here's some story fragments i was unmotivated to continue you can have them if you want with credits lmao i really don't know i had plans when i wrote them and then i just abandoned them

theres nsfw(?) here. question mark because theres no real sex but theres like... close to that?? i suppose? like a lot of implied things?? i guess?? i cant write sex scenes????

we've got bottom harry just for moshi babibunny44 ily moshi (not putting your real name bc im pretty sure you dont want it here? im unsure so im just putting moshi you know who you are)

for reference im fully in support of draco and harry being verses but if i had to pick a top it would be harry, and me and moshi argue about it a lot for no reason (its all in good fun tho)

these are, in fact, separate stories. not the same. do not connect them. it wont make sense.

can we get an f in the chat for melanie she walked in on her brother and his girlfriend twenty minutes ago and shes scarred

It didn't take long to find Zach. The boy was leaning against the wall talking to Pansy, and Pansy's new bright blue hair was easy enough to spot.

"We have to break up," Harry said, spinning around to stop walking and face Zach.

Pansy's dark blue lips fell open in surprise. Zach just stared blankly.

"What?"

"I know you cheated on me. I've known for a month. I was gonna let it go... but then you did it again. And now we're breaking up."

This conversation had caught the attention of Draco and Blaise, who were now walking over in interest. Several other students also pretended to not be listening but clearly were.

"Harry- that's ridiculous! You know you're the only one for me!" Zach sputtered.

"Is that what you told Theo? And Parvati? And Lavender?"

"I didn't sleep with Lavender!" Zach exclaimed, and immediately paled. Pansy frowned and took a step back.

"Are you serious, Smith?" she spat, glaring. 

Hermione joined their group, quickly followed by Ron and Neville.

"Look, it didn't mean anything," Zach pleaded. "Really. I was just having some fun, is all. Now I'm done with that."

"And I'm done with you." Harry had, in fact, been done with Zach for a while, and was glad he could finally voice his complaints.

Soft whispers rippled through the people listening in, no longer pretending to be ignoring them.

"Harry-" Zach protested. "I love you."

More gasps, but Harry just stood stoically, staring Zach down.

"Don't try to use false words to convince me to stay, Zach," he sighed. "I had Voldemort in my head manipulating me for years, I don't want you replacing him. We're through."

"Harry!" Zach cried, and Harry truly wondered how he planned to follow it up, but he didn't wait to see.

"You-" Harry spun around and grabbed Draco's wrist, pulling him along. "-you're coming with me."

He heard the protesting squeak of Zach, but all he could see was the nail marks he was leaving on Draco's wrist and the smirk on Draco's lips.

"Wanna show him you're really through with him?" Draco murmured into Harry's ear, and Harry grinned, pushing the blonde against the wall and pinning his wrists to it.

"You sure?" he breathed, barely an inch from Draco's face.

Draco's eyes were wide and dark, and his breathing was shaky. "Never been so sure of anything in my life."

Harry kissed him.

***

Draco pressed an apple to Harry's mouth, watching perfect white teeth sink into it to hold it in place. Juice was already leaking from the sides, and Draco trailed one finger over Harry's left cheek to wipe it away. 

"If you let the apple drop from your mouth," he murmured, letting his lips touch the shell of Harry's ear and making the other boy shiver, "there will be consequences."

Harry softly groaned, and Draco could feel the spark of interest going through his own body at the sound.

"You won't drop it through, will you?" he asked softly, pulling away. Harry shook his head, black hair flying into his eyes with the valiant effort to assure Draco that he wouldn't drop the apple.

Draco smiled, bringing one hand up to brush the hair away from his eyes. "Lovely. You're so good for me, Harry."

Harry moaned and trembled at that, arms shaking against the bonds holding him to the chair. His eyes darkened significantly, sharpening into a sort of pleasure-haze.

"Do you enjoy praise?" Draco asked in surprised wonder, and Harry only stared back at him, unable to speak. "You look so sweet, so perfect, just sitting there for me, absolutely delicious-"

Harry whined, loudly, through the apple in his mouth, physically leaning towards Draco. The green of his eyes was almost completely gone, his eyes wide and begging.

Oh, so that was definitely a thing then. Draco felt the smile cross his lips, and placed his hands on Harry's thighs, leaning close. Harry's breathing was faster now, and Draco took pleasure in the fact that he was the cause. 

"Don't you want to be good for me, Harry?"

***

If you asked him, he couldn't tell you why he did it.

Maybe he wanted Potter to shut up. Maybe he wanted to surprise him. Maybe he wanted to watch the expression of confidence shatter. Maybe he wanted the girl Weasley to stop glaring at him like Potter was still her boyfriend.

Either way, Draco took a step forward, grabbed a fistful of Potter's ridiculous hair, and crushed their mouths together with blazing heat.

The thought that he actually might get kissed back, instead of shoved, punched, or screamed at, didn't occur to Draco until Potter immediately whimpered softly and tanned hands grabbed Draco's waist with surprising urgency.

Any expectations Draco might have had in the past were just that- in the past, and ten minutes in the past, to be precise- because he was now pushing Potter against the stone wall of his dorm room in a doomed competition of who could unravel the other faster. Potter already had a blossoming purple love bite on his throat, his wrists were pinned above his head by one of Draco's hands (while the other one made a valiant attempt to undo the button of Potter's jeans singlehandedly), and he was moaning like a wanton whore, but he still put up a halfhearted attempt to change the position. Draco, on the other hand, already knowing he had won this battle of dominance, was grinning as he traced Potter's jawline with his tongue.

Potter shivered, going weak for a moment, and Draco took the opportunity to spin him around and bend him over the bed, well and truly pinned and thoroughly breathless.

"You're a bloody cheater," Potter panted, voice straining through harsh breaths.

"Now now, Potter," Draco teased easily, leaning forward. "I get to decide how this ends for you. Don't you want it to be a happy ending? Play nice, pet."

***

"She's the biggest whore in school. I think she makes it a personal life goal to commit every sin written in the Bible."

The girl popped her gum and grinned, fist-bumping Draco. "It only makes my name a thousand times funnier, and a lot more misleading."

"What's your name?"

Draco bit his lip at that, smiling as he gestured to the girl behind him. He couldn't seem to contain his glee.

"I'd like you to meet Chastity Hope."

***

"I'll tell you what." Captain Zabini leaned against the wall, grinning. "Pick a member of your crew to take the flogging, and I'll spare a member of your crew for every lash they take."

"I'll do it," Harry responded without hesitation, but Captain Zabini was shaking his head before he even finished the sentence.

"I'm not going to break your valuable skin. Breaking your heart will be much more effective."

Harry frowned at him. "What's your game, Zabini?"

Zabini glanced past him at one of the men. "Bring out the boy."

Harry felt a chill down to his very soul at the words as the man nodded and he and another man jumped onto their ship and walked away.

Zabini turned back to him. "Now pick a member, Captain Potter. Pick one, or I'll kill them all."

"Then do it."

Harry turned around, staring wide-eyed at Ron. "Ron!"

"Do it, you damn coward," Ron bit out, taking a step forward. "I fucking dare you."

Zabini gave him a dangerous smile, and reached for his sword before another voice rang out.

"Fuck's sake, I'll do it."

"Dean, stand down," Harry hissed.

Dean shot him a look. "Unless you want us all to die, Captain, you'll let me do this."

Just then, a shout rang out from the other boat, and the two men from before dragged a struggling boy onto Harry's ship. Harry's heart plunged into the sea and soared into the sky all at once.

"Son of a motherfucking bitch!" the boy yelled, kicking at his captors. "I'll fucking kill you for this, you scum-sucking son of a-"

"Draco," Harry breathed, and the blonde's head snapped up faster than Harry would have thought possible.

***

"Well, there is one more thing we need to talk about."

"Is it the reason you kicked your last roommate out?"

Harry bit his lip and nodded.

"Can I guess?"

"I mean, sure, you can try."

"Hmmm." Draco grinned. "You're gay," he teased.

"Well, that's the fastest anyone's realized it."

Draco's jaw dropped. "Are you serious?"

Harry set his jaw. "Does that change anything?"

Draco nodded.

Harry sighed, biting his lip. "Can I know what it changes?"

"Well, it changes the fact that the teasing flirting I was planning to do might be less teasing and more flirting now."

Harry's jaw dropped. Draco immediately panicked.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, I don't only want this apartment because you're cute, I'm sorry." Draco buried his face in his hands.

"No, Jesus, it's not that." Draco lifted his head. Harry still looked a bit stunned, but he flashed him an adorable grin. "I've had a lot of people tell me I'm attractive, I kind of know now. I just didn't realize you were gay."

Draco stared at him for a long moment, then looked down at himself. "I'm not fitting enough gay stereotypes yet? Damn it! I thought the makeup would do it!"

Harry burst out laughing.

***

"I think you'll find you won't regret this decision," Draco continued in that tone of voice he knew could sway the strongest of men.

Emil frowned. His partner glanced at him before continuing to shuffle through the paperwork. "I do hope you're right, Mr. Malfoy."

"Draco, please," Draco replied with a smile. His head turned as his office door clicked open and shut and Harry stepped in.

"Am I interrupting?" he asked quietly.

Draco shook his head. "Never, pet. Did you need something?"

"Just wanted to see you," Harry replied softly, walking around the room and coming to kneel next to his armchair.

Draco allowed himself a fond look at the boy, hand coming down to stroke Harry's hair as he continued to talk. "I think you'll find our prices surpass those of others."

He was going to continue speaking, but paused when he saw the way Emil stared at Harry.

"Pet," Draco murmured. "Our friend Emil here seems distracted. He has a lot of stress going on. Do you think we could help him out?"

Harry brightened significantly even as Emil looked confused, and stood to walk around the table and kneel at Emil's feet.

"May I assist?" he asked quietly, resting one hand on Emil's thigh as Emil's eyes darkened with lust.

***

"Sorry, er... you seem nice, but I-"

"Come on! One night. You won't regret it." The man leaned closer, sliding one large hand up a clearly-terrified Potter's leg.

"I really just-"

Draco pushed past the guy and turned to stand beside Potter and face the brunet. "Is there a problem here?"

"Are you lost, blondie?" the guy asked, scowling. "Fuck off."

"I just came to ask you to let go of my boyfriend," Draco said in a faux-sweet voice, tilting his head and giving the man a frozen smile that he was half-sure looked batshit insane.

"Your boyfriend?" The man didn't remove his hand.

"Are you incapable of hearing it the first time?" Draco took a step closer to Potter's barstool, his hip pressing against the seat. "Take your hand off my boyfriend's leg or I'll break yours."

The man stumbled back a step, his hand falling off of Potter's leg. "You expect me to believe that Harry Potter would date Draco fucking Malfoy? You're nothing!"

"Hold on right there-" Potter cut in, standing up.

"What makes you think you're worthy of Harry Potter?" the man continued, glaring at Draco with more sobriety than he had shown before.

Draco wrapped his right arm around Potter's waist and lightly tugged him closer, pressed against Draco's side. The man's nostrils flared. "What makes you think you are?"

"I'm better than you!" the man shouted, and suddenly Draco knew what he was going to say before he did. "Filthy fucking Death Eater!"

Before Draco could react with something witty ('Shut up!') or do something brave (run away and cry) or hurt the guy (slap him? this plan wasn't terribly thought out), Potter lunged out of Draco's grip.

"You son of a bitch!" he shouted right before punching the guy in the face.

"Potter!" Draco yelled, surprised. Several people stood up, alarmed, but no one intervened.

The guy stumbled back, glaring now at Potter instead of Draco. "What the fuck? He is a goddamn Death Eater!"

"I did not fight a goddamn war for people to hold onto prejudices and make stupid claims!" Potter shouted. The air around him was crackling, and it took Draco a startling moment to realize Potter was doing wandless magic, whether he realized it or not.

The guy seemed to realize it too, and with a slightly alarmed look in his eyes, he backed away with his hands up. "Fine, whatever, live it up with your Death Eater boyfriend!"

Immediately, whispers scattered throughout the room and Draco closed his eyes, wishing he had never come over to save Potter.

The drink the guy had bought Potter exploded and the guy darted out of the bar, terrified.

"Fuck," Potter whispered after a moment, running his hands through his hair and turning back to Draco. "Fuck, I'm sorry-"

"For what?" Draco waved his wand and collected the pieces of shattered glass until they formed the shot glass they had been before.

"For outing you like that, I shouldn't have-"

"Potter, I'm out already. Besides, it's you I'd be worried about." Draco drained what liquid was left in his drink and set it onto the bar.

"Me? Why me?"

"Because now everyone thinks you're dating me."

"Is that such a terrible thing?" Potter blinked dumbly and Draco mentally hit himself for thinking it was cute.

"Of course it is!" Draco exclaimed in disbelief. "I'm a Death Eater, not to mention a boy, and-"

"I'm openly bisexual, Malfoy, and you just saw what happens when people call you a Death Eater, do you really want a repeat?"

Draco snorted. "You didn't have to punch him."

"No, I didn't." Potter sat back down. "Thank you, you know, for coming over. I don't know how I would have gotten him to go away."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You probably would have given in and pity-fucked him just because you can't say no with enough aggression."

Potter grinned at that and Draco sat down next to him as a blur of red hair appeared next to him.

"Harry!" Weasley said excitedly. "When did you guys do it?"

"Excuse m-"

"You finally confessed your stupid feelings for this git? What a fucking long ass time we've been waiting for that shit, mate!"

"Ron-" Potter started, looking panicked.

"We finally don't have to hear you talking about him all the bloody time! Malfoy, I will literally get used to being around you if it just shuts Harry up. Hermione's already got a soft spot for you, she likes the work you do with Muggles, she thinks you've reformed-"

"Ron-"

Draco's brain was short-circuiting. "What is-"

"This is huge fucking news! Blaise is gonna be fucking stoked to hear about this, he says he's been waiting for it since fifth year! God, the number of times Harry said your name in his bloody sleep in school-"

"Ron please-"

"Nah, mate, being your best friend means embarrassing you in front of your boyfriend. He would not shut up about your hair and your eyes and the fact that you're 'three and a quarter inches taller' than him. You two were bloody made for each other, honestly, you look good together, and I'm so glad Harry finally got what he wanted-"

"Ronpleaseshutthefuckup," Potter mumbled as he slammed his head down on the counter, much to the surprise of Hannah, who blinked several times before setting a drink in front of him.

"I beg your fucking pardon?" Draco whispered, unable to speak any louder.

"Ron," Potter muttered from his spot still facedown on the bar. "There was some creep hitting on me and Malfoy pretended to be my boyfriend to make him go away."

Weasley's face immediately went slack and horrified. "What?"

Draco really couldn't form words, just looking back and forth between Potter and Weasley.

"When I heal from the burning scars of embarrassment, I'm gonna kill you six times over," Potter grumbled.

"I- you mean- he didn't- you're not- oh Merlin."

Draco was quite aware that he probably looked like a fish.

HarryPotterlikesmeholyshitwhatthefuckthankyouMerlinhowdidIgetthisfuckingluckywhatdidIdotodeservethis

"I'm really sorry- oh Merlin- oh God- um, I think Blaise is calling me- gotta go!" Weasley dashed off just as fast as he had came.