Never tickle a sleeping Drarry

“Mr. Potter, that gesture may be sweet and touching but please remember you two are in class and not in your own world. I do not tolerate sleeping in class so please wake Mr. Malfoy up. I’ll see the both of you in my office after class.” - Professor McGonagall

(scene inspired from wzxz/fake slackers 🥺🫶)

Space Void with Moon Phases Eyes 🌒 🌓 🌔 🌕 🌖 🌗 🌘

watching you sleep

something that’s sorely missing from drarry fics is draco having a dog that he carries around in a little bag

Thinkin bout the gang :)

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS 2002 | dir. Chris Columbus

“The Bi Who Lived” - Happy pride month!

ever think about how Harry had to become a decent cook at a young age bc of his abusive relatives, and how maybe in the future he reclaims the act of cooking for himself? yeah, me neither.

I forgot I never posted these!! A little Golden Trio portraits cause I’m rereading the series!!

Lover, You Should’ve

“Why don’t you come over?” he asked casually, and when they came through the Floo together they didn’t need to say anything, and it was all a quiet focused blur of body against body.

They were both a bit hungover from the night before, and before they undressed each other, Malfoy closed the shutters against the thin lemonade sunlight so Harry wouldn’t have to squint when he lay on Malfoy’s bed, looking up into Malfoy’s face. It should have been awkward, Harry with his pounding headache, Malfoy a bit red-eyed, unshaven, rumpled-looking; and on top of all that, neither of them really knowing what they were doing.

But actually, it was just so good. Everything felt right, and after a while Harry broke off their kiss to cast a Lumos, all the better to see Malfoy properly. When Harry started to touch him, Malfoy blushed all the way down his chest, and then Harry was straining against the heat of Malfoy’s mouth, sheets rippling under his clutching hands, and the pleasure was so clean and easy that Harry wondered why they had waited so long.

“I don’t sleep well,” Malfoy said later that evening, as though he hadn’t spent the afternoon dozing sweetly, uncurled across half the bed, body a loose line pointing towards Harry. And Harry said, “I don’t either,” wondering what it would be like to wake shivering in the dark from a nightmare to find Malfoy beside him. All that heat to warm himself at.

“Stay the night?” Malfoy asked, and instead of answering, Harry rolled closer and kissed him again, like it was all very simple. And maybe it was.

Draco by Lorandesore

Just Harry, gazing at his three favourite people in the world.

[and yes, i do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars…]

"It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy. I will always be suspected. There is no escaping the past."

this is how i imagine hermione would have looked at the yule ball🥰