Drarry Quotes

“My name is Draco Malfoy. I'm here to turn myself in. I'm a hardened criminal and I'm sure Ronald Weasley would be only too happy to take my statement."

He presented his wand and the woman took it before handing him a badge that read: Draco Malfoy, Hardened Criminal

"If you'll wait over there, dear, I'll summon Mr. Weasley for you."

Draco shrugged, not much caring one way or another. He could keep breathing and cataloguing his regrets as easily in Azkaban as anywhere else.

Weasley seemed to waffle between being pleased as punch and calculatingly suspicious. "Why are you turning yourself in?"

"My close proximity to the Savior of the Wizarding World infected me with sunshine and happy thoughts. I found my inner Gryffindor and it told me to repent."

"Fuck you, Malfoy. Why are you really here?”
― dysonrules

“It feels like you’re cheating on me,” Draco said. His voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

Harry stared at him, his breath caught in his chest.

“I know it’s the curse,” Draco said, and had to turn away, sniffing angrily, running his hand over his face. “I know - I know it’s not real. And we hate each other or - politely tolerate each other, or whatever’s been going on, and you and the girl Weasley are -- but it feels like you’re cheating on me.”

“Draco,” Harry said. The word sounded like it had been torn out of him.

“And it’s like I’m crazy,” Draco continued, eyes huge and hungry, fixed on Harry’s face, “because no one else thinks it’s strange, and I want - I want everyone to notice. I want Weasley to say something about it. But instead it’s - it’s all fucked up, and I can’t tell anyone, and--”

“I broke up with Ginny,” Harry said. Draco made a tiny, winded noise and stopped talking, mouth snapping shut, thin face turned towards Harry. Harry swallowed hard and continued, “It hasn’t been right between us for a long time. Not since after the Battle. But, er, we finished it, um, officially. Last night. So.”

“Right,” Draco said, voice strange and stilted. “Right. Well.”

“I felt like I was cheating on you, too,” Harry said.”
― aideomai, Dwelling

“Draco yawned against Harry’s shoulder, pressed a light kiss there. “Hair,” he mumbled, and Harry obediently lifted his head, tucked his growing hair under his cheek so it didn’t tickle Draco’s nose. Draco yawned again and said through it, voice thick, “Score okay?”

Harry’s chest hurt. “He’s fine,” he said. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mm.” Draco slung an arm over Harry’s chest, groped around for his hand. He threaded their fingers together. “Night.”

“Goodnight,” Harry said. He felt miserable, and guilty, like he was lying to Draco or tricking him. He drew in a couple of breaths and said, “This is real.”

“Mm?”

“It’s real,” Harry said, stubborn. “I want this one to be real. I want it.”
― aideomai, Dwelling