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You're the apple of my eyes. Drarry. Act 1It was another plain, long, boring day at my school when everything did happens. My school, Hogwarts, is after all an-all male school that made my fellas here all gay and even considering to like Draco Malfoy, the most pompous biggest sodding gitsy prat I'd even want to meet in my life. It was, really WAS a common fine day with sky as blue as Ronald's eyes and birds chirping like Sinnigan's happy musing with the fresh smell of flowers that remind me too much of Adrian's shampoo... yuck.
But then there was us, in the back seat, us. By us I mean, me, Sinnigan, and Pucey, three horniest student you'd ever met in the whole universe who instead of studying we made ourselves comfortable by achieving one case of wild indignity that could sent us from hell back to hell with lots more charcoal than needed. So, at that very faithful day, you'd find us with raging hard on (yes in the 1st hour of class) OUT from our not so crisp uniform-pants and started STROKING, or as we called it playing 'guita
You're the apple of my eyes. Drarry. Act 4It was, of course, another faithful day of course. The sky was dark and rain was pouring. But... it was good nevertheless. As I was just finished with my basket-ball activity and ran into one defeated looking Malfoy.
"FATHER!" The blonde was practically yelling, at his father, wow. "You said you'd be free today and able to pick me up! I've told Tobias to take a day off and go to his wife!" he said almost in panic. "She's delivering! Gosh! Who? Mother brought Johan with her and I don't know why Stanley drives for you! Aunt Dromeda borrowed Michael and Luke is with aunt Bella. huh what? LIAM? seriously father? he's ill! FINE WHATEVER!" he snapped his phone close with such power I've never seen in such fragile looking boy before.
I warily looked at him. His long hair was mussed in such cute way (he had been running his hands through the strands obviously), his pale face was flushed brightly (I have the urge to kiss his cheeks) and his pink lips were formed into a cute kissable pout. If th
You're the apple of my eyes. Drarry. PrologueLiving as a high school student is as boring and even worse than living as a junior high school student. You, your life, and your times are severely wasted to study unimportant thing that even your teacher not pretty sure if it'll be used in the future or not. All of those boring little bits are also including of study and do the useless test, study and sit for another exam, study and do your homework, and worst of all... study and fail. It's indeed only a bundle of useless situation that you, painfully plainly, will not be able to run from. Or as what my godfather always say, "It's the road to maturity."
And here's me, with bunch of my un-intellectual friend that barely could keep me entertained (despite on the fact that they do entertain me). My name is the great king Harold James Potter, a horny 16 years old, extremely and irresistibly handsome, a genius with sharp wit, and a lady-killer with black messy hair and green glowing eyes. But as horny as I could be, no one would ever matc
You're the apple of my eyes. Drarry. Act 2"I've seen student STEALING! PUNCH EACH OTHER! EVEN ALMOST PUNCHES A TEACHER! but this... Mr. Potter! Mr. Finnigan! Mr. Pucey! THIS! I've never heard or even expect a student... A STUDENT FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE MASTURBATING!" there come and go the voice of Albus Dumbledore, our ever so proud headmaster screamed through the corridor, leaving the whole class silenced, and us winced.
"Mr. Malfoy, please come here." Oh, he calmed down.
And then came the most beautiful view I'd ever wish to see in such a tense condition like this or any condition at all, even though its better when he visits me in my dream under certain condition, but this is okay, its all okay if it's Draco Malfoy.
Silver eyes gleaming with obvious irritation crossing to my eyes and his perfect petal-ish pink lips formed a nasty sneer at me, ouch, that's hurt.
"Yes Headmaster?" ohhh such sweet sweet voice, sweet smile, too sweet, my tooth ache, and yet it's not for me, my heart ache.
"From now on Mr. Potter will sit in front of
You're the apple of my eyes. Act 5. Drarry“Here,” A sweet voice and a poke of something (pen or pencil, not finger or anything dirty, mind you) awaken me from my daylight musing about pink cheeks and mused blonde hair.
I turned to look at the sweet voice owner, a (very heavily) blushing Draco Malfoy that was holding a heavy looking stack of papers with his two delicate hands. “Yes, Draco?” Good Harry, don’t sound too excited.
“My side-notes… use them for the next test.” He blurted it out; I figure he had practiced the word over and over.
I blinked twice. “What?”
His face actually lit up, “Or even better! You can do the exercises on the exercise sheet and show them to me! I’ll compare your answers to mine.” He said almost excitedly, eyes gleaming and a small smile tugged on his pinkish lips.
I laughed, itching to ruffle his blonde hair but took the stack of paper from his hands instead. “You sounded like Remus!” he blushed d
Break apart your heart. Drarry. Ch 2-Harry's POV-
"Draco? Are you really really really sure about this, mate?" I asked as I was being manhandled around by Draco Malfoy, pure-blood extraordinaire himself.
He grinned that cute grin of his that made every girl who catches it swoon and put his long slender hands around my shoulder. "As I said before Harry... If you want to win the girl, you should try to break some heart. Makes her want you, beg for you, plead on you..." he trailed at the end of the sentences, his face fell slightly but he was still smiling and I almost winced at the sudden lost of contact. "We gonna do something about this mop of messy black hair, remove these stupid-looking spectacles and also kick some fashion-sense into your brain." He laughed freely while hugging my shoulder with one of his hand and I smiled at him, happy at the familiar knot he gave in my stomach and amazed by how free he sounds, and how beautiful he made himself sounds.
I grinned at him, feeling happy to know that I could make such pe
Naturally. Drarry. OneshotEverything was black and I couldn't even help myself to try and see. It must be a garden; I could smell the fresh smell of freshly-trimmed grass and the sweet smell of flowers, those that I don't bother to name but it somehow smells very familiar. I gather all my strength to go back standing on two feet as soon as possible. I could feel a raw shear threat creeping off my shoulder, heating up my body in the rush of adrenaline and panic. My lungs tighten in my chest, causing me to breathing-short in a panting fashion. I was waiting for the worst to come, I closed my eyes to avoid the blind sight, if something going to be threatening my life, and I'd like it better if I don't see it coming.
A sudden realization hit my head, both of my hands bolted to find the comfortable weight of my hawthorn wand but I found none of it, the comfortable weight on both of my ring fingers is also gone, leaving me defenseless completely. Without a wand, without the singlet ring charmed with all ki
I don't belong here. Drarry. OneshotWhen you were here before
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel
Your skin makes me cry
I was a fool wasn't I? Oh I know I was, I don't have to repeat it myself. When you were near I tried to be far. But I still was trying to keep a patch around you, to keep us close even though we were located miles away, still to keep us apart even though we were inches close. I didn't stop you when you leave, I didn't keep you when you walk, and I didn't hold you when you fall.
I've never dared myself to look into those beautiful grey eyes of yours. Those eyes that going to speak words as in poem those eyes that going to sing song with angel's voice those eyes that swirl around without moving those eyes that going to let me drown in a dream without sleeping. I was stupid, I knew I'd be able to read all your expression by doing so, but hey, what can a man do when he's in love?
You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
And I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special
And oh when
Break apart your heart. Drarry. Ch. 1- Harry's POV -
"When I call she doesn't answer, when I write she turned my owl back! And when I floo'ed her, asked where she's going to be for the whole day she said she's at home, sick!" I complained to my flat-mate who was sipping on his umpteenth cup of coffee in such relaxed fashion and arched his eyebrow bemusedly. "GINNY! Draco! GINNNY!" I screamed at the top of my lung and launched to him as soon as he puts his cup aside.
Draco Malfoy, the gits who turn his back from Voldemort who also drag his parents away to the safety house chuckled, emitting that deep beautiful yet light sound of his that gave me a little knot in my stomach. He, ever the graceful man he was, instead of pushing me off his lap, holds my arm tight and putting it near his loudly beating heart. I almost forgot about my misery, ALMOST. "So? She's ill, she might not have time to reply to your calls or even owls."
I sighed and pouted before slumped my head to his always welcoming and comfortable lap and waiting for
Mood Mint Madness Pt.1DRARRY SLASH! You no like, you no read
"What are you staring at, Potter?" Malfoy snarled, the corner of his mouth curling up in derision.
Harry could only stare in mute fascination at the light violet glow surrounding his arch nemesis, shocked into utter silence.
Malfoy sneered at him and tried again, "I see your brain's gone the way of Longbottom's. Just wait, next your bank account will go the way of Weasley's."
Harry knew that Malfoy was insulting him and that he should do something about it, such as hex Malfoy's mouth shut. But he was entirely beyond anything but confused horror. No matter what expression or gesture Malfoy made, the purple corona wouldn't budge.
"Did you hear me, Potter?" Malfoy waved a hand in front of his face. "Your face reminds me of the back end of a hippogriff."
Obviously it didn't, if the purple glow could be believed. Which Harry wasn't entirely sure it could be, and he was going to find out immediately. Without another word, he turned and walked awa
Mood Mint Madness Pt.2DRARRY! You no like, you no read
To Harry's horror, Malfoy spent the rest of the day meticulously cataloguing who turned what colour on a piece of parchment. He managed to catch a glimpse of it over lunchtime, while Malfoy sat in the Great Hall with his friends, furiously scribbling, and glancing around once in a while to take another look. He caught Harry watching him, and smirked at him. Harry's cheeks flared with heat and he quickly ducked back out of the Hall before Malfoy could figure out what was going on.
As for himself, there was an alarming amount of purple directed his way, and it was no wonder it had taken so long to pick Malfoy out of the vast multitude. In fact, Malfoy wasn't even the only Slytherin to be purple, although all of Malfoy's yearmates were red.
Sometime in the afternoon, the mint glow faded, and he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, did yours fade already?" Ron asked over dinner.
"Yeah, mate, it did. Do you think they really work?" Harry asked, still worri
Mood Mint Madness Pt.8DRARRY! Male/male slash! Don't like, don't read!
The Slytherins were getting restless, even Harry could tell that much, and he'd never been particularly good at observing such things. They all seemed to hold their collective breaths whenever Harry came in range of their elected leader, tensing up at his approach and only relaxing once he'd left. For his part, Draco had pointedly not looked at him whenever this occurred.
Harry didn't know what to think of this behaviour, but it made him nervous.
Did they know what was going on with him and Draco? Well, good for them, because he for one still had no bloody clue. He wondered what Draco had told them in regards to the matter, if anything, and what their sharp-eyed perusal meant.
He'd taken to following Malfoy around after classes had finished, trying to get within talking (or snogging) range, but so far, their dance was on the out-swing. His fellow Slytherins had drawn in around him like an entourage and refused to let him get near.
Mood Mint Madness Pt.5DRARRY SLASH No like, no read!
Harry sat in one of Dumbledore's chairs munching on a biscuit, waiting for Hermione to finish explaining the functions of Fred and George's mints. In typical Hermione fashion, she hadn't simply told Dumbledore her conclusion, she first had to take him through every single step of how her suspicions had been raised, theories tested and conclusions reached based on her previous week's worth of experiments. She had charts.
Harry sat back and let her lecture roll over him, occasionally eating a biscuit or lemon drop. Dumbledore was also sitting back and waiting for her to finish with the slight difference being that he was actually listening.
"Excellent, Miss Granger. How extraordinary. I must speak with the Weasley twins immediately, as well as the rest of the Order. I'll be certain that you, Harry and Ron attend in order to give everyone a thorough briefing of the effects."
Harry bit back a groan. As much as he wanted to be included in Order meetings
Jealousy is a Deadly sin.Pairing: Harry Potter X Draco Malfoy.
Summery: Harry knew today was going to be different, not to mention difficult. But just how far can jealousy push you?
As soon as his eyes shuttered open, Harry knew it would be an unusual day. Normally he would leave his prophecies to professor Trelawney but today he didn't need a mad old bat to tell him that he would regret getting out of bed.
Harry pushed the maroon curtains open and swung his legs over the side of his bed, calling Ron to wake up as he did. As usual he groaned and ignored him but Harry had learned the redhead's special wake up word.
"Ron! Look food!" Ron sat up quicker than a snitch, his eyes wide and head spinning wildly. Harry couldn't help but chuckle while shaking his head, his friend was so weird.
"Come on, or we'll be late for breakfast."
Ten minutes later found the golden trio making their way down the corridors, heading towards the great hall. Unusually they didn't pass anyone until the got down to the entrance
Long hair - Drarry - Mild RTitle: Hair
Rating: PG-13 / Mild R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (past tense Harry/Ginny)
Genre: Humour, romance
Warnings: Mild kink
Summary: Harry has a thing for long hair, and being an Auror isnt always that satisfying
Harry Potter loved long hair - and always had done so. When he had been going out with Ginny he had loved to play with her hair, burying his nose in the wide amount of frothy red locks. But now almost eight years after that he had graduated from Hogwarts he sat completely motionless as he studied the figure that just sat down in front of him; back to him. Hair as soft as the finest silk, seemingly endlessly smooth and more beautiful than anything else he had ever seen. The white-blonde hair glimmered in the gas-lit room, tinged coppery and golden, and the way it shifted almost as if it was alive in itself made Harry want to watch it forever, worship it even. He knew instantly who it was that sat in the row ahead of him just becaus
Mood Mint Madness Pt.6DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!
The next day, Harry was walking to Potions when he saw Malfoy walking ahead of him, by himself. Perfect. He looked in his bag and picked out a paper blossom from the multitude he'd filled the inside with. He had spent the entire night previous going through the book and picking out things that made him think of Malfoy. He was prepared for however often he ran into the Slytherin, for at least a day.
He sped up his steps and just as he was passing Malfoy, spun on his heel, into the other boy's path. Malfoy drew up short, and it looked very much like he had no idea what to expect. Harry smiled widely at him and presented Malfoy with his latest creation. It was a hibiscus flower, one that meant "delicate beauty". Malfoy probably wouldn't like being called "delicate", but he didn't care. To him, Malfoy's stunning features were delicate, like spun-sugar crystals on cakes, or frosted edging on cold glass.
Malfoy looked to be stunned speechless. This flo
Mood Mint Madness Pt.4DRARRY SLASH! No like, no read!
The mints showed up the next morning, as promised, and Hermione immediately took over operations, taking a mint herself as well as strategically giving several of the other Gryffindors samples as well. She had spent the previous evening drawing up a chart, and as soon as the package arrived, meticulously counted out how many there were to work with.
"We must not allow Malfoy to get ahold of these ones," Hermione said sternly. "Therefore, they will remain in my bag. It has Anti-Jinx charms all over it, so it should be harder for him to get into."
Harry's had a hole in the bottom corner, and his ink bottle had fallen through it three times already. So he simply nodded his approval of the plan.
He really hoped that Hermione came up with some sort of answer soon, because he really disliked playing games when he didn't know all the rules. And playing he was, if Malfoy's behaviour was anything to go by. He really didn't know what any of this meant, all
Draco the IncompetentPairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: a mild T
If the story seems familiar, it's because it has been made into a comic-- info below.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter universe belongs to JK Rowling, and I just play around in it for fun
"Don't be silly, Draco. No one is staring at you. Come along."
Pansy was just flat-out lying to him. As he followed her into the clerical department of the Ministry, absolutely everyone stared at Draco. Several middle-age ladies exchanged significant looks. As he passed them, he could hear them whisper: "A pity, isn't it? Such a promising young man. Did 'outstanding' in most of his OWLs. Something terrible happened to him in the war, though. A shame, such a handsome boy unmarriageable."
Pansy led him through the desks and to a small office. A sixtyish woman looked up from her work. "Ah, here he is, our new errand boy. How are you today, Draco?" she said in the sort of voice one used for dogs and small childr
You're the apple of my eyes. Drarry. Act 3"Harry, dear, come out honey~ Eat your dinner." Came my mother's sweet voice disturbing me in the middle of my favorite activity. I was soooo sooo close to winning when my door creaked open, damn, must wrap up, quick too, damn! "Have you been wanking over someone's facebook picture again Harry?" Holy shit! I'm caught. "Get out Harry..." I gulped. "NOW!"
It's not nice to be interrupted by your mom when you're wanking. But walking around the home, naked, with a painfully raging hard on will always top anything you could think off. I'm such a shameless scum.
My mom is really a lovely woman, long red hair attached to a head with sweet pretty face and green eyes (like mine). And my father is also good-looking, black messy hair with glasses like mine, hazel eyes and warm look, but top of all, he's also a nudist at home. Just exactly like me. But no matter how cool they're having a raging hard on over your school crush really is... SHAMELESS
I sat down on the dinner table, started filling my
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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