddenly more amiable as the blonde would find the time to actually entertain those who were interested for just a few minutes.

Harry would accept any invitation thrown his way, but he just keeps on talking about Draco for the entire duration. Leaving no room for any possible romance, as it was more akin to a friendly outing rather than an actual date. He made sure news of his "date" always made it Draco though.

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"You shameless brute! I can't believe you went out with the weaslette." Draco accused, fury evident in his face.

"All of the Gryffindors went to Hogsmeade together. Besides, she's like a sister to me." Harry explained, secretly pleased that he managed to elicit such a reaction from the blonde.

"Oh, so you see her as part of your future family now?" Draco's voice was laced with hurt.

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"Why the hell are you offering free "comfort" to all the members of Dumbledore's Army?" Harry demanded as he overheard Neville talking about Draco with Seamus.

"I'm just doing my part in making reparations to those I have wronged." Draco responded coyly, yet he had that mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"You can start with me." Harry pulled him into his bedroom, uncaring if anybody else saw.

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Harry tried talking up some random witch at a party as his emerald eyes steadily looked for Draco’s reaction. When the blonde just ran out hastily ran out the room, not giving Harry the satisfaction of seeing him affected, his silver eyes glistened with unshed tears. Harry couldn’t help himself but to race after the upset blonde, ultimately weak to the sight of the blonde’s anguish. His prior conversation partner long forgotten.

Hurting Draco was never his intention. Merlin, why did he have to be such a huge prat sometimes. He hoped the blonde could forgive him, and take him back after this.

The blonde's petty nature demanded him to get his revenge even if Harry had clarified what happened that night.

Draco had planted himself on top of Theo Nott’s lap when everyone was in the common room which included a certain emerald-eyed savior. The blonde was laying it on thick as he flirted with the Slytherin boy, which Theo gladly reciprocated. Once Harry had left the room in a fit of rage, Draco immediately got off from the other boy’s lap. When Theo tried to wrap his hands around Draco’s waist. The blonde easily broke out of the other boy’s grip.

“Get your filthy hands off me, before I hex your bollocks off.” Draco sneered at the boy

In the end, they still manage to get married, despite breaking off their engagement several times, and eventually have a whole quidditch team of children.

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Hermione having the rare chance to catch up with Draco after middle-aged divorceés, Drarry finally get together after their previous marriages failed:

Hermione: Draco, how did you and Harry finally get together? I knew that you'd inevitably get together, but I have never anticipated for it to be this long.

Draco: I had just gotten out of a long relationship. She unfortunately passed away.

Hermione: She?!

Draco: Yes, she made me into the husband and father I am today.

Hermione: Husband?!

Hermione: So... you didn't give birth to Scorpius?

Draco: I'm afraid Astoria deserves all the credit for that one.

Hermione: I have never heard of Astoria Greengrass getting married.

Draco: Well, she used to be my wife.

Hermione: Spouse, got it. Was it a lavender marriage?

Draco: I apologize I'm quite unfamiliar with your muggle terms.

Hermione: Nevermind, so, how did you and Astoria end up together?

Draco: Well, my parents wanted me to have a perfect pureblood wife to continue the Malfoy legacy, and Astoria and I had the most similarities.

Hermione, thinking to herself: Aren't YOU the pureblood wife?

Hermione: Oh, I'm sure, Draco.

Hermione: So how did you go from Astoria to Harry?

Draco: I've been battling demons my whole life, and after her passing, I've realized that life is short and I need to live for myself for once. 

Hermione: I'm sorry if this too personal, but do you mind me asking, what demons have you faced?

Hermione, in her head: Homosexuality

Draco: Pureblood supremacy.

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Omegaverse Drarry where they finally get together, but Draco still maintains his cold facade with Harry akin to their dynamic before, only less hostile.

Until Draco’s nearing his heat, only then the blonde will give in to the whims and the desires of his inner omega.

Harry didn’t know what he had expected when the blonde omega accepted his courting, but it wasn't for everything to remain exactly the same.

Even before they got together, Draco seemed to prefer presenting himself as somebody who was cold and unattainable, floating above the rest.

Sure, this time, Draco's jeers and insults were more playful than malicious. Harry even made sure to always retort in a suggestive manner, but Draco always kept his distance from the alpha.

When Harry would try to hold his omega's hand when they're on a date in Hogsmeade, the blonde still easily pulls away.

It was a completely different story when they were alone as Draco finally let his guard down, and let himself drown in Harry’s affection. It was only then where Harry could be as affectionate as he wanted with his omega, making sure to scent and comfort Draco to make up for all the lost time.

Besides, Harry couldn’t necessarily fault his boyfriend for being wary and guarded, especially with his rocky relationship and history with the rest of the student body.

He had just hoped that the omega would be more open to some PDA in the future, especially since Harry wanted to show off his omega and their relationship to the world.

Not to be a complete knothead, but his inner alpha absolutely preened at the fact that he had the most desirable and perfect omega in Hogwarts. Only he will have the perfect mate, and will have the perfect pups.

Beyond this, he truly loved Draco in all his flawed glory.

However, every few months, Draco goes into his heat, just like every other omega in the world. Beyond the enjoyment of satisfying his omega with his actual heat, what Harry secretly enjoyed about this time of the year was the complete 180 Draco's personality undergoes while in his preheat.

From an ice-cold and distant pureblood princess, Draco becomes a need-to-cuddle monster who was exclusively powered by Harry's love and affection.

The most amusing thing was that Harry wasn't entirely sure if Draco was even aware of this drastic change as it was never brought up between them. He certainly wasn't the one who's going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Suddenly, Draco would drape himself on top of Harry’s seated figure, which renders everyone speechless.

Harry just adjusts his position to be more comfortable with the new weight on his lap as he continues his conversation as if nothing happened.

Draco now monopolizes Harry’s entire attention as the omega would insist on hand-feeding Harry during meal times. Harry just thought it was the blonde’s instinctual omegan need to take care of his mate and family, so he just takes it as a compliment and readily accepts his omega’s doting.

The omega looks so adorable being so docile and amiable in his arms, Harry finds himself preening at the looks of envy were directed his way by other alphas seeing an omega wholeheartedly dote on him.

Draco never wants to leave his side during his preheat. Harry takes this time to shower the blonde with as many kisses as possible, much to everyone's dismay.

“Potter, have you seen Draco?” Theo asked in a haste, as his eyes looked around the vicinity.

“I guess you can say that.” Harry chuckled. “Anyway, feel free to tell me what you need from him. I’ll happily pass on the message.”

Theo avoided his gaze as he responded. “Err, It’s a private matter.”

“Fine.” He opened his robes, revealing Draco inside clinging on to his torso for dear life.

“Merlin, did his pre-heat arrive early?” Theo groaned out. “What are you waiting for, Potter? Drag him to your room, and get to knotting. I need a clear-headed and rational Draco immediately.”

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“Congratulations on your mating, Potter.” Pansy applauded him after Draco and Harry had finally told all their friends about their bonding.

“Thank you… Pansy.” Harry carefully replied. Frankly, he was friendly with Draco's peers, but he had yet to foster an actual friendship with them.

Pansy's saccharine smile never left her lips as she spoke quietly. “As a token of my gratitude, I’m going to let you in on a little secret."

“Hm?”

“Heats don’t make omegas into insatiable animals who exclusively rely on their instincts.”

“I knew that.” Harry softly replied.

Pansy cackled. “Ha, I knew you didn't."

"We're not beasts driven by primal instincts, Pansy. Sure, heats and ruts amplify that feeling, but that's obvious." Harry huffed out.

“No. I’m telling you that regardless of heat, omegas tend to still be perfectly rational, especially if they’re just in their preheat…”

Realization hit Harry akin to the Hogwarts Express. “Oh.”

Her grin was impossibly wide as she just dropped a bombshell on him. “I just hope you appreciated our Draco’s little performances throughout the years, just consider it an indulgence for his beloved mate.”

After learning about his omega's long-kept secret, Harry found Draco in the common room. With no warning, Harry kissed Draco in front of everybody, to which the blonde loudly protested with his cheeks flushed. "Don't you have some couth, Potter?"

Harry couldn't help his genuine smile as he beamed at his omega. "Nope, I don't think so, but I have you."

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Draco always had his finger on the pulse on the gossip around Hogwarts. It was only naturally as he was groomed into being the next Malfoy heir, it was almost innate how he could quickly discern the hottest information within a community - a much needed skill in utilize in pureblood circles.

It wasn’t until their eighth year where Draco started to hear some new whispers about Potter.

Potter wasn’t exactly a hot new topic since his reputation preceded his actual arrival in Hogwarts years ago. From the Boy who Lived to the Wizarding World’s Savior, Harry's name was constantly on everyone's mouths.

Admittedly, Draco was well aware of Potter’s notoriety around Hogwarts, much to his own chagrin. He had spent years enduring all the chatter about his long rival as he stewed in his resentment over their initial meeting.

Tales of Harry Potter circulated around Hogwarts for years to which Draco may or may not have contributed some questionable tales of his own. It usually ranged from positive chatter to negative gossip, but after the war, most of the Hogwarts student body regarded Potter positively.

Recently, Potter had developed a new reputation of being a manwhore as stories about a lucky witch’s tryst with the Harry Potter plagued the busy halls of Hogwarts.

From the boy who lived to the boy who shagged… like a Hippogriff apparently.

Weeks later, more and more stories circulated around Hogwarts each corroborating each outlandish claim on Potter’s infamous sexual prowess.

Draco was far from a prude, but he couldn’t stand another conversation that involved Potter’s legendary prick and his insatiable stamina.

Furthermore, Draco found out that it seemed that Potter didn’t have a peculiar type as he showed no discrimination on who he had bedded, whether it be a wizard or a witch, a pureblood or a mudblood, or in any year - just as long as they were willing and able.

When interrogated about the validity of these rumors, Potter always politely declined as gave them all a bashful grin. Notably, this didn’t prevent those brutes in Gryffindor to hoot and holler at this, and it wasn’t lost on Draco that Potter not once has tried to even deny these claims.

He had reached his breaking point when he overheard some random blonde Slytherin witch bragging about being positively sore on some savior prick.

Apparently, Potter had a tendency to be more intense if his bed partner happened to be blonde or a Slytherin, and that harlot managed to be lucky enough to be both. Potter, the absolute brute had her reeling from pleasure and pain the entire night akin to an insatiable magical creature during mating season. Despite all this, she was looking forward to another rendezvous with the bloody savior.

Draco stormed inside the Gryffindor common room as he spotted Potter’s figure. “I’ve had enough of you, Potter!”

Oddly, Potter seemed to be amused by his greeting. “Hullo to you too, Malfoy.”

He stared directly into those emerald irises as he demanded. “Shag me.”

Harry seemed dumbfounded by the words that came out of Draco’s mouth. “Excuse me?”

Draco huffed out in annoyance, he expounded slowly. “I said let me borrow your prick, Potter.”

Harry’s eyes immediately widened at Draco’s sudden bluntness and he turned to look away from the blonde. “I rather not.”

“What the hell?" Draco immediately protested, vexation evident in his rising tone. "But you’ve practically shoved your prick inside everyone in Hogwarts.”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, but the answer is still no.” Harry scoffed at him, but his flushed cheeks revealed his nervous state.

However, this was enough for Draco to catch a glimpse of this moment of weakness as he taunted Harry with a smug knowing grin.

“Fine, I guess I’ll just try find out if Longbottom really has a prick the size of a Hippogriff.” Draco commented with an airy tone as he made his way out.

A tight grip grabbed Draco by the wrist, promptly trapping him in place. “Fine." A victorious grin had formed on Draco's face as he confirmed his suspicions. "But don’t expect any comforting after.”

Draco’s grin widen in satisfaction as he got Potter where he wanted him. He sneered as he broke out of the boy’s hold. “Rest assured, Potter. I never expected any.”

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Admittedly, Draco was quite nervous. Sure, he had some experience here and there, but nothing compared to the tales that seemed to follow Potter everywhere he had went.

He recalled his last tryst was with Theo who had rutted against him akin to an overexcited puppy, which had left him unsatisfied. Thankfully, Theo also had the habit of actively seeking Draco’s approval, so he more than made up for it with his eager mouth.

They had agreed to meet up in Harry’s private sleeping quarters later that night as Draco spent the rest of the day with unease in his stomach.

When Harry took him to his room, and all Draco could think about was the endless number of wixen he had brought in here. The silence lingered as they both just stared at each other, nervousness evident in both of their demeanors. Truthfully, Draco had expected to be ravished upon the moment Potter had gotten him alone, so to see Potter just waiting on him, incited a pang of disappointment in him.

Draco finally broke the silence. “Well?”

“Well, what?” Potter questioned back.

“Aren’t you the resident manwhore of Hogwarts?” Draco taunted, growing more impatient. “Aren’t you going to show me what you got?”

With that, Harry finally captured Draco’s lips in a desperate kiss, which Draco eagerly responded with the same vigor. He hated to admit it, but the prat knew what he was doing with his tongue.

“Hm, you snog like a princess, Malfoy.” Harry commented with sly smile. “If I had known this was all it took to shut you up, then I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

“And you snog like an absolute brute.” Draco easily retorted as he helped himself to the boy’s soft lips. “Don’t flatter yourself, you’ve yet to prove anything.”

Potter hummed in satisfaction as he eagerly accepted Draco’s kisses as his hands explored the supple curves of the blonde’s body. Both of their growing arousals now evident.

Before they knew it, they were both undressed and on Harry’s bed. A quick glance downwards, confirmed the rumor of Potter’s impressive prick as it stood upright hard and heavy. Draco found himself intrigued by the sight, a mixture of caution and interest brewed in the pit of his stomach.

He pushed Potter to lie on his back as he planted himself on top of the savior. Potter seemed to appreciate him taking the lead as he ogled at Draco’s figure slightly hovering above him. In any other case, Draco would’ve gladly started with some foreplay between them, but upon the sight of that prick — he knew that needed Potter’s cock inside of him immediately.

He slowly slid down Potter’s impressive length, enduring the searing pain in his entrance “Fuck, you’re tight!”

Once Potter’s entire length was inside Draco, he took a moment to collect himself with a deep breath.

He had began to start moving, adjusting his pace to the sensations at his entrance. “Wait!” Harry called out but Draco selfishly focused on his own pleasure first. He knew that he needed to fully adjust to the size of Potter’s annoyingly large prick before it could feel even pleasurable for him.

The pain had finally turned into pleasure as he managed to adapt to Harry’s girth. He allowed himself to cautiously bounce on Potter’s member as his hole easily allowed the motion. With his inkling confirmed, he allowed himself to finally move at a faster pace.

“Draco, stop!” Harry warned with a loud growl. Draco didn’t know what Potter was going on about as it only started to get good. However, a warm fluid suddenly filled inside him as Harry cried out while releasing his seed inside of Draco.

Draco was baffled as he froze in place, still on top of Harry with his rapidly softening prick inside him. “Did you just?”

“Give me five minutes.” Harry gritted out as he covered his eyes with his arm, surprisingly already out of breath.

“Your break was longer than the time you were on the field, Potter.” Draco found himself sneering as he got off Harry’s bulky figure, his own arousal unsatisfied. He could feel Potter’s load drip from his entrance as he moved.

“Draco, please.” Potter pleaded with a desperate tone, those emerald irises seemed to look up at him for mercy. “Let me try again.”

Hearing Potter sound so desperate for him, aroused Draco to no end. “Fine.” Draco accepted with a smug grin. “But for both our cases, don’t disappoint me, Potter.”

It would’ve been easy leaving Potter here, gloating his way out the door and into the ears of the Hogwarts student body. However, there was an undeniable curiosity that Draco had about the complete contrast on his experience with Potter and everyone else’s accounts on their time with the savior.

Surprisingly, Potter was amazing at foreplay, but when it came to actual penetration, he found himself reaching his climax in a few thrusts. No matter how many attempts they made, Potter seemed to find immediate release upon contact with Draco’s insides.

Before they both knew it, they were both greeted by the sunrise as they both laid side by side, naked as the day they were born.

“I don’t understand, I’m not usually like this.” Potter admitted as he found himself frazzled at his own performance.

“Fret not, Potter. I gave you a fair chance. Your ego will survive this.” Draco taunted as he began to sloppily dress himself and finally leave.

Draco found that finding out that Potter wasn’t exactly the best lay, far eclipsed any satisfaction that shagging could ever bring him.

To his absolute surprise, Potter sought him out the next day with a bashful proposition for another attempt at a tryst. Draco hadn’t even had the chance to spread the worst about Potter’s shortcomings. In a rare act of kindness, Draco indulged the prat.

Before he knew it, he found himself warming Potter’s bed more often than not as it dawned on him that he had given Potter a chance to redeem himself everyday for the past month, allowing the prat to explore every crevice of his body and vice-versa with no improvements whatsoever. Potter still barely lasted a few minutes inside of him, yet this didn’t deter the prat. However, Draco couldn’t necessarily say that he minded the effort.

Draco usually liked to revel in submission as he allow his partner do everything in their power to please him. However, when it came to Potter, he found himself taking initiative as the poor prat was at an almost pathetic state when inside Draco, hypersensitive to the pleasure.

The thought of Harry, so utterly desperate for him at his complete mercy upon the pleasure only Draco could provide.

A sharp contrast to the beast contained in those tales that plagued the halls of Hogwarts, reduced to a needy flawed man at his mere touch, greatly pleased Draco.

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The end of the war had brought forth different changes within the Wizarding World as society recouped from the destruction and loss that the war had brought along as former soldiers slowly went back to their peaceful lives as mere students.

However, in the blissful time of peace, there wasn’t much to scrutinize or speculate aside from system reforms and conspiracies about the inevitable return of the Dark Lord, so most of the spotlight landed on proclaimed heroes of the war.

Consequently, when the news broke that the famed savior, Harry Potter was courting the infamous Malfoy Heir, Draco Malfoy, the press were in a frenzy.

They scrutinized Harry’s integrity and character for selfishly dating somebody who had contributed so much mayhem to the war. They questioned Draco’s dastardly intentions with their savior as rumors of love potions and hexes were often brought up. Despite it all, Harry firmly stood his ground and proudly proclaimed his adoration and love for his fiancé to be.

It came as an absolute surprise for the rest of the Wizarding World, but for their closest friends, their relationship was inevitable. They all knew how obsessive the boys could be about each other, even if it was mostly expressed through mutual loathing and detestation.

“Potter, I refuse to let you embarrass me further in front of my parents.” Draco loudly berated his boyfriend, uncaring at the number of spectators in the common room.

“I’m sorry, I promise I’ll get it right.” Harry hastily apologized, hoping to pacify the blonde.

“I can’t rely on fruitless promises, Potter.” Draco tried to walk away. “Are you even taking this seriously?”

“Draco, wait!” Harry grabbed Draco’s wrist, This rewarded Harry with a quick slap across his face as the blonde trashed in his hold. “Let go of me, you absolute brute!”

Everyone was blatantly gawking at both of their standing figures now, their own activities and conversations forgotten.

“Didn’t take long for Malfoy to show his true colors again.” Ron snarled out as he shot a quick glare at the blonde. 

“We have no right to intervene, especially since Harry hasn’t exactly voiced out any complaints.” Hermione bashfully reminded as she tried her best to politely avert her eyes.

“How could you say that, Hermione?!” Ginny reasoned out, fury evident in her tone.

“You seriously would call that happy?!” Ginny pointed at Draco beating on Harry’s chest as the bulkier wizard just took his blows in stride, not retaliating. Her eyes wet with unshed tears as she directed all sympathy towards Harry. “I can’t handle seeing Harry getting hurt.”

Draco could see the female Weasley giving Harry looks of pity in the corner of his eyes. If he wasn’t already angry enough, this just further infuriated him. Draco shifted all his focus and fury onto her, as he sneered at the ginger witch. “Is there a problem, Weaselette?”

“Actually yes, I do have a problem.” Ginny shot back, fury evident in her tone.

“Harry!” Ginny asserted as her voice got louder, commanding everyone’s attention on her. “This death eater’s been taking advantage of you. I don’t know how you could stand being with him."

She promptly stood up and walked closer to the couple, hoping that she could make Harry hear her words. “Maybe you’re being blinded by your guilt, but suffering for the sake of all of us, isn’t the way to go, Harry. He doesn’t deserve to be by your side.”

Draco let out a humorless laugh. “If not me then who?” Those silver eyes gave her a nasty once over as his lips curled up in a grin. “You?”

Ginny's cheeks burned as Draco cruelly exposed her long crush on Harry. “Why the hell not? Better me than some Death Eater whore!”

“I’d hate to interrupt your desperate pining, Ginevra,” Draco slithered behind Harry and immediately ripped Harry’s robes open, revealing his raging erection barely restrained by the fabric of his pants to the crowd. “But your beloved savior quite enjoys this Death Eater whore.”

“Get off him!” Ginny cried out as her green eyes widened at Harry’s sudden exposure.

“I’ll get him off alright.” Draco shot her a cruel grin as he shamelessly groped Harry’. Everyone was shocked upon seeing their beloved savior in such a debauched state by the hands of Malfoy.

“Y-you must’ve given him a love potion!” Ginny desperately accused as a last resort. “Nobody in their right mind would love somebody like you!”

“Yeah, right, he fucking loves me.” Draco’s grin became  wider as he easily boasted. He then closed the distance between them and looked her directly in the eyes before he muttered in a lower tone. “A love potion, if only it was that easy, right? Maybe then you'd have a chance.”

“Make your choice, Potter.” With that Draco promptly walked out of the room, leaving his boyfriend and the flabbergasted crowd in his wake.

“Draco, wait!” Harry immediately ran after his boyfriend, not even giving his friends a second glance or a quick explanation.

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There was always something palpable in the tension between Harry and Draco, even before they could easily discern it as either love or loathing.

It just seemed that the two wizards were incapable of not thinking about the other. Even after their bitter rivalry had developed into a hesitant friendship, or at the very least, a mutual respect for one another — the intensity between them never faltered.

It all began in the heat of the moment, a drunken mistake turned into a nasty habit. Lingering touches turned into kisses which turned into secret trysts in the middle of the night. It was almost subconsciously and natural, the way they found comfort and solace in each other’s bodies despite the years of complicated baggage between them.

After their first time, they could only awkwardly bask in the post-coital glow as they caught their breaths.

“Er, do you do this often?” Harry tried to break the heavy silence.

“You tell me Potter.” Draco replied with an unimpressed tone. “You clearly know your way around a wizard’s arse.”

“Draco, could we keep this between ourselves?” Harry hesitantly asked, hoping it wasn’t too bizarre asking for exclusivity after they had just shagged for the very first time. He couldn’t bear sharing Draco with the others, especially now that he had a taste of him. "I don't think it's right, involving others into this."

After a beat of silence, Draco scoffed out as he looked away from Harry. “Save it, Potter. I’ve always planned on it, so you could save the incessant stroking of your ego.”

“Wait-“

“I get it, Potter.” Draco quickly brushed him off as he got up to leave. “We both have an image to maintain, I’m not that sheltered.”

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This began their habit of frequent rendezvous, ensuring only see each other in the dead of night. It was easy and convenient, seeking pleasure from the person they had wanted it the most from. Besides, they were nothing but willing partners in this game of desire. While they were both physically satisfied by this set-up, they both clearly wanted more as they blurred the lines between friendship and intimacy. It was jarring how inseparable they were alone, but they were cold and distant in the public’s eye.

They both wanted something more but they were too prideful and fearful to pursuing a relationship. Furthermore, they had no right to monopolize the other since the “relationship” they had fostered held no actual weight and significance. Even if it hurt, seeing the other surrounded by constant potential paramours.

At the end of the day, they were simply two wizards who indulged in each other’s carnal desires.

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They could only managed to express their bleeding affection and fondness towards each other, when they ensured that the other was ignorant to it. In the fear that they may be faced with scathing rejection or disgust from the other boy.

If Harry sneaked in a kiss or two after Draco had succumb to slumber in his bed, while professing his love for the unconscious blonde; nobody would ever bear witness.

If Draco always made sure that Harry efficiently healed from all his injuries from auror training and quidditch mates with his own personal concoctions; it was nobody’s business but his.

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However, it wasn’t always pleasant as this arrangement also seemed to unknowingly bring out the worst in them.

Harry caught Draco talking to Ron, and he immediately inserted himself in their conversation.

He gave them that wide poster boy smile that was plastered all over the Wizarding World. “What’s going on here?”

“I just needed to speak with Malfoy.” Ron explained, surprised by Harry’s sudden interest.

Harry let out a cruel humorless laugh. “Don’t tell me you’re starting to become like your father, mate.”

“Disgusting!” Ron instinctively responded, before he realized his words. He turned to Draco with a bashful expression. “Er, sorry no offense.”

“None taken.” Draco gritted out as he shot Harry a nasty glare. “I’ll send your father your love, Weasley.”

“Tone it down, Potter.” Draco chided him later that night. “I know you don’t like me fraternizing with your friends, but I needed to discuss something with Weasley.”

“That’s not-“ Harry tried to explain, but gave up trying. He knew he was being cruel, but it was better to apologize later on rather than having Draco be stolen away by potential interested parties. “You know what sure.”

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One day, Harry managed to overhear a conversation between the remaining Eighth Year Slytherins after the war.

“What about you Draco?”

“I believe mother and father would want me to be married off to some pureblood heir,” said Draco

“If I wasn’t already engaged, I’d love to have you as a wife, Draco.” Blaise responded affectionately.

“You’re too sweet, Blaise.” Draco responded in a saccharine voice. “However, I refuse to have a husband who’d cheat on me every waking hour.”

“Hey, rather one of us than those people.” Blaise commented followed by a symphony of chuckles.

They were ignorant to the fact that the Chosen One was intently listening in their conversation with an intense grip in his fist.

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As years passed by, they maintained their set-up, both harboring a form of resentment towards each other, yet not being able to let go. It had reached the point where they were the only ones in their year who wasn’t in a committed relationship nor settling down.

“I wasted all my years on you.” Draco told him years later after attending the nth wedding of one of their friends. “I’ve had enough, Potter.”

“Are you really that cruel to call what we have just a waste?” Harry couldn’t conceal the disbelief in his voice.

“Are you really that cruel to lead me on for all these years while all my peers get courted and married off?” Draco easily shot back.

“Isn’t this what you bloody wanted?!” Harry’s voice grew stronger as he spat out each syllable. “Since you’re too caught up in your pureblood sensibilities that you couldn’t bear the thought of being with someone muggleborn!”

“Don’t blame this on me, Harry! You’re the one who’s too ashamed to love a former death eater!” Draco returned with the same intensity.

Harry believe what he was hearing. “When the hell did I ever say that?!” 

“You didn’t have to.” Draco's voice became softer as if he was giving up. “You made it clear enough.”

There was a beat of silence, before Harry continued in the softer defeated voice. “I’ve never been ashamed of your past, Draco.”

“Then what good reason do you have to keep me like a dirty little secret?” Draco retorted.

Harry carefully admitted. “I thought that was the only way to keep you.”

“What?”

“You weren’t exactly shouting from the rooftops at the prospect of being something more.” Harry scoffed out. “I’m far from your ideal partner, I’m not exactly a pureblood heir that you seemed to adore.”

“Is that how shallow you think of me?" Tears started to form around Draco's silver eyes. "That I would reject you for some arbitrary reason as that, despite staying by your side and warming your bed for all these years?”

“I could say the same thing to you.” Harry retorted. “Not once have I entertained anybody else, despite the fact that we both know there’s several wixen interested in me.”

“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter. Do you really think after the war, the courtship requests for me ever dwindled down?” Draco scoffed out as he challenged. “You think I should be indebted to you since you’re such a hot commodity?”

“You know that’s not what I bloody meant!”

“What, so I’m just a means for you to stroke your already massive ego?”

“No, it means I want you!” Harry proclaimed, hoping the blonde would discern the sincerity in his words despite his tone.

Those silver eyes pierced right through Harry, before he finally responded. “Yes, you want me to warm your bed and keep like a trophy."

Harry was exhausted at this point, as he asked as a last resort. “Is it that hard to believe that I might actually like you and all your fucked up glory?”

“With the way you’ve treated me, yes.”

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After their confrontation, both Harry and Draco had to learn to navigate life without the other, which wasn’t that starkly different from their lives before.

It was just that there wasn’t somebody that greeted them when they got home, and their beds ended up being colder than usual. Despite this, they tried to put on an optimistic facade, hoping that they could convince themselves that they could easily live without the other.

Only during their absences where each of them finally realized how much the other secretly did for them.

Draco always made sure that Harry was well-fed and healthy by providing him meals, since he knew the savior never kicked his bad eating habits since his childhood. Harry never exactly knew that it was Draco who was preparing all those warm meals, food seemingly just appeared out of nowhere anytime he felt hungry.

Nowadays, Harry finds himself falling back into bad habits as his stomach always seemed to perpetually growl in hunger.

Harry always seemed to be conveniently available whenever Draco wanted something, whether it was for something minuscule or something grand. If Draco wanted something, Harry would try his best to make it happen, which usually ended in success. In his defense, he had never asked for anything drastic, but it was appreciated nonetheless. It wasn’t lost on Draco that Harry’s auror position kept him extremely busy, so in retrospect, he doesn’t exactly know how Harry was capable of dropping everything just to indulge him.

Nowadays, Draco finds himself in supposedly peaceful tranquility, but the silence was deafening at some points of the day, especially by his lonesome.

It was ironic really how much each of their presences had been sorely missed only after they parted ways. Just weeks ago if asked, they would confidently say that the other wasn’t really in their lives. However, now actually being on their own, the intensity of the absence of each other haunted their minds at every waking hour.

They both had made an attempt to get back into the dating scene, which was more difficult despite the number of paramours waiting on them. This was the whole point of their termination of their arrangement, but they both were hesitant to see other people. Despite the volume of invitations they had both received, they have yet to entertain a single one as they wallowed in their mutual loneliness.

Until… on a whim, Harry accepted an invitation from a random witch who invited him out to dinner.

In truth, nothing really stood out about her except for the fact that she had a similar shade of platinum blonde that Harry was so accustomed to. Once he took her to dinner, Harry couldn’t get rid of the uneasiness in his stomach. Everything about it just felt so wrong and unacceptable. She was objectively beautiful, sure, but the way she smiled, laughed and even spoke did nothing for him. Harry who had been confident in the fact that he had no particular type when it came to potential partners has the heavy realization that it could all be traced back to a certain pureblood heir.

All he could think of was Draco, and how he would’ve enjoyed this better if he was with a certain Slytherin blonde instead. Ultimately, the date didn’t pan out to anything as Harry was in his head for the entire duration. If the consistent hero worship he had been subjected to was any indicator, he wasn’t missing out. He paid off his tab, and bid his farewell; he couldn’t even fathom snogging or shagging somebody else.

Despite this, the next day, it was in all the papers. “THE CHOSEN ONE’S CHOSEN WIFE.” accompanied by an exclusive interview with the witch herself. Apparently, Harry had proposed to her that same exact evening but not before giving her the best shag of her life.

Harry had hoped that by some miraculous twist of events that Draco wouldn’t see the news, but knowing his luck, it was bound to occur.

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Draco was in total disbelief as he couldn’t quite believe what he was currently reading. It didn’t take long for Potter to show off some harlot after forcing Draco to be kept in the dark.

So much for all the bullshit Harry was spouting about loving him. It hasn’t even been a month since their arrangement had ended, the prat already found himself in another desperate hole to dig himself in.

Reeling from the hurt of the sudden news of Potter’s supposed new paramour, Draco found himself in a dim and sweaty muggle nightclub, as legions of muscled bodies populated the entire room.

Truthfully, he was out of his element, but he had a specific goal for the night, and that was for somebody to shag his brains out to the point where he was completely unable to think about Potter and his prick.

Suddenly, his silver eyes spotted a familiar figure who was shamelessly checking him out. He vaguely recognized the former captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team when he was younger, Oliver Wood.

Oliver approached him with a sleazy grin, but a welcoming gesture nonetheless. “Malfoy, I would have never expected to see you here.”

“Why do you say that?” Draco hummed, not giving the older man his complete attention.

“What business does a prissy pureblood princess like you doing in the muggle gay club?” Wood asked as he barked out a harsh laugh, his palm resting on the small of Draco’s back.

“Maybe, the same as a certain Quidditch player who’s supposedly recently engaged.” Draco countered with a sneer as he eyed the fresh marking around Wood’s finger.

“Really now?” Oliver let out an amused huff as he slinked closer to Draco, before he leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You know I’ve always wanted to fuck that nasty sneer off your face.”

Draco rolled his eyes at this sudden confession. “Get in line, Wood. You’re not the first Gryffindork who wanted me.”

“There’s the Slytherin heir we all know and love.” Wood casually commented as his smarmy smile got wider. “Such a shame Harry kept you all to himself.”

A pit of despair made itself known in his stomach upon hearing his former lover’s name. Harry was the last thing he wanted to think about tonight. All Draco needed right now, was to feel desired, no matter how shallow or fleeting. He traced his fingers across Wood’s broad chest as he looked up at the older man. “Haven’t you heard? Dragons don’t really like to be kept.”

Draco felt himself internally cringe at the words that left his mouth, but it seemed to get the job done as Wood’s irises seemed to light up with desire and arousal.

Before he knew it, Draco found himself tangled up in the sheets with Oliver, who was admittedly a decent lay. However, the lingering thought that seared through Draco’s mind for the entire duration of their shag was that it felt so wrong. Oliver fit his type, rugged, bulky and tall, but all Draco could think about how was wrong it felt. The warmth of his touches, the heaviness of his weight, the way his prick felt inside him. It all felt so wrong. Despite acquiring the no-strings shag that he had wanted, Draco was left even more disappointed and disgruntled compared to how he felt after he parted ways with Harry.

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Harry appeared in St. Mungo’s the next day with a basket of green apples at hand.

Everyone started to gossip about who’s the lucky healer who managed to get a personal visit from the famed auror. Everyone couldn’t believe his eyes when he stopped right in front of the infamous ex-death eater healer.

“Hullo, Draco. I hope you’re hungry, I got you something to whet your appetite.” Harry greeted the blond with a kind smile.

Surprised by Harry’s unexpected appearance, Draco was rendered speechless. However, feeling all the prying eyes on their figures, Draco immediately dragged him into his secluded office.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” Draco immediately accused, his face tinged pink. “Have you gone mad?!"

"I knew you always liked green apples, even if you didn’t like to admit it so-" Harry tried to reason out.

“Haven’t you had enough?! You really had to make a fool out of me in front of all my colleagues.” Tears formed around those silver eyes.

“Draco. Look, I’m sorry I didn’t-“ Harry started to explain, hoping he could convey his genuine feelings for the blonde by publicly courting him.

"Why now, Harry?! It's been weeks since we decided to end our arrangement. Godric, why now when I’m finally starting to feel better?“ Draco let out a pained smile. "You've always had a habit of hurting me."

"Don't say that." Harry pleaded as memories flashed in his head about his actions against Draco, particularly that incident in the bathroom years ago.

“You can’t even deny it at this point. It’s like you live on hurting me, even if you’re not entirely aware about it.” Draco scathingly accused. “Are you satisfied with what you have done to me?”

“Of course not!” Harry vehemently denied.

“You ruined me, you bloody brute!” Draco wailed as he started hitting Harry’s chest. “I’m stained by you, effectively ruined for anybody else. Is that what you wanted to bloody hear?!”

Harry tried his best to conceal the inappropriate flutter in his chest upon hearing these words. However, the implication dawned on him a second later.

“You slept with somebody else?!” Harry couldn’t conceal the burst of fury that originated from his chest. He knew his anger was unjustified, but it was a almost instinctive reaction for a selfish and possessive man like himself. He tried to remind himself that they were never together and if anything the end of their arrangement a month ago was a testament to that.

“You have absolutely no right criticizing me for sleeping around as if you have a monopoly over me.” Draco argued back, sorrow briefly forgotten over comfortable anger. “Don’t wipe the blood of your hands, when you’ve been parading all these harlots around town!”

Harry let out a deep sigh, hoping to calm himself down so the conversation wouldn’t escalate further than it already had. “I never slept with them.”

Draco couldn’t help the explosion of relief in his chest. “Why?”

“I didn’t want them I wanted you.” Harry earnestly admitted as he wiped the tears from Draco’s face. He quickly added before the blonde. “And not just for a quick shag before you try to convince yourself.”

“I can’t go back to what we were, Harry.” Draco softly admitted, tone less angry, more somber. “Even if I wanted to.”

“I don’t either.” Harry carefully replied, which astonished the blonde. “You were right. You deserved to be shown off to the world and loved unconditionally. I’m sorry that I hadn’t been able to give you that. I wish I were more selfish so we could’ve avoided this whole fiasco.”

Harry cupped Draco’s hands in between his. “Please Draco, let me court you. Properly this time.”

Rationally, Draco knew that this was bad idea, but his heart still yearned for the same boy he fell for all those years ago. Despite, this he put up a fight. “Forgive me if I can’t easily believe you, Potter.”

Harry’s hold on him became tighter yet ever so gentle. “Then how can I placate your apprehension, please.”

“How could you love me?” Draco softly asked, never had Harry seen the blonde so vulnerable.

Harry’s expression melted into a fond and sincere look as he stared at Draco as if he was the greatest thing in his life. “How could I not?”

For once in his life, Draco decided to take the plunge and allowed himself to believe Harry even at the risk of having his heart broken again.

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It took some effort on both their parts, and a couple of obstacles along the way, but in the end, Harry and Draco managed to find that happy ending that they had both desperately wanted in secret. After years of surviving off compromise, they could finally be together.

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Draco Malfoy's reputation had always preceded him, if not known by his status as the heir to the prominent Malfoy family, he was also considered as one of the most eligible omegas in his generation. With a balanced mixture of the 'best' upbringing and a impressive genetics, it was no surprise that Draco had caught the eye of most of the Wizarding World. It wasn't lost on the blonde on why exactly he was so sought after, he wasn't naive enough to think that most of these alphas find him agreeable and pleasant to be around. In fact, he knows that most of these knotheads would actually hate him if they stopped thinking with their pricks.

Beyond his undeniable beautiful visage, Draco was far from what an omega expected to be. However, Draco absolutely relished in this overwhelming desire thrown his way, no matter how shallow.

In this unjust world where alphas had hoarded all the power, it was gratifying having the one up on the best and brightest with a simple bat of his eyes. With that being said, Draco allowed himself to indulge in all the luxuries and perks that his omegahood provided.

He wouldn't be his father's child if he didn't know how to navigate this prejudiced world. He was taken out on several dates and showered with all types of gifts, yet he didn't let himself be fooled by all these transactional love and affection as he didn't stay with one alpha for long.

Consequently, Draco had developed a reputation for being a pass around omega who'd open his legs and take your knot if you shower him with gifts. Despite the fact that Draco had never gone beyond making out and heavy petting with any of these alphas. However, most of them just saw it as a challenge which further incentivized actually knotting the omega heir. 

By all means, Draco was actually enjoying the state of his life, before he had to inevitably faced the grim reality that he might have to settle being mated to the most successful alpha in his vicinity and be trapped in a loveless marriage in the future.

However, it all changed when Harry Potter had finally presented into a prime alpha. Potter was always a thorn on Draco's side as the previously assumed beta had always been immune to Draco's omega wiles despite all his subconscious efforts.

Harry never really cared for Draco's secondary gender which was a sharp jarring contrast to everyone in the Wizarding World. However, he also knew that secondary genders were less than common with the muggles, which might explain the prat's embarrassing ignorance.

Now an alpha, Potter had been more sought after before as shameless omegas now practically threw themselves at him. Draco could only scoff at the desperation of his peers, which oddly reminded him of the alphas vying to get his own attention. Currently, he was secretly juggling 3 of the Weasley brothers' favor as a means to best his father.

Lucius had always spoken fondly about the Weasley alphas as he regaled his own stories about Arthur being his finest catch, which unfortunately Draco was subjected to growing up. All he could think about was the fact that despite his father's fond memories and favor, he didn't end up mating with Arthur Weasley. Draco didn't necessarily have the nerve to ask his father directly as he discerned it was a sore topic.

However, after experiencing some Weasley alphas of his own, he found them to be good company, despite the lack of wealth than he was typically used to. Despite how it looked, Draco wasn't completely materialistic as he could enjoy other aspects of life beyond wealth, but of course, he had his preferences.

However, Draco couldn't even enjoy his time with the twins as he could feel a piercing gaze burning at his back. He turned only to be met with familiar emerald eyes who won't stop staring at him. He mouthed the word, 'prat' which broke Harry out of his stupor as he looked away.

Draco didn't know what was his problem, but then again Potter had been touchy whenever he would 'bond' with any Gryffindor alphas. As he was finally turning his attention back to his partners, a bulky presence suddenly appeared behind him.

"Hullo, Harry!" The twins greeted him in unison with a warm smile, which revealed the identity of the shadow behind Draco.

"Do you need something, Potter?" Draco spat out viciously as he gave Harry a once-over. Merlin, since when did Potter had gotten so big?

Surprisingly, Potter looked bashful as he offered. "Would you like some of my dessert?"

Draco eyed him carefully as he gestured at his own full plate and the same exact dessert on the porcelain, hence his confusion.

Cheeks flushed at the realization that Draco already more than enough food, Harry spat out as a last resort. "Listen, do you want it or not?! I knew you like apples so..."

After a beat of silence, Draco replied as he graciously took Harry's offering. "Fine."

Harry couldn't wipe the smile off his face as he successfully given the omega a gift, his inner alpha preening at the action.

Draco felt his inner omega purring at the thoughtful gift, he did like apples.

"Should we leave, now that you have the prime alpha's attention?" The twins teased with a matching grin.

"Now now, I do enjoy your company." Draco giggled back.

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“I can’t believe I would ever live to see the day of you finally settling down, Draco dear.”

“Speak frankly, dear Pansy. Beating around the bush is so unbecoming.”

“You had all these alphas eating out the palm of your hands, and you throw it away for Potter of all people?” Pansy couldn’t deny it Potter was a prime alpha that everybody had their eyes on, herself included. “Last I heard you were juggling three Weasleys at the same time, but I come to find you being official courted by the Boy who Lived.”

However, Draco only laughed in response, “It’s cute that you think all my fun is over, when it’s only just begun.”

“Let’s just hope Potter knows how to keep you satisfied.” Pansy couldn’t help herself as he glanced at the marks Potter had left on Draco’s nape.

Draco gave her a smile, “Fret not, Harry keeps me plenty satisfied.”

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Draco had spent much of his adolescence towering over the rest of the wixen in his year. It was inevitable as almost all Malfoys were statuesque in nature. Despite this, he took pride in this fact that he could both physically and metaphorically look down at these wixen.

It all began to change when they had gotten older, and most of boys in his year started to go through their own growth spurts, easily catching up and sometimes surpassing Draco’s height. For the most part, Draco’s height was still impressive, but not as rare as before.

Sure, this irked some shallow part of Draco, but he never really minded. However, when it came to a certain savior prat, Draco couldn’t help but to be critical of the boy. Some of his mates might call it obsessive, with how much attention he dedicated to Potter.

But Draco couldn’t help but relish in the few victories he had over the boy. Last he checked, he was still a couple of inches taller than the prat, despite Potter’s growth spurt over the summer. The last thing he needed was another tally in the ways that Potter had bested him.

Beyond this, Potter’s growth spurt seemed to have equipped him with enough confidence to now actually retaliate against Draco’s torment. Gone was the scrawny boy who usually take Draco’s insults with a scowl, replaced by a valiant prat who won’t back down.

Draco found that after Potter had developed the need to get the last word in, their little verbal tussles and altercations became more frequent and lengthy. From a quick trade of insults to having nonsensical arguments about everything under the sun.

Draco would be lying if he said he didn’t find any satisfaction in riling Potter up, but as he spent more time with those emerald irises just focused on him, he has an inkling that Potter had also secretly grown fond of their little impromptu yet constant squabbling.

One day, they both found themselves breaking curfew as they argued about something nonsensical since their classes had ended that morning. Before he knew it, it was the dead of night yet both of them were not letting up. Suddenly, a new figure appeared following their voices.

Harry instantly recognized the figure as a wandering prefect. In an effort to shut Draco up and prevent both of them from getting into trouble, Harry covered his entire hand against the blonde’s mouth, effectively rendering the blonde speechless. He pulled Draco against his body, hiding both of them in the shadows.

“Err, sorry about that.” Harry hastily apologized as he quickly removed his hand from Draco’s surprisingly supple yet pointy face. To his surprise, there wasn’t a nasty remark or a glare that was thrown his way, instead the blonde hastily made his escape.

Guilt started to pool in Harry’s stomach as he thought if he actually hurt the blonde in the process.

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Draco laid awake at night as the thought of Harry’s entire hand easily eclipsing the size of his own face. Just his entire palm was enough to cover most of Draco’s  face.

A pit of arousal made itself known around Draco’s loins as he recalled the calloused sensation on his face.

He had never realized that Potter had gotten so… big. He never really perceived the prat as one of those bulky brutes like Longbottom or the older Weasley boys, but then again, the more he gave it some thought, the more it made sense for Harry to have gotten so big.

He was an aspiring auror, and he had been playing quidditch for almost as long as Draco. It would be natural for Harry to have a growth spurt and build some muscle.

Draco couldn’t help but to look at his own reflection. His lithe physique was nothing to scoff at, sure, he wasn’t as big as the other wizards, but there was a hidden strength in his build. He wonder how his own body would compare to Potter’s.

He already knew that Potter had bigger hands than his, but his mind wandered on all the other possibilities that Potter would be bigger than him. Before he knew it, he found his hands wrapped around his own waist, yet all he could think of was a pair of sturdier hands around it.

The next day, Draco couldn’t help but to stare at Harry’s hands, which the boy had noticed if his bashful expression was any indication. After class, Harry asked him if they could speak privately to which Draco happily obliged.

“Listen, I’m sorry about yesterday. I went a little too far, I won’t put my hands on you ever again.” Harry apologized with an earnest expression.

“Why the hell not?” Draco found himself saying before he knew it.

Harry was confused by Draco's reaction. “Excuse me?”

"You think I'm that weak that I can't handle a simple brutish manhandling from you?" Draco decided to lean into his typical combative ways.

"You know that's not what I meant." Harry sighed. "You just looked bothered that's all."

"Touch me right now." Draco demanded.

"What?"

"Touch me right now if you think I'm so affected by your glory." Draco challenged with a sneer, but his heart started to face.

Emerald eyes seemed to pierce through him as Harry finally answered. "Alright, but you asked for it."

Without any prompt, Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's waist before it dawned on him that the tips of his fingers were in contact with one another despite Draco's waist between them. His eyes widened at this realization, only to be met with Draco's own surprised expression.

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“Harry, you always smell so sweet like a freshly baked treacle tart.” Draco commented as he laid on his boyfriend’s chest.

“Well, I can't help my natural scent. Imagine if I smelt like green apples you wouldn't be able to take your paws off me." Harry teased with a grin.

"You have some nerve telling me that when you're the one who can't help going all possessive alpha on me." Draco rolled his eyes at his mate's antics. "Besides, I've think I've grown to like treacle tarts, especially after seeing you enjoy them so much."

Harry’s voice suddenly turned solemn as those emerald eyes looked at Draco, “After I die, I promise that I’ll stay by your side and protect you.” Harry’s earnestness did nothing to Draco’s nerves if not heightening them. “So if you ever pick up my scent, you should be careful.”

“What the hell are you going on about?!” Draco was taken aback by his mate’s foreboding words. He looked directly into those emerald eyes as he proclaimed. “Stop talking like you’re about to die. There’s no way you’re dying before me, Potter unless it’s by my own hands.”

The next day, Harry Potter was fatally wounded in an auror mission gone wrong. His death sent shock waves throughout the Wizarding World, but none as great as the devastation that his former mate had felt. Draco had just lost his alpha, the greatest thing that happened to him. His inner omega was absolutely devastated in the sudden loss of his alpha. The scrutiny of the public also pointed their fingers at him for the savior’s death, which added salt to the already caustic wound. They had the whole lives to look forward to, which was taken in a flash.

Draco even moved to Muggle England because he couldn’t bear to be in the same environment where everything reminded him of Harry. He was now living alone in a small apartment by himself as he couldn’t handle the concern and pity of their friends.

However, Draco couldn’t even grieve in peace as ever since the day Harry had passed, he had begun to experience his own near-death experiences in an oddly frequent manner. Only to be always saved in the nick of time.

Draco almost got run over by a speeding sports car, if it wasn’t for the overbearing smell of treacle tarts that stopped him in his tracks. He didn't think much of it at first, and chalked it up as a silver lining to his recent bouts of absent-mindedness after Harry's passing.

Draco visited his regular coffeeshop that he frequently stopped by to grab a quick bite. The smell of the sugary desert made him order a treacle tart instead of his usual apple pastry, which coincidentally was spiked with razor blades at the hand of a scorned former employee.

In an effort to try to move on with his life, he even goes on a blind date. The man was charming enough and it would’ve been a perfect date if it weren’t for that intense smell of treacle tart, which caused Draco to leave the date early in guilt as memories of his former alpha plagued his thoughts. Only to find out days later that his date was a notorious serial killer who was just recently caught after going on a date with his new victim a night prior. Draco's heart dropped to his stomach at the realization that the victim could've been him if he hadn't left early.

It didn’t take long for Draco to piece things together. It seemed that every time Draco had caught a whiff of that familiar scent of treacle tart, he would narrowly escape death. He couldn't help but think of his alpha's last words to him as his heart soared Harry protecting him.

Draco longingly looked at a picture of Harry and him together, one of the only physical momentos of their brief time. “Hey… It took me so long to realized because I’ve been extremely absent-minded lately. But you’ve been staying by my side and protecting me, right Harry?” Tears formed around his eyes as he continued. “I’m happy, I’m so fucking happy. But at the same time, it hurts my frail heart. Whenever I come across your scent, I know that I need to stay away” Draco hesitated as warm tears dripped down his cheeks. “I just want to be with you.”

Suddenly, a familiar sickly sweet scent emitted from the other room as if Harry had directly heard his quiet pleads. Subconsciously, Draco’s hope started to rise, despite the circumstance. He got up, and went to investigate the other room. “Harry?”

As he stepped into the dark room, the sugary scent got impossibly stronger as if Harry’s presence was nearby. Suddenly, a sharp and heavy object hit Draco’s head causing his body to fall to the ground, dark red liquid seeping out of his head. Draco tried his best to maintain his composure as he steeled his will. He needed to be strong. Ever since Harry had passed away, Draco had been so careless, nearly getting himself killed several times. He needed to survive as he knew that's what Harry would've wanted.

Guilt started to pool in his stomach as he remembered Harry’s last words to him. Harry had told him exactly how it would happen. When danger is approaching, Harry’s treacle tart scent appears alongside it. Dread started overwhelm him as he revisited his past experiences.

At that very moment, Draco has an epiphany. His silver eyes widened in disbelief. He hesitantly spoke as he tried to get up, only able to move a short distance. “When his scent approaches, it brings danger with it?”

The scent had turned absolutely rancid as a large wardrobe fell on top of Draco, crushing most of his body underneath. It would’ve been fatal if he hadn’t gotten up a moment earlier. He sighed a breath of relief, as he silently thanked Harry for saving him once again.

However, a pair of ghastly feet caught his attention as if a familiar figure standing in front of him, Draco couldn't believe his eyes, as he desperately tried to call out. “Harry?”

“Why won’t you die already?!” A ghostly whisper called out as his mate’s shadowy visage appeared before him. “I miss you already, Draco. I need my omega.”

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Despite all his incessant denial, Draco was privy to the fact that Harry Potter was bloody attractive. He had been subjected to the WW’s incessant hero worship for the entire duration of both of their stay in Hogwarts, so he begrudgingly knew that it was widely accepted fact.

Sometimes, he can’t fathom the reality that the once shaggy little boy that was once the bane of Draco’s entire existence had turned into a fine young man who had now easily eclipsed Draco’s stature. Admittedly, he did find Harry adorable years ago, but he'd never tell a soul.

Being in constant close proximity to Harry, it was inevitable for Draco to finally notice how bloody attractive Harry had gotten. His previously untamed bird’s nest hair now coiffed effortlessly into a hairstyle that flattered his face.

His obnoxiously oversized glasses now sat on his face comfortably as it framed his features perfectly, particularly accentuating his mesmerizing emerald eyes.

Don’t get him started on the major transformation of Harry’s physique as if that scrawny short prat Draco had known for years had never existed as Harry gradually filled his body with layers of bulk and muscle. However, there was a softness in Harry’s physique that Draco appreciated as if his body was built on well-deserved indulgence and strength and not purely vanity.

Growing up with his father who proclaimed that having a clean-shaven look is the most dignified way, a notable wizard should present himself. Draco had never really understood the appeal of facial hair until he saw Harry sporting some hair on his face.

The worst part of this whole thing was that Harry was genuinely ignorant about his appeal, despite everyone he had encountered singing his highest praises. Surely, Harry wasn’t blind to how he looked and his effect on everybody else, but, Harry remained steadfast in his humility.

But before he could daydream more about Harry’s transformation, he was met with a massive bicep just inches away from his face, which effectively broke him out of his reverie.

“Sorry about that, I need to park.” Harry apologized with a cheeky grin as he further closed the already small distance between him and Draco. He hung his massive elbow on Draco’s seat as he turned his body to look at the back of the car.

‘Bloody hell, of course this prat also smelled good’ Draco thought to himself as the faint scent of sandalwood registered in his nostrils

Draco’s silver eyes are irresistibly drawn to the movement of Harry’s impressive physique. The subtle flex of his impressive muscles greatly aroused Draco despite the innocent movement, paired with Harry’s tight shirt that hugged against the bulk of his upper torso.

Harry draped his wrist over the steering wheel as he easily maneuvered the automobile into the tight parking slot in reverse. His tight grip on the stick shift highlighted the veins of his larger hands as he slowly drove the car into the tight parking slot.

He had handled the death machine with so much precision and gentleness that Draco couldn’t be helped but to be impressed, and the view was an added bonus.

This was an unusually tantalizing sight for the blonde. There was nothing particular s☆xual or even suggestive about this action, but Draco couldn’t help his blatant ogling as he sneaked glances at Harry’s focused state. A pit of ☆rousal made itself known in Draco’s loins as his mind wondered what else could Harry do with his bulk.

By all means, Draco had long accepted that Harry Potter was fit, and seemed to check all the characteristics of his ideal type perfectly. However, he also knew that anything with Harry is futile, so he’ll sit here and relish the fleeting time they have together.

“I think I’m getting the hang of parallel parking,” cheered Harry but once his emerald eyes laid on Draco, his expression changed into one of pure concern. “You alright, Draco?”

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Harry and Draco have seen each other grow literally and metaphorically since they were little children entering the grand halls of Hogwarts. From the awkward stages of puberty to the self-assured juncture of adulthood, they’ve bore witness to each other’s growth. Especially if you take into account that they had gotten into a relationship, Harry and Draco had know each other intimately for decades.

Now in their 40’s with several children ready to leave the nest to attend their alma mater, Draco and Harry couldn’t help but to be hyperaware of how much they’ve aged. New aches and discomfort made itself known as their bodies were no longer limber and energetic as it once was. In the past, they used to go at  it like rabbits, taking full advantage of the small breaks between their busy schedules. Now, they have to pace themselves in fear of overexerting their bodies, only getting a few romps in a week.

It was inevitable that Insecurity would come creeping in, especially when they have known each other at their “prime” of their lives. They couldn’t help but compare themselves to their past. Secretly, they were scared that their partner wouldn’t find them as attractive as they once were as time was unforgiving. Unaware that their partner’s love had only gotten stronger as they grew older.

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Draco believed that his physical appearance held so much significance on how he navigated life. In truth, it was indoctrinated into him that Malfoys should only present themselves at their best, and that anything less than is absolutely unacceptable.

Thankfully, Harry had managed to teach him how to loosened up and to keep his walls down, but his strive for perfection stuck when it came to his appearance. Especially since his entire being was under scrutiny, the least he could do was be a perfect physical partner for Harry.

In truth, Draco knew he was an acquired taste, so as a means to combat this notion, he presented himself as somebody who was unattainable. Simply put, he knew he was gorgeous, and he knew he could get away with his attitude because of how he looked.

He prided himself on looking more youthful than his actual age, especially when his husband started growing out his beard, which only made Harry look like an absolute cradle-robber in comparison.

Staring at a mirror, he couldn’t help but focus on the signs of aging evident on his person, crow’s feet littered his eyes, his infamous platinum blonde hair turning more silver as the years passed, his disarmingly lithe body turned podgy in some areas especially after multiple magic pregnancies. It clearly took a toll oh Draco’s body yet Harry loved to trace the stretch marks all over Draco’s stomach in reverence as these were the physical remnants of Draco’s ability to bring their children in the world.

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Harry was no longer that infamous brawny auror that fiercely protected the Wizarding World with his magic and physique. Gone was his ripped and hard body as it gradually developed into something soft yet still sturdy from age and indulgence of good food. Make no mistake, there was still an impressive strength in his physique yet it was more equipped in easily carrying his children and manual labor than taking down criminals like before.

Draco made no mention of his new physique, but Harry couldn’t help but notice the blonde developing the habit of squeezing him more often paired with a hum of amusement. To solve this, he tried working out like he used to, but he was only met with his husband’s suggestive quip, “You’re big enough, Harry.”

And just like that, he had traded his intense workouts for romps with his husband and time with his family. Harry loved his life and the corresponding domesticity as having a warm and noisy home was all he had ever wanted. However with their children getting older, he couldn't help but feel a pit of irrational despair at the thought of no longer being needed. He knew that his family loved him, but sometimes, he just needed to make sure.

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“You’re bloody gorgeous, Mr. Potter.” Harry whispered to Draco as he hugged him from behind.

Draco hummed in satisfaction before returning with fond smile. “You’re quite dashing yourself, Mr. Potter.”

"Do you still love this dashing old man?" Harry asked with a pout.

"Didn't I give you a quidditch team full of our children?” Draco shot him an incredulous look paired with an amused smile. “Isn't it a little too late to be asking that?"

“Draco…” Harry whined.

"Fine, Harry.” Draco rolled his silver eyes. “I do love you just like all the million times I said before."

"I saw that healer apprentice trying to flirt with you..." Harry careful admitted, his grip still not letting go of Draco.

"Is that what this is about?” Draco’s eyes crinkled in amusement and fondness. “Trust me if I wanted some young lad who didn't know what to do with his prick, I'd just use a time turner."

"Hey!" Harry called out. "I wouldn't even use a time turner as I got my beautiful wife right here with me."

"Well, your beautiful wife doesn't feel so beautiful at the moment." Draco solemnly admitted staring back at the mirror.

"What?!" Harry was in disbelief as he hastily replied. "Let me prove it to you."

They were unaware that another Malfoy-Potter child was conceived that night, filling up the recently empty home.

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“There he goes again with his fuck me eyes.” Harry bitterly commented with a frown. “Merlin, has he have no shame?”

“What are you talking about Harry?” Hermione asked, baffled by her best friend’s words. “Whose eyes?”

“Who else besides the ferret?” Ron snickered beside her.

“Malfoy?” Hermione's eyes widened in curiousity. "What about him?"

“It’s like he’s begging to be ravaged right then and there,” continued Harry as his gaze remained steady on Draco’s figure two tables away from them, ignorant to the curious audience to his gawking.

“Excuse me?” Hermoine raised an eyebrow in suspicion at Harry’s words. “I don’t appreciate the implications of that statement, Harry.”

“I don’t mean it like that,” explained Harry as he tried to elaborate without digging the metaphorical hole underneath him any deeper. “It’s just… he’s just tempting fate acting like that.”

“Acting like what, Harry?” Hermione pressed further. “He’s just sitting with his friends, having breakfast like the rest of us.”

Harry wildly gestured towards the blonde, blissfully nobody else seemed to pay him any attention. “Like that! All wanton and desperate for any bloke’s attention.”

Hermione shot a lingering look towards Draco as she carefully observed the blonde. It seemed that the blonde was still unusually groggy as he wasn’t as prim and perfect as usual. Draco’s hair was more ruffled rather than slicked back like usual. His typically pristine robes were slightly rumpled as if he had sloppily put it on. Currently, those silver eyes were staring up at Theo Nott in a daze, ignorant to the rest of the world and the observant gazes of the trio. By all means, Draco just looked unassuming and out of it as if he just crawled out of bed.

There was an unimpressed look on her face. “He seems to be fine if not a little tired.”

“You just don’t get it, Mione, you’re a witch.” Ron happily replied as he munched on his breakfast. “It’s a just bloke thing.”

“Get what exactly?” She said with a scoff.  “That Malfoy apparently is begging to be ravaged by the likes of both you?

“Exactly.” Ron instinctually answered, but only after he realized his mistake. “Wait, No!”

“Well, I don’t want to get in the way of you and Malfoy.” Hermione sneered as she got up and left the table.

“Bloody Malfoy, now, I have to make it up to her.” Ron cursed out as he made no movements to follow her, slouching further into the table.

“Nah, that was all you, mate.” Harry’s gaze finally shifted to his best friend as he jested. “What the hell was that? Wanting to ravage Malfoy? Merlin, you’re becoming more like your father these days.”

“Don’t even joke about that.” Ron deadpanned. “Besides, who do you think you’re fooling? All hot and bothered at Malfoy acting like a slag, just admit you want to give him what he wants.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Harry asked genuinely confused.

“Don't pretend to be daff, I totally get what you mean, Harry.”

“You do?” Harry was surprised at Ron’s casual admittance. Did he finally find another kindred soul in the frustration of his unusual fixation in Draco?

“Uh huh, my father warned me all about those Malfoy slags and their irresistible wiles.” Ron informed him with a knowing smile. “No wonder he was so popular with the Durmstrang boys all those years ago. He probably batted his little fuck me eyes, and showed them some of that Hogwarts hospitality.”

“What?” A pit of fury made itself known in Harry’s stomach, upon learning this new information.

“Oh right, while you were caught up in the Triwizard Cup, Draco cozied up with most of the Durmstrang boys.” Ron informed him, ignorant to his best friend's inner turmoil. "I’ve always wondered how he managed to befriend them so easily but this probably answers everything.”

Harry didn't know how to process this information. A selfish part of him always thought that he was the only one who managed to hold the blonde's interest. The prospect of Draco showing interest in anybody else infuriated him. However, he never knew that others had acted upon it. In truth, it was only a natural progression, someone was bound to become curious and take up his offer, so why was he exactly so upset? Admittedly, he knew that Draco was bloody attractive, anybody could see that but... Merlin knows he had no claim on the blonde nor did he want to, but the thought of Draco with somebody else repulsed him greatly. Exactly how many blokes had fallen to Draco's seduction? And how are they not bound on his every beck and call?

Harry knew if he wanted to find out he needed to experience it for himself, but he knew that once he gave in to his desires, there was no going back.

"Look at him staring at Nott like a crup in heat, Nott probably got his prick wet last night, lucky bloke,” commented Ron with glare.

"Lucky bloke indeed." Harry absentmindedly repeated as his gaze lingered on Draco's eyes.

Meanwhile, Draco’s on the other table, ignorant to the gossip surrounding him, and half asleep since his father decided to monopolize his time meant for slumber to talk about Arthur Weasley through a fire-call.

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Draco’s been awake all night, his thoughts not letting him get a wink of slumber as he tried his best not to wake the warm body beside him. He was stuck in the Gryffindor dorms, half-naked on the comfortable bed of the boy he swore he despised. The alcohol in his system still made him feel disoriented or at least that’s what he told himself as he ignored the other presence in the room. His barely covered body was sore from all the physical exertion hours ago, yet he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.

He just silently hoped that his body recuperated enough before light comes. Seeing the sun finally rise, he carefully crawled out of bed making sure not to disturb Harry’s sleeping figure. He put on his robes and made his way to the door, but not before looking back at the marks on Harry’s bare torso, the only evidence he was ever there.

It was an obvious drunken mistake, but in truth, Draco was sober enough to memorize every loving touch, passionate kiss, and gentle caress into his mind. Even for a brief fleeting moment, it seemed that Harry Potter had wanted him, and Draco will forever treasure that memory.

Despite the physical attraction and passion that just confirmed Harry had for him, Draco knew that whole thing with Potter was hopeless. He knew that Harry would never see him that way nor even be capable of overlooking the sins of his past. He clearly hasn’t so why would the savior? Right now he'll settle for this.

His assumptions were correct because after the incident, Harry didn’t seem to pay him attention anymore. If their previous dynamic was plagued with playful taunts, lingering stares and challenging smirks, now it was only filled with pretending that each other doesn’t exist. It was obvious to Draco that Harry was plagued with regret with the whole experience based on his reaction. Draco was mature enough to admit to himself that he was hurt by his easy dismissal. He shouldn’t be especially after he long prepared his heart for this outcome, but in the end, he still was.

Life seemed to have a vendetta against Draco, but that's no surprise to him as he has lived through enough of its harsh cruelties to be acutely aware of this. He found out he was pregnant a few months later, after a myriad of strange symptoms that he had to endure.

Despite this, Draco reacted with an usual passivity towards the situation as he placidly accepted his new fate. He was going to have a baby. He hasn't even graduated from Hogwarts, and even thought of what do pursue next, but he's about to bring a life in this world. Admittedly, his thoughts went to Harry first. He knew if Harry would ever find out about this, he would feel obligated to stay by Draco’s side. The prat has too much of a savior complex to neglect his child even if it was a bastard.

And Draco... can't have that. He can't bear it.

Draco wasn’t going to force a man who can’t even stand him, settle on him due to unfortunate circumstances and arbitrary obligation.

Call Draco a romantic, but he yearned for a future where his husband wholeheartedly adored him. He won't stand for anything less for him... and his baby.

He makes the executive decision to keep his pregnancy to himself, for the good of everyone, but especially his own. Besides, Harry started dating that Weaselette anyway, he could settle down.

Consider this the last act of kindness he’ll ever do for the boy who broke his heart.

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Draco was proud of his lineage, this was undeniable. It was long ingrained within him that Malfoys were quite distinguished with their tall frames, platinum blonde strands, fair complexions, aristocratic features… and their fertile natures apparently as confirmed by his father.

However, he finds himself thinking he wouldn’t mind his baby having that familiar shade of emerald for irises, or that gorgeous shade of light chestnut skin.

Or in an ideal scenario, a mix of both.

Take the best of both of them, and hopefully, they'll be a happier child.

The thought oddly comforted him, a child that wasn't just a Malfoy, who was bound to his family's archaic traditions and lineage. He wasn't sure how'd he'd fare as a parent, but he was willing to give it his all. He had always dreamed of naming a child after the stars just like he was, and maybe, this was the perfect opportunity. 

He wondered how he'll explain the lack of another parent, maybe, a past muggle lover? Regardless, he knew he'll love his child more than enough to make up for it. Above all, what he could hope for was his baby to arrive in this world perfectly happy and healthy and that he would survive to see to it - because he knew that magical pregnancies tend to be fickle and often life threatening.

However, secretly, he had hoped his baby wouldn’t have that unruly bird’s nest of a mane because there are certain things he's not equipped to handle.

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After countless hours of agonizing pain, his son was finally in his arms. Draco couldn't contain his absolute joy at the sight of his baby.

Suddenly, a new figure barged inside the room as Harry entered clearly distraught, staring directly at him and the child in his arms.

Instead of the fury he had long anticipated, he was met with sorrowful eyes and voice cracked with anguish. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me?”

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Nobody had anticipated the two former rivals, Harry and Draco growing closer after the war. However, after Draco’s last minute change of heart during the final battle and Harry’s testimony in the blonde’s trial, it was a logical progression.

For two rivals that could stand each other’s presence for years, it was odd seeing them happily interact with one another. It wasn’t just exchanging pleasantries for the sake of being polite either. They had managed to foster a genuine relationship as they sought after each other’s presence. Usually, Draco would be with the Slytherins and Harry with the Golden Trio, but now the blonde and the savior were spotted together more often than not. It was jarring to see the Savior and a former Death Eater be so chummy and at often times, even affectionate with each other.

It was a stark difference from how they were with the rest of their friends to how they were with each other. Lingering touches, easy skinship and intimate positions were an often sight when it came to Draco and Harry. It was as if they couldn't get their hands off each other. It was natural for an outsider to assume that they might've been something going on between them. However, they were both adamant that they were just making up for lost time and that they were just two mates who love to have a good laugh.

"I've been his mate for the longest time, Harry never wrapped his arm around my waist like that." Ron commented with wince as he stared at his best friend's actions. "Nor have I ever sat on his lap."

"Draco isn't exactly known for his deep affection," added Pansy with a smirk.

Despite this, they were both in happy committed relationships with Harry dating Ginny and Draco dating Theo even before they formed a friendship. However, the issue is that ever since they had gotten closer, they had begun to unwittingly neglect their relationships for each other. Until one day, Draco and Theo broke up. It was inevitable for others since they all saw how Draco would rather spend time with the savior than his boyfriend. Furthermore, they've only been dating for months so it wasn't that serious.

What nobody had anticipated was for Harry to suddenly break up with Ginny, his girlfriend for years, with no apparent reason. Everybody had thought they were going to end up together, married with kids but apparently Harry threw that all away for a whim.

“Why the hell did you break up with the Weaslette, Harry?” Draco asked as he cast a weak cooling charm on Harry’s black eye. Ron had just protected his little sister’s dignity even at the cost of his best mate.

"I'm not sure. Maybe, I wanted to see what's out there."

Some people had anticipated for Harry and Draco to start dating now that they were freshly single, and yet they still maintained the eerie intimacy between them. However, nothing seemed to progress. It wasn't long for both of them to find themselves in different relationships. Draco had accepted a courtship from Neville while Harry dated a strikingly similar blonde Slytherin witch. People praised Draco's relationship with Neville as they could see how the Gryffindor boy grounded him and cherished him wholeheartedly. It was an odd pairing but it worked.

After dating Ginny for so long, people expected Harry to be reckless and have fun to which he actually did. He seemed to frequently bicker with his blonde gf, yet they both seemed to make up for it in passion. Ultimately, that relationship would fizzle out after a few months.

What caught everyone by surprise was a day later when Draco broke things off with Neville despite their relationship being happy and perfectly healthy just a day prior. Neville swore that they were still in good terms, but others could discern the sorrow in his voice.

"I thought things were going well with Nev. What happened, Draco?" Harry asked as he nursed a drink. They were alone together at the dead of night.

"He was perfect, but it didn't feel right," admitted Draco softly. "Maybe in another world, I would've been happy with him."

Others thought that this was the final straw, that Harry and Draco will finally be shameless enough to get together and save the rest of them from the heartbreak. However as weeks passed by, they found themselves in different relationships again.

The pattern continues until they have practically dated more than half of the Hogwarts student body, to the point where it was common knowledge that if you find yourself in a relationship with Malfoy or Potter expect to never be the priority.

It gets to a point where their peers locked them in a room together, only letting them out when they finally realize and admit their clear feeling for each other, just to save everyone else from the heartbreak. Somehow, this leads to Draco bouncing on Harry's prick platonically...

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After countless hours of agonizing pain and a new found respect for his parents, his son was finally in his arms. Draco couldn't contain his absolute joy at the sight of his baby. He looked down at his son, his very own flesh and blood.

His son retained those infamous Malfoy blonde locks but it will take a couple of years to guarantee he got away scott-free. Furthermore, based on how his soft cheeks easily reddened, Draco deduced that his son may have inherited the infamous shade of Malfoy alabaster skin.

When his son finally opened his eyes, Draco was met with a familiar shade of emerald. He bit back a sob at the cruel reminder of his previous paramour yet his naive heart still fluttered nonetheless Draco swore he saw a twinkle of pure awe in his son’s eyes as he looked up at him

“Hello, my Star,” said Draco softly with a genuine smile. All those agonizing hours of pain had been well worth it for the pure triumph of having his baby in his arms – a result of his love and nobody else’s.

Suddenly, a new figure barged inside the room as Draco was met with a familiar face he had only seen again in his dreams. Harry, who was clearly distraught and out of breath, was staring directly at him and the child in his arms.

They both sat in silence as they all were uncertain about what to do next, thankfully his parents brought the healers into another room to discuss the remittance for their service and secrecy.

Deciding to finally break the silence, Draco gritted out through his teeth. “I can’t believe that Weasel actually told you.”

“Ron knew about this?!” Disbelief and hints of outrage was evident in Harry’s face as he exclaimed.

“Watch your volume, it doesn’t matter anymore.” Draco chided him as he silently cursed at his own mistake. He shouldn’t have mentioned Ronald at all, he did appreciate the ginger’s secrecy. “Why are you even here, Harry?”

“I was looking for you all this time,” answered Harry.

Draco let out a humorless laugh. “That’s hilarious since the last time I remember, you were quite content with ignoring my presence.”

“I’m sorry, but I really did look for you.” Harry insisted as he stepped closer to them. “You just disappeared without leaving a trace."

Draco can’t discern any deception in Harry’s demeanor, yet the petty hurt overtook his mind. “Do you take me for a fool, Potter? I can assure you I am nowhere located on Ginevra’s tongue,” bit Draco out with a glare.

“This isn’t what I came for.” Harry inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes as a means to calm himself down. Those emerald irises shifted to the baby in his arms. “Draco, is he mine?”

Draco’s previous bravado immediately dissipated as he remained quiet, his deafening silence was enough of an answer. Instead of the fury he had long anticipated, he was met with sorrowful eyes and a voice cracked with anguish. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Harry, please don’t take him away from me.” Draco desperately pleaded with his silver eyes bleared. The mere thought of his son being separated from him was enough to bring him to tears.

“Draco, I would never!” Mortification and shock evident in his tone as those glistening emerald eyes widened at the accusation.

“You have Ginevra please, he’s all that I have.” Draco begged as his vision blurred with warm wetness from his tears. “Please, let me have this.”

“Draco, I would never separate the two of you.” Harry solemnly stated, which Draco couldn’t help but believe. Harry allowed him to regain his composure as Draco hastily wiped away the tears, hoping it wouldn’t upset his son.

“Have you decided on what to name him?” Harry hesitantly asked, unsure if he was even in the position to inquire.

After a beat of silence, Draco finally answered. “James… James Scorpius Malfoy.”

There was a pitiful whine that came out of Harry’s mouth as he inched closer to Draco’s bed, eyes not straying away from the child in his arms. “That’s- that’s a fine name.”

Draco held their baby closer to Harry so the taller man could see him better.

He wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at their son, blessed with a fair mixture of both of their features. “Would you like to hold him?”

Harry was taken by surprise by Draco’s offer, but immediately he took it nonetheless. “Please may I?”

Draco gently handed James over, he carried him with the utmost care and sensitivity – a warm smile overcame Harry’s lips as he stared down at their son. “Hello there, little James.”

Little James started to coo at the sound of Harry’s voice which only made things more difficult.

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“At the risk of offending you, Auror Robards, but you couldn’t have chosen the two worst options out of all your Aurors.” Draco declared as he challenged his superior. “We are the two most recognizable faces of our generation, yet you want to send us out there without the use of a polyjuice potion?”

“I’m afraid this mission requires the precision and skill only our most adept Aurors possess.” Robards responded to the protests, but not before adding. “This might help your portfolios if you’re both eyeing a higher position.”

“Well if you put it that way, we’ll take the mission,” answered Harry for the both of them before Draco could protest.

“Of course, a brute like yourself would immediately agree to a honeypot mission." Draco snarked as he pursed his lips, yet he didn't decline the offer.

“Actually, Auror Malfoy, you’re the one going undercover in this mission." Robards briefed, which resulted to some laughter from Harry. "Your task is to get close to the target without arousing any suspicion, and plant some charms so we have ears on him.”

“Auror Potter, you’ll keep an eye on Auror Malfoy.”

“Already do that every mission, sir.” Harry responded cheekily which awarded him a smack from the blonde.

“This seems easy enough.” Draco’s gaze was full of skepticism as he pressed further. “Why can’t I do this alone?”

“Not that I don’t think you’re capable enough on your own.” Robards paused before continuing. “Auror Malfoy, you’ll be in a compromising state the entire duration of this mission.”

"How compromising?"

After a beat of silence, Robards finally responded. "You'll be disguised as a common whore."

"What?!" The two Auror partners both exclaimed at the same time as disbelief filled their entire bodies.

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“Why do you have a bloody miniature kneazle on your face, Harry?” Draco demanded as he eyed Harry’s new mustache incredulously. "It's unsettling."

“It’s my disguise.” Harry replied before giving Draco a sleazy smile. “You don’t like it? I think it makes me look dashing.”

In fairness to Harry, he did look starkly different to the point where he was unrecognizable to the untrained eye. However, Draco had spent far too much time with the man for decades to not recognize him anywhere. Harry’s usual bird's nest was slicked back, his infamous scar completely concealed, and with the addition of the facial hair, he was also wearing some darkened spectacles which obscured enough of his face without it being suspicious. All this combined made for a handsome picture.

Of course, Draco wasn’t going to tell this to Harry, who admittedly looked completely attractive dressed in gaudy muggle clothing.

“The only dashing that’s going to happen, are all these wixen dashing away from that monstrosity,” scoffed out Draco with an eye roll in an effort to mask his attraction.

“You’re all talk for somebody who still looks like a pointy git.” Harry retorted with amusement. “Besides, where’s your disguise?" His tone became tickled. "Or is this is your way of telling me you dress like a common whore everyday.”

“You’ll see,” replied Draco succinctly with a knowing grin.

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The room was dim and hazy as sweaty bodies populated the dance floor, Harry tried his best not to get overstimulated by all the bright lights and eye candy around him. It had been a while since he had a warm body on his mattress, opting to spend time on the job with his work wife.

Robards never said anything about the mission taking place in a Muggle club, no wonder he assigned Harry along. He currently had eyes on the target, but his partner was nowhere to be found. So much for reconvening before the mission started.

Thankfully, the target was too preoccupied with indulging himself with the women around him. In fact, Harry got approached several times since he had came in, which pained his heart to turn down each and every one. But the mission came before anything else, especially mere lust.

If only he was more reckless and irresponsible, but alas, he was an adult with responsibilities.

However, this didn't mean couldn't indulge himself with looking. In fact, he was mesmerized by a great set of legs just that walked in, only to realize it was his very own Auror partner.

There Draco was, scantily clad in tight fabric that barely covered anything, basically parading himself for everybody to gawk at. Paired with his already impressive height, further emphasized by a pair of heels, he commanded the room's attention.

Draco had let his platinum hair down which reached the small of his back, which danced with each sway of the blonde's hips.

His tight garment accentuated the curves Harry never knew the blonde had, particularly the swell of his… Harry didn’t dare to finish that thought.

Harry had never seen the blonde expose so much skin in all the decades he had known him, which rendered him speechless as he couldn't help his ogling. Blissfully, it was a common enough reaction in the room as Harry could already see several interested glances thrown the blonde’s way. He was also privy to the fact that all of these glances came from other blokes.

Their eyes met as Draco’s gaze lingered on him for a few seconds to acknowledge his presence before continuing the mission. Draco remained steadfast and approached the target as naturally as possible. Harry stayed close to the bar, nursing on his drink as he subtly watched them.

“Hi, do you want to dance?” Draco asked in a light saccharine voice as his fingers trailed the target's torso. Harry had never recalled any memory where the blonde had present himself this way.

The target’s gaze gave Draco a slow once-over, actually considering the blonde’s offer. Giving Draco enough ample time to plant the charms on the target’s body at the assumption that he was being touchy.

“Sorry, baby. I don’t swing that way, but I’m flattered.” The target finally answered with a sleazy smile.

“Aw, such a shame.” Draco pouted as he stared up at the target, his wide platinum eyes giving off an air of faux innocence. “Here I thought I was getting lucky tonight.”

“Go get yourself a drink, it's on the house." The target ordered but not before giving Draco's arse a hard slap. Harry could feel his own tight grip at this. He had half-expected Draco to hex the man's bollocks off, but the blonde did was let out a sweet laugh as he left the man alone.

Draco approached the bar and sat a short distance from Harry. He ordered himself a fruity cocktail, which was a stark difference from his usual tastes of strong spirits. Harry took this opportunity to really look at Draco. In truth, it's hard to believe that this was Draco, the same point blonde who drowned in his robes and his arrogance who Harry had grew up with.

"Auror Malfoy, I'm afraid you need to linger for a little bit longer, the target's attention is still on you. We're still ensuring that the charms were planted properly." Suddenly, a familiar voice filled both of their heads. "Auror Potter, stand down."

"Affirmative," replied both of them under their breaths.

Draco took his time in savoring his drink, playing with his straw and batting his silver fuck-eyes to anybody who looked remotely interested, Harry included.

Merlin, it was as if that haughty pureblood princess Harry had known for so long, had never existed.

It didn’t take long for Draco to be approached by the target again. “Could I take up that offer for a dance?”

“I thought you weren’t interested.” Draco teased, playful mirth evident on his face.

“It’s been a minute since I had some ass.” The man replied in a slimy voice. “Why don't I take you home so you can see how lucky I-"

“Sorry, mate. He’s all mine.” A deep voice cut in their conversation as Harry approached them, his arms naturally slinking around Draco’s waist. Everyone was caught off guard by this. Harry didn’t know what he was doing, all he knew was that he needed to put a stop to this.

The target seemed unimpressed by Harry's presence as he brushed him off. "By all means, mate. Go right ahead."

"Let me know when you're done playing around, baby." The target whispered to Draco, but loud enough for Harry to clearly hear amidst the loud music. He left promptly.

Harry pulled them into the dance floor away from the target, yet he could still feel a heavy gaze on them.

“What the hell were you thinking?” Draco whispered. Harry had never been so relieved to hear Draco’s snark.

“Change of plans.” Harry whispered. “Dance for me.”

Harry could immediately discern the blonde’s fury at this order, but he also knew that they had no choice. A quick glance was enough to spot the target staring right at them akin to a vulture waiting for its prey to finally succumb to death.

Thankfully, the dim lighting in the club was enough to conceal their embarrassment and unease as Draco planted his arse directly against Harry’s groin, hesitantly grinding against the taller boy.

Harry’s hands found purchase on Draco’s hips as he guided Draco’s movements as they swayed with the music. Blissfully, they both found the rhythm and pacing soon enough as they grew more confident in their moves. Harry never knew that Draco was so well-versed in popular modern Muggle dancing, but he noticed the blonde’s gaze which was directed to the other bodies around them, imitating what he observed.

He had never anticipated for the blonde to feel so… soft. For the longest time, he was under the belief that Draco Malfoy was a pointy git, basically skin and bones. However the plump plush feelings on his hands clearly told otherwise. There was also a more… primal side of them that liked the feeling of the blonde’s body underneath his.

Harry could immediately feel his prick start to harden at the direct stimulation, Harry tried to warn through gritted teeth. “Wait, baby.”

Take into consideration that he had been in a long dry spell, the direct stimulation on his prick and the fact that admittedly, Draco looked absolutely ravishing tonight, it was inevitable for him to be aroused. Before he knew it, his erection was aching in his pants as Draco briefly stood still to cup the foreign harding sensation in his back. After a few seconds of registering what it was, the blonde continued his dancing.

This completely caught Harry off guard as he anticipated the blonde completely freaking out but instead, Draco arched his back and planted himself deeper against the Harry’s growing interest. 

After this, it was as if a switched had been turned on, as Harry helped himself to the pleasure that Draco’s body was providing him. Harry’s fingers inched closer to Draco’s loins, which exposed his own arousal, which only emboldened Harry to be more blatant with his lust. There was a point where he had be shamelessly dry humping the blonde’s body, regardless of who’s watching. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system, maybe, it was for the sheer fact that he finally got the blonde all pretty and pliant for him — Harry didn’t actually know for sure.

All he knew was that Draco felt so good underneath him, and his thoughts naturally gravitate towards the notion that it would might feel better inside the blonde. Maybe, if he was lucky, he would find out tonight. Draco clearly didn’t mind his desperate arousal, so the feeling may be mutual.

Draco suddenly turned to him, and pulled him closer to his level. Harry couldn’t help licking his lips at the close proximity of Draco’s face as thoughts of making those gorgeous silver eyes weep filled his mind.

“Is he still looking?” Draco whispered in an out of breath tone, which briefly sobered Harry up.

It wasn’t long for him to spot the gaze of their target still on Draco. “Yes.”

“Fuck it.” Draco captured his lips in a fervent kiss, which he responded with the same desperation.

All those years of heavy tension between them had immediately dissipated upon the contact of their lips. Admittedly, they had begun to get too caught up with each other to be fully aware of their surroundings. Draco had just tasted so sweet with the lingering taste of alcohol in his tongue. Both of their arousals clear as day in their loins rubbing against each other.

“I need you,” pleaded Draco as he briefly pulled away from Harry’s lips.

Harry couldn’t help but to indulge the blonde, Merlin knew he always had a soft spot for Draco. He easily manhandled Draco’s entire weight in his arms as he tried to find an exit, uncaring about the rest of the room.

It would’ve been an easy task if Draco wasn’t so adamant on locking lips for the entire journey, not that Harry was complaining. But before they knew it, they were outside still making out against the wall. Even if the coast was clear, they couldn’t keep their hands away from each other.

“Congratulations for a successful mission, Auror Potter and Auror Malfoy, that was a certainly unique distraction tactic.” Robards voice filled their ears, which caused them to immediately pull away from each other. “You may retire for the night. Let’s reconvene tomorrow.”

This immediately sobered both of them up as they just stared at each other, memories of what they had just done replaying in their minds. Harry broke the silence, repressing the pang in his chest at the thought of leaving the blonde. A part of him assumed that this was all a facade for the mission, so he’s going to take his chances retreating now. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You really are a brutish prat.” Draco scoffed at him, yet he wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck. “Shut up and finish what you started, Potter.”

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James didn’t know what he had anticipated when he had finally stepped foot into the historic halls of Hogwarts. He was a jumble of nerves as he hesitantly observed and explored the place that he would call home for the next couple of years.

Admittedly, this was also the first time he would be away for a significant amount of time from his father, which pained him. Memories of their tearful goodbye at the King’s Cross Station as his father watched him board the Hogwarts Express flashed through James’ head.

After he had received his letter requesting his attendance to the prestigious school, he could tell that his father was extremely proud of him. However, James also saw that underlying sorrow in his papa’s smile, despite doing his best to conceal it.

It was during times like these, James wished that their family could’ve been more nuclear, so at least he could rest easy knowing that there’s somebody else with his papa. Nonetheless, his father bid him farewell with a fond kiss and some sincere well-wishes.

James knew that their first day was full of the usual introductory Hogwarts orientation. However, the Hogwarts’ house system was prominent throughout the Wizarding World, but to see it first-hand was still a spectacle to behold.

As the ceremony began, she started calling the names of the new students one by one. Before he knew it, he had heard his name. “James Malfoy.” Headmistress McGonagall stood before him as she called his attention to sit on the stool in front of everybody.

“Hm, a son of two powerful wizards from two different houses. I could sense the palpable ambition in your veins, but what’s this? A pure form of courage ready to be uncovered.” A voice uttered. “I see you’re adamant in following your father’s footsteps. I shall grant your wish.”

“Please Slytherin.” James quietly pleaded, hoping speaking directly to the hat would help his chances.

“Gryffindor!” The sorting hat announced to the room which caught James by absolute surprise, but he couldn’t react as a symphony of cheers quickly demanded his attention.

After the infamous sorting ceremony had concluded, it finally dawned on him that he was sorted into Gryffindor. In truth, he didn’t necessarily mind his chosen house if it wasn’t for the fact that his father and his grandfather had been in Slytherin, and he had wanted to follow.

He briefly wondered if his papa would be disappointed in the fact that he didn’t make it into Slytherin. All his father had told him before he had left was to thoroughly enjoy his time, always know that he was beloved, and to stay away from those pesky ginger Weasleys.

Blissfully, James managed to strike up some conversations and make acquaintances with some of his new housemates as they were friendly and welcoming enough.

However, he was privy to some of the glances thrown his way from a few students, which he assumed was due to his surname.

James knew about his father’s notoriety with his past, but that didn’t matter to him. He’s proud to be a Malfoy, and Draco Malfoy’s beloved son at that. James knew that he didn’t quite look like a typical Malfoy.

His hair, although a similar shade of platinum blonde as his father’s, was far too untidy and curly to be mistaken as those infamous bone straight platinum Malfoy locks.

Instead of those piercing silver irises, he was stuck with striking emerald irises which admittedly was a bit of an insecurity for the young boy. His skin was darker than his ancestors’ typical pale complexion which his father loved to praise saying that he looked healthy.

He was privy to the reality that he most likely inherited those particular features from his other parent.

However, at the end of the day, it didn’t matter to him as his father will always be James' papa, who loved him unconditionally and nothing will ever change that.

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“Draco, dear. I love you, but I refuse to hear anymore about your sex life with the bloody savior.” Pansy groaned out. “At first, I was interested, learning all about Potter’s bedside manners, but after the nth time, it gets bloody boring.”

“Please, Pansy. You know I can’t talk about this with anyone else,” replied Draco with a whine. “Merlin knows the last thing I need right now is a proposition from a cocky Slytherin wizard with an overactive mind and an eager prick.”

“You think Potter’s prick won’t get up for you?” Pansy snickered to herself.

“Please, Pansy.” Draco easily scoffed at the accusation before he gestured to himself. “Look at me.”

Dull green eyes rolled at this blatant proclamation of vanity. “Point taken.”

“Don’t get me wrong, the sex is amazing.” Draco continued, uncaring about his candor. “Harry’s a very considerate lover and he’s proven time and time again that he’s gifted in more ways than one.”

“But I just want him to stop treating me like I’m this delicate little flower,” admitted Draco. “I could tell that he simply adores and cherishes me, but I want more.”

“But you want to be ravaged…” Pansy snorted. “Don’t you worry your pretty little head, I already have a plan.”

Pansy flashed him a sly grin. “It’s quite simple really, make the savior jealous.”

“Harry doesn’t get jealous. Besides, he knows my heart yearns for nobody but him.” Draco earnestly replied. “He’d be foolish to even entertain the thought that I’d pick somebody else over him.”

“That’s sweet and all, but face it, Draco. Your dating history says otherwise. You’ve only gone out with Pureblood heirs or foreign brutes, there’s no reason that people would think Potter would fall into either of those categories.”

“I won’t cheat on Harry,” declared Draco.

Draco didn’t know exactly what her plan was, all she told him was to compliment somebody in front of Harry.

“Longbottom, you’re starting to fill out your robes.” Draco randomly commented with enough volume to gather attention. “All that Auror training is paying off very nicely.”

Almost everyone who overheard the words that came out of Draco’s mouth was rendered speechless. Even Neville seemed to be caught completely off-guard by the blonde’s compliment. “Oh, thank you, Draco.”

“Where the hell did that come from?” Ron snorted out loud.

“That’s enough bickering, boys.” Pansy cut in their arguing. “It’s just that, dear Neville, started looking like one of Draco’s previous Durmstrang suitors years ago.” Pansy commented loudly enough for most of the table to hear.

Draco just shot her an irritated look.

“Durmstrang suitors?” Harry asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Draco was quite popular with that bunch.” Pansy added with a saccharine smile. “In fact, I was quite sure Draco would end up being married to one of those brutes. Thank Merlin, he found our beloved savior instead.”

“Really now?” Harry replied in a voice that didn’t seem quite his own.

“Not to worry, Potter.” Pansy humored the savior, but not before turning to Draco. “Although, I think you may need to claim our dear Draco over here so that he’s officially off the market.”

“No need to act coy, my dear. It’s common knowledge within Slytherins that you have a penchant for brutes.” Pansy brushed off her friend with a smug grin. “Merlin knows you had the bruises to show for it.”

“Enough!” Draco raised his voice, putting a stop to Pansy’s plan.

Before he knew it, Draco found himself in Harry’s room with the savior not uttering a single word for the entire duration. “Harry.”

Those emerald eyes seemed to pierce right through him. “Is it true?”

Draco wanted to feign ignorance, but he knew he couldn’t lie to Harry. “Yes.”

Harry finally spoke again. “Draco, you know I love you wholeheartedly, right?”

Draco replied. “Of course, I do, you bloody sap.”

“That’s great to hear, especially since I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” Harry cheerfully replied with a tight smile.

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His back was pressed against the soft mattress as Harry hovered over his body. Those emerald irises looked at him as if he wanted to devour all of Draco. Frankly, Draco doesn’t know if he should be scared or excited.

With no grand fanfare, Harry removed his own clothes with haste; the savior’s impressive body easily eclipsed Draco’s lithe figure. Draco couldn’t help himself as he shamelessly ogled his boyfriend’s physique. Furthermore, Harry’s weeping erection was a sight to behold as it grew more wet with arousal the longer he looked at the blonde.

Consequently, Harry captured Draco’s lips in a desperate kiss as he closed the small distance between them. Draco could feel the size of Harry’s curious tongue as it was shoved into his mouth, trying his best to reciprocate with his own. He could feel the nips and pricks of Harry’s teeth on his lips as Harry helped himself to Draco’s mouth.

While their mouths were occupied with one another, Draco could feel the clothes being ripped from his body. Before he knew it, he was completely naked with Harry’s warm hands exploring the pale expanses of his body. Usually, Harry liked to savor his time with Draco’s body, but this time, he was more akin to a starving man presented with a feast; and the blonde’s body was the satiation of his overwhelming hunger.

Large hands squeezed and smacked the soft mounds of flesh on Draco’s body with little to no care about the state of the blonde. Feeling Harry manhandle him with no struggle scratched that itch in Draco’s mind as the bigger man helped himself to Draco’s body. Suddenly, his legs were gathered up in the air, bound by Harry’s grip around his ankles, as thick fingers penetrated his entrance.

Draco grimaced at the searing pain in his entrance, yet he knew that this was just a crude preparation for what was yet to come. “Wait, Harry!”

Harry didn’t even bother giving him an answer as he continued on. Admittedly, Draco didn’t appreciate the lack of foreplay, he had badly wanted to get Harry’s impressive prick in his mouth. He didn’t know how lubrication managed to find its way into his entrance, but admittedly, he appreciated the fact that Harry wasn’t completely unconcerned with his pleasure. This was only a brief moment of reprieve as a far larger object entered him from behind. He could feel his walls stretching further to accommodate for Harry’s impressive girth and length. “Fuck!”

“Isn’t this what you fucking wanted, you desperate slag?” Harry demanded in a deeper voice, fucking into Draco’s tight heat until his whole prick was deep inside Draco’s body.

Draco’s arousal was evident upon hearing these words, which Harry immediately noticed. “If I had known this was all it took to get you to be pretty and pliant just for me, I would have fucked you like this years ago.”

Draco couldn’t help but instinctively glare at Harry’s cockiness, which was the wrong move as it only encouraged Harry’s punishment. However, it was quickly accompanied by those addicting rushes of pleasure after Harry managed to find a steady rhythm. His large hands steadily gripped on the blonde’s hips, closing the already small distance between them.

“You’re mine, right?” Harry cruelly asked, possessiveness dripping from his voice. “Nobody could fuck you like the way I could. Not a pureblood heir, nor any Durmstrang boys.”

But before Draco could indulge his lover with an answer, suddenly, large hands wrapped around Draco’s frail neck as Harry squeezed tighter. Draco relished the brief moment of suffocation, only overwhelmed by those bouts of pleasure that Harry provided him. He should be petrified, yet all his brain could register was the feeling of pure exhilaration. “Answer me!” Harry demanded, those emerald irises fixed in a glare as he fucked into Draco’s struggling body.

There was a debauched expression on Draco’s face, clearly overwhelmed by all the sensations, yet he managed to nod just in time. Thankfully, Harry let up on his grip, yet his rhythm didn’t falter.

“Maybe, I should just knock you up, so I can guarantee you’ll be by my side forever.” Harry wickedly teased him as he caressed Draco’s toned stomach. “You’d like that, huh?”

Naturally, the blonde’s cock twitched in interest at this. Draco hated to admit it, but it really did. There was something so enticing about bearing Harry’s children that he couldn’t even fully begin to comprehend. Not that it was even possible since he was a wizard, but then again, fertility magic had increased by leaps and bounds for years.

He was broken from his thoughts with a large smack across his face. All Draco could do was stare up in shock at Harry as searing pain enveloped his cheek. “Keep your attention on me, you fucking brat!”

Draco didn’t know how to explain that he was technically still thinking of him. As a response, Harry began to intensify his thrusts into the blonde. Waves of pleasure and pain surged throughout Draco’s body as he locked himself to Harry using his long legs. He effectively lost himself to the ecstasy that Harry provided him. “You’re so good for me, taking me so well, Draco.”

“H-Harry!” The blonde cried out, Draco’s own arousal reached its peak as he climaxed with no grand fanfare, squirting his seed on his own stomach. Despite this, Harry still retained his furious thrusting, unconcerned about Draco’s debauched  state. Draco couldn’t even have a quick respite of recovery as Harry selfishly chased his own orgasm, treating the blonde as nothing more than a tool of pleasure. Suddenly, the warm sensation of liquid started to make itself known in Draco’s entrance as Harry ejaculated inside of him with no warning.

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Both of their bodies bruised and fatigued from the several rounds they had just endured, but they both couldn’t wipe the face of pure satisfaction  from their faces. Heavy breathing and sighs filled the room as they looked at each other deep in their eyes.

“Are you alright?” Concern was evident in Harry’s tone, a complete 180 from the beast that inhabited his boyfriend just hours earlier.

“I’m more than alright, Harry.” Draco purred out with a earnest smile.

“We look like we both got mauled,” jested Harry, pertaining to the marks and bruises that littered both of their bodies. He began to gently caress the bruises that littered Draco’s body, oddly enough it seemed to soothe the pain. “Do you really enjoy this type of thing?”

Draco let out a scoff and traced his slender fingers on Harry’s torso, particularly on the marks that he had left. “Don’t lie to yourself like that, as if we haven’t been going at it all night, Harry.”

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“Hullo, Harry,” greeted Ron as he caught a glimpse of his best mate entering his home through the floo. He returned back to his task at hand which was building a cradle without using any magic.

Suddenly, Harry leaped on top of Ron, pummeling his best friend with his sore fists as he demanded. “Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Ron was naturally caught off-guard at Harry’s sudden ambush as he easily was incapacitated.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?!” Searing pain made itself known on Ron’s face. His nose started bleeding from the strong impact as he managed to kick the larger man away from him. Ron already knew in the back of his mind that his nose was broken. “Tell you what?!”

“Draco!” Once the name left Harry’s mouth, Ron flinched. Admittedly, the blonde had been haunting Ron’s mind for months ever since he had caught him in that lavatory. He had carried some guilt over what Malfoy had to endure and the heavy burden of keeping it from his best friend.

Thankfully, Harry had calmed down a bit as he didn’t attack Ron any longer, instead choosing to take out his frustrations on the wall. Ron found the courage to ask. “How did you find out?”

“I overheard some reports of a blonde wizard around the old abandoned Malfoy Manor.” Harry averted his gaze as he replied. “I’ve been looking for him for so long, only for him to be right under my nose.”

Ron wasn’t even aware that Harry was searching for the blonde for months. They had been so caught up with graduating and settling into their new adult lives, that he assumed that Harry was perfectly content with his new life as an Auror. “What did you do, Harry?”

“I didn’t do anything…” Harry seemed to have a cruel epiphany as he let out a humorless laugh. “Fuck, that’s the problem isn’t it? I didn’t do anything.” More tears dripped from Harry’s eyes. “I shouldn’t have let him go after that night.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Ron?” Harry asked his best mate, clearly upset about the unexpected betrayal. Never had Ron seen Harry directed a look like that directed his way, it made his heart clench.

“I wanted to, trust me,” answered Ron with a somber tone. “But he didn’t want me to, practically pleading with me not to tell you.” He added as he averted his gaze from his best friend. “In his fucked up way, I think he was protecting you and both of them.”

Harry couldn’t contain the volume of his frustration. “I don’t need any bloody protection! I didn’t defeat the Dark Lord and won the bloody war for both of you to underestimate what I could do!”

Ron ignored Harry’s outburst as he continued. “I thought this was the least I could do for him, especially considering what he has to endure for the rest of his life.”

“Do you even have feelings for him?” Ron asked directly.

“I don’t know,” answered Harry hesitantly. “Yes?”

“That’s not fair, Harry.” Ron stared at his best mate, he didn't quite know who it was more unfair towards the blonde or his sister. “What about Ginny?”

After a beat of silence, Harry softly answered. “It’s just not the same, Ron. Ginny, she’s amazing but…”

‘She isn’t Draco Malfoy’ went unsaid yet clearly understood by both of them.

“I understand, but my sister deserves somebody who loves her,” responded Ron, trying to suppress his instinct as an older brother. He added. “Malfoy as well.”

“I know that’s why I’m ending things,” added Harry, unease evident by the tinge of redness on his cheeks at the casual admittance of breaking up with Ron’s sister. “I think it had run its course naturally.”

“I know you’re my best mate and I love you like a brother, but you could be a proper prat sometimes, Harry.” Ron stated as he carefully examined his presumably broken nose. “Even being the bloody savior doesn’t absolve you from that.”

“I know, I know I’m sorry, it’s just that-” Warm tears dripped from Harry’s eyes, devastation evident in those emerald irises. “A son, I have a son, Ron.”

Ron should be furious with Harry, but all he could feel in this moment was pity for him. He wrapped Harry in a hug and let the man grieve over the family that he had once again lost. “I know. Just rest easy knowing your son is being raised by somebody who loves him the most.”

11 years later...

It wasn’t until a new presence entered the classroom that Harry was jolted out of his reverie. The familiar figure was too blonde to not command his attention. he thought he was hallucinating but it was truly the blonde in front of him—Draco Malfoy in the flesh

Draco looked as beautiful as the day Harry had lost him. Adulthood was a good look on the blonde. Harry knew they had both drastically changed after more than a decade, however, he could still easily pick out those silver irises and platinum blonde strands in a sea of wixen.

“Ah, Draco!” Harry found himself saying before he caught up to the words that left his mouth.

“Professor Potter,” greeted Draco back politely. However, it was easy to discern the coldness in his voice.

“Hey now, none of that. Call me Harry,” insisted Harry with a warm smile. ‘Like you used to’ went unsaid yet mutually understood by both men.

“It’s alright, Professor Potter. I believe it would be more appropriate if you were to refer to me as Healer Malfoy.”

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Sweaty bodies laid beside one another as the sounds of heavy breathing filled the quiet room. Exhaustion seeped through their bones as they lay together. The lovers lay in absolute silence, uncertain about what’s to come. Each of them carried their own guilty conscience, ignorant of the other one’s predicament.

Each of their personal missions had been accomplished, feigning ignorance to the soppy wet mess located between their loins. 9 months later, they finally bore the fruits of their labor, happier than ever as they welcomed their first child, the first of many to come.

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Harry loved Draco wholeheartedly, flaws and all. He just wished the blonde knew how deep his love ran. He doesn’t miss the irony of the situation as they have been dating for more than a year now. Despite it all, Harry didn’t know how to prove his love to the blonde, beyond all his futile attempts. It was a miracle that the blonde even agreed to go out with him.

He could discern that Draco had the same feelings for him too, but his penitence prevented their relationship from going any further. It hurt his heart, hearing Draco believe all the vitriol thrown at him as if he was already convinced that Harry was willing to throw him away once he had gotten his fill and gotten bored.

After the war, all of the blonde’s self-esteem and confidence had diminished, buried underneath the years of guilt and resentment inside him. In truth, he had missed the blonde’s infamous candor and vivaciousness, instead of this shell.

It came to him one random day as he watched another one of their yearmates settle down and start a family. If he could just knock Draco up just once, he would be able to prove to the blonde that he is worthy and deserving of having a future and a family. Selfishly, Harry knew it would also secure Draco’s position by his side, where the blonde rightfully belonged.

Besides, Draco would be the perfect mother of his children. Sure, their mother came in the form of a haughty wizard with tons of generational baggage, but they’ll make it work… somehow.

All he needed to do was release his seed inside the blonde, a peculiar habit that they had already developed since they had started dating. He just needed to ensure that Draco doesn’t take his morning-after potion.

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Truthfully, Draco didn’t know how long this thing with Harry would last. Somehow, he had stumbled into a relationship with the savior, despite their tumultuous history.

He had secretly resigned himself to a life full of atonement and guilt, but Harry came along, and Draco couldn’t help himself. At the end of the day, he was still that same selfish wizard whose greed had no bounds. Harry was a shining beacon in Draco’s life, which truthfully drove him to be better.

He had long accepted the fact that his intense distaste for Harry was just a skewed form of attraction for the savior, and by some miracle, Harry held some type of fondness for him too. However, Draco knew in the back of his mind that Harry was fleeting and was bound to leave him behind at any moment. He tried to steel himself for this inevitability, but Draco knew that he would be destroyed once Harry finally leaves him behind.

After seeing Blaise finally settle down after his long stint as a perpetual pureblood bachelor after he had gotten a witch pregnant, an idea popped into Draco’s head.

Draco never wanted children, and his decision was just strengthened after the war. How could he bear a child in this world, knowing full well the cruelty they are capable of? He had truly never wanted any children, but if it guaranteed Harry’s presence in his life, then… maybe, he could learn how to raise a family of his own.

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Draco must be going mad, absolutely mad…

He swore that bloody savior is up to something. Harry had been hijacking all of Draco’s dates, with no fail. Every time he was on a date with a wizard, he could spot the bloody savior around if he tried hard enough.

It was clear that Potter has a habit of staring at him… Well, in the prat’s defense, Draco had been up to some nefarious things that warranted said vigilance from the savior years ago. He had thought he had effectively cleared his name after the war, yet Harry’s stare always lingered. In truth, those emerald irises unnerved him, yet it also came with feelings of enticement.

They’re friendly… well, friendlier than what they used to be. It was more than clear that Draco wasn’t planning to do anything dastardly or devious, yet Harry’s gaze still remained steady on him. The blonde knew that the quickest solution to this was just simply asking the prat why he always looks at him. However, his pride wouldn’t allow it.

He wouldn’t have minded Potter’s gaze if it weren’t for the fact that he always seemed to be watching Draco whenever he found himself on a date.

Draco is a perfectly normal young wizard with a libido to match. Fortunately, pureblood supremacy hardly mattered when it came to physical attraction. Sure, his parents probably expected him to settle down with some pureblood heir, but that didn't mean he couldn't have his fun.

Admittedly, Draco’s usual types were far from the typical refined and polished pureblood heirs; instead, his tastes leaned more into the brutish and bulkier types.

Thankfully, there was no short supply of said aforementioned brutes in Hogwarts.

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Draco recalled a time when he managed to secure a date with a Durmstrang boy during the Triwizard Cup. It was a refreshing sight being surrounded by brutes who towered over him, compared to most of his yearmates who barely had their growth spurts. Thankfully, he managed to catch the eyes and get along well with most of the Durmstrang boys; he assumed that boys who looked like him weren’t a common sight back in the far north.

Honestly, the Hogsmeade date was just a courtesy before he was taken back to their chambers and ravaged. It didn’t matter that it would be his first time, and admittedly, a little apprehensive. Draco had wanted to show him that infamous “Slytherin hospitality” in exchange for that notorious “Durmstrang brutality”.

A pair of striking emerald eyes was directed at them; it was clear to Draco who it exactly was. It was almost second nature for him to notice that boy’s presence anywhere. Potter, who apparently managed to find the time to stalk them in Hogsmeade instead of putting all his focus on the tournament. His date seemed to notice the heavy gaze on them as well as he subtly became more unnerved and calculated with his actions. Consequently, Draco was left with nothing but a mere peck on his lips as his date bid him good night.

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“There’s our favorite Slytherin heir.” Draco was accosted by two gangly figures on his way to the Great Hall. Blissfully, there was nobody else nearby to overhear. “Are you free for a quick meal?”

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.” The blonde easily snarked out. “But fine, why do you ask?”

A pair of identical amused grins formed on their faces. “Well, we heard a little rumor about Malfoys and Weasleys and we wanted to see for ourselves.”

Draco groaned upon hearing their reasoning. “Is this about our fathers?”

The rumors about their fathers’ torrid love affair within the Hogwarts halls were infamous, yet not entirely confirmed.

“Bingo!” They chirped.

Draco scoffed. “Now, why in Merlin’s saggy ballsack would I ever say yes to your ridiculous proposition?”

“We’re good at sharing.” The two ginger boys said to him in sync as they sandwiched Draco in between their lanky frames. “We know you’ve thought about it; everyone does.”

The Weasley twins were far from the typical brutes that Draco usually went for, but their towering heights were enough to not count them out immediately.

However, it did pique his interest when both had propositioned Draco simultaneously, and it was an experience that he didn’t want to miss. Besides, it wasn’t like he had anything better to do; he might as well do something vapid after his review.

“Alright, meet me at the library tomorrow,” replied Draco with a smirk.

The next day came, and Draco had managed to finish all his studies; yet there was still no sign of the twins. After an hour, Draco had accepted the fact that they stood him up. It was probably some prank that Draco had been too careless to realize at the time. It wasn’t like he was completely inefficient since he managed to accomplish most of his errands for the day.

In fact, it wouldn’t even be a much of an issue if he hadn’t seen the twins with Harry scurrying around the halls; those emerald irises shot his way with a knowing look.

When confronted a day later, they gave some hasty apologies with an excuse that Potter had roped them into a scheme that was too good to pass up. They offered to go out another day, but Draco wouldn’t let himself swoop that low. They had effectively lost their chance with him, and his interest in the both of them was long gone.

“How can we make it up to you?”

After a beat of silence, Draco realized that the sincerity in their words, he replied. “Introduce me to your brother.”

They both shared a knowing look before they asked. “Which one?”

“The Dragon-tamer,” easily supplied Draco.

Two pairs of eyes blinked in surprise. “He’s twice your age.”

“And he’s twice my size, so?” Draco directed them an unimpressed look. “Something that both of you couldn’t even accomplish despite the fact that there are two of you.”

Maybe, he wasn’t so over it after all. Potter’s meddling be damned, Draco was going to get what he wanted.

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Neville Longbottom was a sweetheart, but Draco knew that even way before. A gentle giant with enough politeness to overcompensate for the rest of the blokes in his house. This was the exact reason why Draco had given the Gryffindor boy a chance. Besides, his new burly body didn’t hurt either. Neville invited him to have a drink in The Three Broomsticks, in an effort to get to know him. It was still unclear whether Neville truly had any romantic intentions with this invitation, but Draco wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. By all means, Draco was more than ready to enjoy this date and hopefully have his body pounded through a mattress later.

“I heard you dated Luna.” Draco offered trying to break the awkward tension between them.

“Yeah, she’s a great girl, but I didn’t want to limit her back.” Neville said with too much fondness, which made Draco uncomfortable. It was clear that the taller boy still fostered some feelings for the blonde witch, hopefully not enough that his prick wouldn’t work tonight.

“I suppose the size of your wrackspurt impressed her.” Draco purred out sweetly. The moment those words left his lips, Draco couldn’t help but grimace at what he had just said. However, it seemed to do the trick since Neville was completely flushed red.

A loud snort made itself known, which only embarrassed Draco further. There was some prat listening in on their date. Draco turned to confront the man, but he was met with the obnoxious face of a familiar prat.

“Oh, Hullo, Harry!” greeted Neville with a warm smile.

“Drinking all by yourself, Potter?” Draco sneered out, irritated at the savior’s typical interruption. “That’s a shame.”

“Yeah, everyone’s been so busy lately,” lamented Harry with a pathetic excuse of a pout.

“You can join us if you want, we don’t mind the company,” Neville looked at him earnestly. “Right, Draco?”

“Right…” Draco answered hesitantly, unable to disagree.

The smug grin on Harry’s face made Draco want to rip the savior into pieces. “Well, if you both insist!” Harry slid beside Draco, which only infuriated him further.

Draco allowed himself to actually look at the prat who had been meddling in his dates for years as Harry offered him a wide smile. He never really realized that he needed to tilt his head upwards to look at Potter; in fact, he had been looking rather brutish lately. “You’re looking rather flushed, Draco. Are you alright?”

“I suppose,” Draco purred out. That brute also loved to feign ignorance, yet the warmth of his palm seared through the small of Draco’s back.

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Draco Malfoy had a peculiar, nasty habit among other things. In fact, said habit developed its own notoriety within the Hogwarts student body.

They said that if you get the blonde pureblood drunk enough, he’ll be willing to open his legs for you as long as you have a hard prick ready for him.

Those rumors speculated that this habit seemed to be hereditary as similar rumors existed even during the days of Lucius Malfoy. Apparently, the Malfoy wizards had been known to be quite liberated and promiscuous within the Hogwarts Halls despite their prim and proper demeanors. Notably, there were some decades-old whispers about a certain blonde Slytherin pureblood heir with a penchant for ginger wizards and an even older tale about a pale Slytherin pureblood heir who slept through a fleet of Durmstrang boys during a season of the Triwizard Cup.

In recent years, there had been some gossip about a certain Slytherin pureblood following in his family’s footsteps in more ways than one. The voices spoke about how one could get the pureblood heir drunk enough, and he’ll be more than willing to open his legs for any wizard as long as they have a hard prick ready for him. Furthermore, the voices spoke about the immense pleasure that only the said pureblood heir could provide, despite his unpleasant exterior.

In truth, Harry didn’t care about the validity of these rumors; it’s probably all just hearsay to tarnish the ex-Death Eater’s name. Harry Potter was more than well acquainted with rumors, having endured several tall tales about him since his childhood. Whether it was positive or negative whispers, most of the time it’s rooted in delusion and exaggeration. Additionally, it was only amplified whenever the subject retained their silence, so it started this cycle of vitriol in the form of harmless gossip. It was disgusting really how these tall tales easily circulated within the span of just hours despite its flimsy validity.

He wondered if Draco was even aware of the whisperings that had been circulating these halls, and if that only further enabled his shrinking. Even after the war ended, Harry knew that things didn’t entirely improve for Draco. Despite the blonde’s last-minute change of heart, which Harry honestly believed ultimately changed the course of the final battle, most of the student body were still hung up on Draco’s vitriol and arrogance that they’ve endured for the past few years. His family’s close association with the Dark Lord and his Death Eater mark didn’t help either. Despite the fact that Draco was much more reserved and kept mostly to himself after the war, most of their schoolmates were set in their ways about their opinions on the blonde. Harry could only hope that the blonde would stay resilient and persevere until they graduated, so at the very least he had his education to fall back on.

It wasn’t until one day where Harry had been exposed to the prospect that those rumors might not be as far-fetched as he had hoped. It had been early in the morning, Harry and some of the Gryffindor students had been having their breakfast at the Great Hall. Oddly enough, it seemed like it was only the Gryffindor wizards who were in attendance at the table as the girls were nowhere to be found.

“I finally did it!” Seamus announced to the table with a smug grin akin to a plump kneazle who had just caught a diricawl. “I took one for the team, and I finally bloody did it.”

“Did what?” Neville asked with a polite tone, having stopped eating his breakfast. “Also, good morning to you, Seamus.”

“Good bloody morning to you too, Nev!” Seamus’ sleazy grin seemed to grow impossibly wider. “I offered a drink to Malfoy.”

“No way!” Dean’s eyes widened, his own meal left abandoned.

Upon the mention of the blonde’s name, Harry himself stopped his chewing, opting to put all his attention on listening to what his friend had to say. By the sudden absence of the clinking of tableware, it seemed that the rest of the day had the same idea. It was undeniable that there was a shared curiosity about the Slytherin blonde within the table, despite all their vehement denial. They had all heard of the whispers surrounding the blonde Slytherin, but this was the first time they got to hear a first-person account of the rumor. Even Harry was admittedly invested in what Seamus had to say, even if there was a strange sensation in his chest upon hearing the news.


“Well, don’t keep us waiting, how the hell was it?!” Ron pressed further, looking far too amused by the news.

Seamus let them stew in anticipation before he gave them all a salacious wink. “All I can say is that Malfoy sure got a mouth on him.”

There was a symphony of laughter that roared within the table, but all Harry could focus on was the grueling sensation in the pit of his stomach.

“That doesn’t sound right…” Neville mumbled with a frown that dripped with disappointment. It seemed that he was the only one with a fraction of a moral backbone on the table. “Malfoy clearly isn’t in the right state of mind-“

“Don’t be such a buzzkill, Nev.” Seamus easily brushed off the concerns of the bigger boy. “Besides, the Slytherin slag couldn’t get his paws off me.”

“Well, what actually happened?” Harry asked, still in disbelief that Seamus out of all people had managed to bed Malfoy. His gaze instinctively fell towards the Slytherin table, the absence of the blonde was glaring.

“Ernie invited me for a drink last night with some of the Hufflepuffs. I found the blonde slag on his lonesome, so I offered him a sip of my fire whisky. I think he was moping about something, so I decided to actually give him something to cry about.“ Seamus snickered to himself. “To save you the messy details, I got my prick wet, and hightailed it out of there.”

“Seamus, that’s not very nice…” Neville chided before he added in a softer voice. “Even if it’s just Malfoy.”

“What? Am I supposed to marry that Slytherin slag just because he’s a good shag?” Seamus groaned out with an eye roll. “In fact, he should be thankful that somebody is gracious enough to overlook the fact that he’s a filthy Death Eater.”

“Well, honestly, you are being a prat, Seamus.” Dean replied in a flat tone, teasing his best mate in the process. 

“Even you, mate?!” Seamus’ eyes widened at this unexpected reaction. “Where the hell was this criticism when Justin got his prick wet just last week?”

“Justin shagged Malfoy?” Harry asked, surprise evident in his tone. He had seemingly lost all his appetite; there was no way he was eating now. His gaze easily found Justin Finch-Fletchley at the Hufflepuff table, laughing with his friends. The boy noticed his staring and gave him a friendly wave, one that Harry couldn’t help but ignore.

“Mate, almost every wizard here has shagged Malfoy; hence the rumors.” Seamus chuckled. “You know what they say: where there’s smoke, there’s fire.”

“Not every wizard.” Ron snorted. “The rest of the table hasn’t been anywhere near that Slytherin slag.”

“Well…” Dean spoke, which made all eyes turn to him.

The rest of the table couldn’t contain their collective shock. “You too?!”

“I was lonely, and Ginny had ended things with me,” answered Dean with an awkward smile. “I assume he was also going through a rough patch since we found each other at an ungodly hour.”

“Well?” Harry pressed further, irritation bubbling in his body. He didn’t know why he was so riled up with the conversation at hand.

“Well, he had some firewhisky on hand and was more than willing to share.” Dean continued after a breath. “Look, I’m not going to be a total bell-end about it like Seamus.”

“Hey!” Seamus protested.

“But let’s just say Malfoy’s much more pleasant to be around if you keep his mouth occupied.” Dean at least had the decency to look somewhat bashful despite his boasting. “Merlin, I sound like a total prat. In retrospect, it was really nice actually. Honestly, what I needed at the moment. Malfoy was also much nicer to me afterwards, well, nicer in his own Malfoy way…”

“And all you had to do was stick your prick into that Slytherin slag.” Ron said with a chagrined expression.

“Don’t knock it till you try it.” Dean easily replied. “In fact, I don’t mind doing it again, even without the alcohol if he’s willing to.”

“Okay now you lost me, mate.” Seamus replied to his best friend with an incredulous expression. “That slag is a great shag and all, but there’s no way I’m dealing with that without at least three shots in me.”

“I still don’t think this is an appropriate conversation to have in a public setting, especially when the Slytherins are nearby.” Neville lectured with a noticeably flushed face.

“C’mon, It’s just Malfoy!” Seamus deadpanned, his volume enough to gather some attention from the students nearby. “I have no semblance of courtesy or even respect for him.”

“Just your hard prick then?” Harry found himself saying before he realized the sarcasm coming out of his mouth.

“Oh, get off your high horse, Potter.” Seamus spat out. “Especially since I don’t see you jumping at the chance to do anything about it.”

At that moment, Draco walked into the Great Hall, looking a little worse for wear, completely capturing Harry’s entire attention. He could faintly hear his table erupt in absolute laughter, but his focus was steady on the quiet blonde as he sat beside his friends. Despite Seamus’ proclamation of having a great shag the night prior, it was clear that the blonde didn’t share the same satisfaction as the Gryffindor wizard.

Admittedly, Harry thought Draco was bloody gorgeous, and had been for the longest time. He had a theory that if the blonde were less of a prat, he would’ve been completely adored by the student body. Hell, even with his past and attitude, Draco was still revered by some of their schoolmates. You don’t get away with your cruelty for so long if you didn’t have the beauty for it to be overlooked. However, the dark mark changed everything. Draco was suddenly tainted and irredeemable in most of the wizards’ eyes.  Everyone’s desire for the blonde was suddenly concealed closely to their own chests, only shining through in moments of secrecy.

In that moment, as if it was just a casual thought, it dawned on Harry that he didn’t need the flimsy excuse of needing liquid courage to bed the blonde.

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Draco just knew that Harry was about to break up with him.

Ever since he had gotten together with the savior, he knew that their relationship was essentially on borrowed time. It was only a matter of when.

The unnecessary opinions of their peers didn’t help either, not that Draco paid them any actual attention. They could go red in the face from spouting all that bullshit about Harry being obliviated yet Draco couldn't care less.

At the end of the day, he was the one that Harry had chosen and kept coming home to.

It wasn’t that their relationship was bad, actually it was far from it.

The sex was absolutely phenomenal as well as they’d been going at it like a pack of kneazles in heat ever since they had gotten together. At least that was one aspect that Draco was completely confident in, leaving his boyfriend completely satisfied — And he had the marks to show for it.

He knew that Harry was attracted to him, and usually that would be enough for Draco. But there are nights where he laid awake, body deliciously sore and Harry’s warm body cuddled next to him, completely ignorant to his insecurities.

He considered himself to be beautiful and most people clearly shared the same sentiment, despite all their vehement denial. However, being attractive could only get you so far, and beauty inevitably fades. He began thinking of other reasons why Harry would want to be with him beyond his allure.

Draco was privy to the fact that his personality was an acquired taste, dampened only by his beauty, wealth and family name. However, once he’d run out of all of this, what would be left of him? Beyond the gorgeous visage, did Harry truly love who he was with all his unpleasant faults?

Being with Harry felt like an absolute dream yet a part of Draco was stuck waiting for his boyfriend to finally wake up from his senses. He dreaded the day Harry finally woke up and had gotten over his “passing fancy” for the blonde, and go marry a proper witch. Ever since Harry had asked to court him, Draco had begun to silently steel his heart for this inevitable heartbreak.

Sure, the tears that fell down his face did come from the absolute joy of being with the boy who he had loved as he graciously accepted Harry’s courtship, but it also came with the sorrow that one day, he wouldn’t be his any longer.

It all came crashing down one day, when Harry had cornered him after their usual Hogsmeade dates. “Draco, could we talk in my room later?”

Draco's heart started to race as a million thoughts ran through his mind for the rest of the day. Harry had been keeping to himself recently, usually they had spent all their free time together. However, Harry said that he had been doing some confidential tasks for the ministry, so Draco decided not to pry. However, rumors swirled around Hogwarts that Harry was spotted with an older witch recently. Draco wasn't the one to spiral... well, most of the time, so he assumed this was some witch from the Ministry.

However it had been a week, the rumors never let up as it only intensified with several accounts that Harry had been visiting random homes with the same witch. Their Hogsmeade date only confirmed Draco's suspicions as Harry looked nervous for the entire duration.

Once Draco made his way into Harry’s private quarters, the savior greeted him with a warm smile. “Draco.”

Instinctively, Draco immediately pulled him in for a deep kiss as if his body knew it needed to distract Harry with sex just to salvage this relationship.

Harry hesitantly pulled away, wearing a thoughtful expression. “Wait, Draco, we need to talk.”

The blonde could practically feel his heart bursting out his chest. As a last resort, Draco uttered the first words that popped into his head. “I’m pregnant!”

The silence was heavy between them as both of them processed the words that came out of Draco’s mouth. Clear shock was evident in both of their faces, uncertain of how to process the news. Draco didn't know why he said those words, when clearly he wasn't with child. It was all an act of desperation as guilt weight heavily on his shoulders.

“Harry-“ Draco began to try to clarify and apologize, but he was beat to it.

“We’re having a baby?!” Harry exclaimed as he captured Draco in his arms, gently swinging his entire body around. “Merlin, Draco you’re so perfect for me.”

Harry began peppering kisses on Draco's face, his smile impossibly wide. “All I wanted was to ask you if you wanted to live together after we graduated. Merlin, we’re going to have a baby!”

Draco felt the rancid guilt pool into his stomach, feeling more sick, the more he saw his lover's earnest excitement.

It was in this moment he knew he was truly fucked.

If he wanted to keep Harry in his life, he needed to figure out a plan to get pregnant quick.

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It had all began with the normal fixture of Harry and Draco bickering over something arbitrary. Usually, it would usually end with a quick exchange of snarky quips and sour faces as they each try to pretend that they’re better and more mature than the other. However, somehow during this day, they both won’t let up until they effectively “won” the argument. It had began during Potions yet somehow their voices were still heard arguing around the Hogwarts halls till the day's classes had ended. Until… it suddenly came into eerily silence as if they simply disappeared in thin air.

Before they knew it, they had both fallen on the ground with Draco lying directly on top of Harry’s body. This temporarily caught them both off guard as they had the mutual realization of how pleasant the physical contact between them was. After a brief moment of silence, they had both hastily pulled away from each other as if the contact between them burned. Despite this, they both sported a matching pair of flushed faces that they both made no acknowledgment of.

“Get off me, you absolute brute!” Draco protested as he averted his gaze from the taller wizard.

“You seemed pretty comfortable there, Malfoy.” Harry snarled right back, refusing to look at those silver irises.

“Just leave me alone, Potter.” Draco tried to walk away to conceal his embarrassment if it weren’t for a strong grip around his wrist that stopped him right in his tracks.

“Wait, this doesn’t feel right.” Harry said as he looked around the hall. They were still in Hogwarts, but the atmosphere felt foreign and unusual to Harry. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.”

“Well, It’s a good thing I’m trying to get back to my dorms then.” Draco huffed out yet made no real effort to break away from Harry’s hold. “Now if the great savior could please excuse this mere pureblood to retire.”

“Wait, Draco!” Harry immediately pulled Draco into his chest as he hid both of them behind an old curtain. “Shut up for a second.”

A way too familiar blonde figure walked past them, and Harry heard Draco’s breath hitch in tandem. It was Draco, well another Draco, who presumably was native to this universe.

“Was that you?” Harry found himself asking as he tried to rationalize what he had just seen. “Did you set off a bloody time-turner?”

“Why would I have access to a time-turner?” Draco replied, irked by the implication of Harry’s words. “Besides, if your brutish mind can’t recall, I endured the whole day listening to your incessant retorts and pestering, how could my past self be possibly alone?”

Harry ignored the snark as he thought out loud. “If this isn’t the past then we must be in a different universe.”

“Excuse me, what type of mischief have you gotten me into now?!” Draco turned to face him and started to pound on his chest. “Look what you did, you absolute prat!”

“What I did?! Why would I want to be here stuck with you?!” Harry retorted back. “How is this my fault when you’re the one who bumped into me?!”

“You say that as if I could even physically push your giant brute body.” Draco scoffed out, clearly the blonde was lashing out due to his panic. “Besides, if you only kept on your grubby hands to yourself.”

“I am not going to waste precious time arguing with you, Malfoy.” Harry let out a resigned sigh. He knew this bickering was what got them into this mess and it won’t help their situation any further. “Let’s just find a way out of this world.”

“Are you that dull, Potter?” Draco chided with a glare. “If we truly are in an alternate world, we are prohibited from changing anything in this universe, much more having them be aware of our existence.”

“Well, do you have any other brilliant ideas then?” Harry quipped back, frustrated with how technically Draco was in the right.

“Let’s just keep a low profile until we can find something that could explain how we ended up here.” The blonde said, yet Harry was certain that the blonde was secretly unnerved by the whole situation. “Let’s start at the library I suppose.”

Luckily, they managed to make their way into the library without alerting anybody of their presence. However, they were met again with this universe’s Draco who was wrapped in an amorous hug with a certain tall Weasley boy. Harry immediately pulled his Draco away from the sight as they both tried to process what they had just seen.

“What in Merlin’s Saggy Balls was that?!” Draco screeched out in a hushed tone, his normally pale visage was flushed pink.

“You tell me, you’re the one who’s apparently pretty close to Ron in this universe.” Harry commented as they both peeped at the two figures again to ensure what they had just seen. Sure enough the blonde and the ginger were all over each other. “Maybe, this is a universe where you and Ron are mates?”

Said Draco was now engaged in a passionate lip-lock with Ron, ignorant to the extra presence in the room. “Er, I guess mating would be the more appropriate term.”

Draco was just rendered speechless upon seeing another version of himself act so wanton and brazen with Weasley of all people. The blonde looked absolutely shell-shocked as he tried to process this universe’s reality. In truth, it also bothered Harry in a way that he can’t fully comprehend. Was the sight of his best mate snogging his rival that upsetting to see? If it all just felt so wrong in his eyes, he wondered how it felt for Draco.

“At least, you look happy.” Harry commented, trying to break the awkward tension in the room. Instead of the anticipated snarky quip, he was met with nothing but Draco’s silence as the blonde steadily looked at this version of himself who managed to find love. It was unsettling to see Draco so silent and somber as he was so used to the blonde’s vivacious expressive nature.

“Look, Draco. Let’s just get out of here,” said Harry as he blocked Draco’s sight of the two lovers with his massive body. This was the least Harry could do for the blonde.

Suddenly, they found themselves transported back to the hallway where they had first began.

“What the hell just happened?” Draco groaned out.

“I think we got transported again,” answered Harry, as he silently wondered why he always seemed to cushion Draco’s fall, not that he truly minded.

“Merlin’s saggy balls! Are we back from where we started?”

“I don’t think so.” Harry replied as he scanned their surroundings. Sure enough, even if they were still in a similar hallway, it was completely different from the one they first appeared in.

“Do you mind saying it again?” Draco offered. “Maybe that will activate it.”

“Let’s just get out of here.” Harry tried, but nothing changed. He repeated again louder, but to no avail. “Let’s just get out of here! Let’s just get out of here!”

Harry at least had the decency to look sheepish. “Sorry, I don’t think I was the one who activated it.”

Draco deflated. “What else could it be then?”  They both shared a knowing look, trying to not acknowledge the only other factor that could’ve activated it.

Harry decided to bite the bullet and face the embarrassment of acknowledging what they had just seen. Finally, he spoke. “Well, what if it had something to do with you seeing yourself with—“

“Merlin, Is this my punishment?” Draco groaned out as he hide his face behind the palms of his hands. “Being forced to see myself snog that Weasley brute?”

“Let’s just give it a chance.” Harry tried again, while empathizing with Draco’s predicament. “The quicker we find out what triggers it, the faster we find our way home.”

After a beat of silence, Draco softly answered. “Alright.”

Once they had made their way into the library, they had anticipated seeing Ron and Draco together again. However, what they were met with was “Draco” in the lap of Neville Longbottom, both in deep focus on the book they were both reading simultaneously.

Harry’s eyes widened as he let out a sound of disbelief. “Neville?! Seriously?!”

“Don’t look at me that like, Potter.” Draco glared at him with no real heat before he tried to justify the sight in front of them. “Maybe they’re just friends?”

At that moment, Neville begun planting kisses on Draco’s nape, which rewarded him with a soft moan from the blonde.

Heat rose to both of their cheeks, flushed red upon hearing this wanton sound coming out of his counter part’s mouth. “That’s what you with your friends then, Malfoy?”

“Let’s just get out of here!” Draco said far too quickly, which transported them back to the hallway.

Once they found themselves transported back to another Hogwarts hallway, they knew exactly what they had to do. They shared a look of grim understanding what they have to endure to get back to their world. Harry tried to lighten the mood. “At least, we finally know what activates it.”

“Let’s just get this over with, Potter.” Draco replied with no emotion, not sparing Harry another glance.

This lead to a cycle of Draco and Harry being transported into different universes, encountering “Draco” being in a happy committed relationship in all of them, the only difference was his partner.

They even found themselves in a universe where Draco was engaged to Tom Riddle, happily if they might add. They didn’t know how skewed the timeline was in that universe for Tom Riddle to be attending Hogwarts at the same time as them, but here it was right in front of them. Thankfully, his Draco seemed to be horrified by the whole situation which placated Harry’s worries of a possibility of his Draco actually falling in love with the dark lord.

The more universes they get transported to and encounter another version of Draco perfectly in love with another wizard, the more somber the blonde had gotten and the more it bothered Harry. In truth, he had anticipated seeing a universe where they were together, but they had never encountered it, much to his own silent disappointment. It reached to the point where they had encountered all configuration of Draco dating the entirety of the wizard students in Hogwarts.

In a cruel twist of events, the last universe they’ve been in, Draco was apparently dating Fred Weasley as they were subjected to the couple planning their future wedding, ignorant to what the future held of for the Weasley twin. Harry could’ve swore he saw his Draco’s eyes shine with wetness as he looked upon the tragic lovers before they were transported again.

However, this time, it seemed that they finally managed to get back to their original universe, as they were met with a mob of their concerned friends at their sudden disappearance. Shockingly, Draco refused to speak to anybody even his friends, opting to keep to himself — thus leaving Harry to explain everything that they have been through.

“Harry, you’ve been gone for a week, what the hell happened?” Ron asked frantically, worried about his best friend.

“It’s only been a week?” Harry and Draco had experienced so many universes to the point where it had felt like a life time.

Harry then began retelling what he had experienced for the past week, all those alternate worlds where each respective world’s Draco had been in a loving relationship with a different wizard. As he spoke about it, the more it baffled him why seeing all those versions of Draco deeply unnerved him. It had nothing to do with him, so he was just a mere spectator. At the moment, it dawned on him. The fact that it had nothing to do with him was the reason why it upset him. He and Draco had been orbiting each other for the majority of their lives, and to know that there are universes out there that prove that Draco is irrevocably happier when he wasn’t so involved with Harry caused a pang in his chest.

“I knew that ferret was a bloody slag, I just knew it!” Ron cheered, looking far too amused by the information that Harry had just provided.

“Ron.” Harry began to chide his best mate. Although he understood the humor of the situation, the memories of Draco’s solemn expression as he watched different versions of himself were seared into Harry’s mind.

“Look if you wanted to have a serious and mature conversation, you could’ve spoken to Mione but you didn’t, you chose me.” Ron brushed his scolding off with a smug grin. “Now, tell me more about this allegedly sane alternate version of myself that was completely fine with shagging Malfoy.”

“In his defense, I think that was the universe where Malfoy was the happiest.” Harry carefully admitted which secretly churned his stomach as he finally verbalized his observation.

“Huh.” For once, Ron seemed to be rendered speechless as he started to tune out, but not before absent-mindedly replying. “Interesting. I mean gross.”

“It’s not that I want to bloody date the prat but it gets to a point.” Harry confessed as heat rose to his cheeks as he remembered how precious each “Draco” looked as he were cherished by their partners. Harry had long come to terms that he had some form of attraction towards the blonde, but to know that in all those other universes, it was never reciprocated, hurt him more than he could ever admit. “Is there really not one universe where Malfoy and I get along?”

Ron let out a snort, “Can you imagine if this is the universe where you’re expected to date him then.”

There was a beat of silence as Ron’s words lingered in the air. Harry knew that Ron was jesting, but at that moment he had an epiphany of his own. “Unless…”

“Unless what?” Ron asked before his eyes widened upon realizing what Harry was about to do. “Harry, wait!”

Harry immediately ran out the door, in search for the blonde. He scoured almost the entire of the castle, keeping an eye out for those platinum blonde strands until he finally found Draco by himself underneath an apple tree. Draco had a pensive look on his face as he carefully snacked on an apple, staring into the murky waters of the Great Lake.

“Draco!” Harry called out to him, more out of breath than he anticipated.

The blonde was startled by his sudden appearance and his evident fatigue, but he quickly conceal it with a sharp glare and a pointed tone. “What the hell do you want, Potter?”

“Draco.” Harry tried again.

“You had your fun regaling your tale about what you’ve seen in those other worlds?” Draco snarked. “It must be amusing for you, seeing all those versions of myself being subservient to your friends. I’m sure you all have a good laugh about it.”

“Draco.”

“You came to rub it in my face that out of all the universes in the world, I end up in the one where I’m unloved?”

Suddenly, Harry pulled Draco in a desperate kiss, one that the blonde returned with the same vigor once the shock wore off. “Shut up, Draco.”

“This is our universe, is it clicking for you yet?” Harry pulled away but he didn’t break eye-contact with those piercing silver irises. “In this world, you’re mine.”

There was a look of pure shock on Draco’s face upon hearing his words, yet the blonde didn’t pull away from his hold. Those piercing silvers eyes stared right at him as if Draco was processing exactly how to respond. Slowly, slender fingers trailed against his chest up to his jaw.

“You’re gravely mistaken if you think I’m as easy as those other versions of myself.” Draco turned his face away as he warned with far too much amusement in his voice.

Harry’s heart swelled with elation as he couldn’t help himself. “I already have in you in my brutish arms, don’t I?”