Into the Light

Prompt: The Light by Sara Bareilles. @drarrymicrofic Rated: M, female drarry (TW: canon usual violence, temporarily major character death, Deathly Hallows AU). Words: 344. I strongly recommend that you read this while you listen to the song's prompt.

Draco learns of the raid to Bill's and Fleur's wedding moments before it happens and decides to apparate to warn Harry. This changes some things. This story is also the tale of two women falling in love amid difficult circumstances.

Draco has seconds of advantage. She apparates before the Death Eaters in the middle of the Weasley wedding, sees Potter immediately, and shouts, “They’re coming now!” Draco runs through the cracks of apparition and follows Potter, along with Weasley and Granger into the dark.

It’s been months. Ron has just left and Hermione is shouting after him. Draco takes the locket out of Harry’s hand and guides her to her cot; she crumbles upon it. Draco crouches before her and says, “I’ll follow you into the light. We all will.”

Harry’s eyes shine with unshed tears and Draco keeps going, “I’m gonna trust you. I do, babe.” Harry swallows and Draco kisses her for the first time, “If you say we’re gonna be alright, I’ll look into your eyes and follow you into the light”.

Harry nods, rests her forehead on Draco’s chest and chokes on her sobs.

Draco thrusts her wand at Harry like they’ve practised since Hermione broke Harry’s wand in Batilda Bagshot’s house. Harry blocks the spell Crabbe casts with Draco’s wand like it’s hers because it is. Draco trusts her. Draco loves her; she has followed her here, and her wand is no different. It loves Harry, it is Harry’s now.

“I trust you, babe,” Draco whispers through her numbed lips and the tears. “You said we’d be alright.” Draco has followed Harry until this point, where Harry lays immobile in Hagrid’s arms across the Hogwarts courtyard, where nothing Draco knew matters, where everything she was before Harry, she can do without. “I trust you.” Draco prays when her world is coming down, crushing.

Among the chaos, after Harry awakens, Draco thrusts her wand again at her, following her into the light.

After Voldemort dies and Draco has Harry in her arms, burning like Harry is the sun, Harry takes Draco’s face in her hands and says, “I’m here with you now. I have worn your love into the light” and kisses her in the middle of what remains after the battle. They will be alright.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

The Light in December (a continuation of Golden Potter)

Prompt: This December by Ricky Montgomery. @drarrymicrofic Rated: T, Harry is a trans woman and Draco is a cis woman in this fic. Words: 177.

This second piece was also looked over by Andy. I thank you again for your sensitive reading <3

You lost each other in London. It was lonely and bright, there was so much sun after the war you got lost and didn’t see Draco’s light. When you left her, your skin was too tight for a body you didn’t recognize like yourself in the mirror. You never had.

You left that summer for Brooklyn. You found yourself in the changing city, in the changing seasons.

In December you remember Draco’s whispered words, when it is lonely again, If you’re alright, I am too. You want her to see you as you are and know she’s alright so you are too.

At the darkest in December, you wear and paint gold, because, only like this, you can see the light and think she’s alright so you are too.

On the darkest Brooklyn day, you find her again. She’s across the street, blushing and smiling at you. The seasons have changed you. You smile brightly at the found light inside you and in her. She sees you among the darkness and you know you’re her light, too.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Golden Potter

Prompt: Somewhere in Brooklyn by Bruno Mars. @drarrymicrofic Rated: T, female drarry, Harry is a trans woman and Draco is a cis woman in this fic. Words: 104.

Andy, I am so grateful for the sensitive reading you made to this fic and its companion, also, your kindness and encouraging comments were very sweet and helpful. Thank you :3 <3

Leather is surprising on Potter and gold is supposed to be Draco’s colour, not hers.

But there she is in a black leather skirt and a ragged leather vest over a golden t-shirt. Golden is her eyeliner and the headphones over her unruly black hair. Potter is beautiful in Brooklyn, with Draco’s colour and leather on her.

Draco had lost her in London. She wonders if she’s going to lose her here too.

Green eyes meet hers across the train station and widen. Draco blushes and smiles.

Potter’s sweet lips answer.

And Draco knows. They have found, not lost, each other somewhere in Brooklyn.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Thunderbolts

I finally finished these prompts I had saved since f*cking years ago (I think these are from 2022 @drarrymicrofic prompts?). I hope you enjoy them.

Prompt: Thunder. This one is more experimental. Rated: M (tw: implied violence). Words: 63. I must thank Skai for revising my mistakes and making better the rest of my December 2022 microfics; also, I am deeply grateful for the sensitive reading koi made, your comments helped me so much to refine the writing of the three fics I wrote ages ago and also gave me hope to post them someday, so thank you; both of you.

British Wizarding society pushes until Draco cracks:

The crash against the earth rumbles through Harry’s toes, up his bones all the way to his scar.

Draco’s in the middle of lightning, he is it.

Harry laughs with the light, with him. He laughs, rumbling, and his eyes flash greener at Draco’s silver light.

The wizarding world trembles and crumbles, finally, under their thunderbolts.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Hi!

Here’s December 2022 Masterlist for the microfics I finally wrote☺.

Into the Light

Prompt: The Light by Sara Bareilles. @drarrymicrofic Rated: M, female drarry (TW: canon usual violence, temporarily major character death, Deathly Hallows AU). Words: 344. I strongly recommend that you read this while you listen to the song's prompt.

Draco learns of the raid to Bill's and Fleur's wedding moments before it happens and decides to apparate to warn Harry. This changes some things. This story is also the tale of two women falling in love amid difficult circumstances.

Draco has seconds of advantage. She apparates before the Death Eaters in the middle of the Weasley wedding, sees Potter immediately, and shouts, “They’re coming now!” Draco runs through the cracks of apparition and follows Potter, along with Weasley and Granger into the dark.

It’s been months. Ron has just left and Hermione is shouting after him. Draco takes the locket out of Harry’s hand and guides her to her cot; she crumbles upon it. Draco crouches before her and says, “I’ll follow you into the light. We all will.”

Harry’s eyes shine with unshed tears and Draco keeps going, “I’m gonna trust you. I do, babe.” Harry swallows and Draco kisses her for the first time, “If you say we’re gonna be alright, I’ll look into your eyes and follow you into the light”.

Harry nods, rests her forehead on Draco’s chest and chokes on her sobs.

Draco thrusts her wand at Harry like they’ve practised since Hermione broke Harry’s wand in Batilda Bagshot’s house. Harry blocks the spell Crabbe casts with Draco’s wand like it’s hers because it is. Draco trusts her. Draco loves her; she has followed her here, and her wand is no different. It loves Harry, it is Harry’s now.

“I trust you, babe,” Draco whispers through her numbed lips and the tears. “You said we’d be alright.” Draco has followed Harry until this point, where Harry lays immobile in Hagrid’s arms across the Hogwarts courtyard, where nothing Draco knew matters, where everything she was before Harry, she can do without. “I trust you.” Draco prays when her world is coming down, crushing.

Among the chaos, after Harry awakens, Draco thrusts her wand again at her, following her into the light.

After Voldemort dies and Draco has Harry in her arms, burning like Harry is the sun, Harry takes Draco’s face in her hands and says, “I’m here with you now. I have worn your love into the light” and kisses her in the middle of what remains after the battle. They will be alright.

_______________________

You can read this and more of my microfics here.

The Light in December (a continuation of Golden Potter)

Prompt: This December by Ricky Montgomery. @drarrymicrofic Rated: T, Harry is a trans woman and Draco is a cis woman in this fic. Words: 177.

This second piece was also looked over by Andy. I thank you again for your sensitive reading <3

You lost each other in London. It was lonely and bright, there was so much sun after the war you got lost and didn’t see Draco’s light. When you left her, your skin was too tight for a body you didn’t recognize like yourself in the mirror. You never had.

You left that summer for Brooklyn. You found yourself in the changing city, in the changing seasons.

In December you remember Draco’s whispered words, when it is lonely again, If you’re alright, I am too. You want her to see you as you are and know she’s alright so you are too.

At the darkest in December, you wear and paint gold, because, only like this, you can see the light and think she’s alright so you are too.

On the darkest Brooklyn day, you find her again. She’s across the street, blushing and smiling at you. The seasons have changed you. You smile brightly at the found light inside you and in her. She sees you among the darkness and you know you’re her light, too.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

The Birthday Boy Who Lived's Auction

Prompt: Wow. @drarrymicrofic Rated: T. Words: 293.

Harry had only recently agreed to take an appointment with Draco’s tailor. After years of failed persuasion from Draco, Hermione finally convinced Harry that a new robe was necessary. It was for the charity ball in celebration of his birthday, where Harry had offered lunch with the Saviour to be auctioned.

Draco was excited, nonetheless, his tailor was an artist after all. He heard hesitant steps down the stairs. “This is awkward”, Harry said.

“Stop stalling. I’ve seen you in your rags, nothing will stop me from loving you now”.

Harry sighed, “What a waste of time, you’ll be the winner”.

Damn right, Draco thought, as he said, “I won’t. The idea, love, is for other people…”. Draco stopped breathing. Harry had appeared at the top of the stairs and had an impressive pout on his mouth, it did not deter him from looking like Draco’s wet dreams, it probably augmented his handsomeness as he looked just like himself, like Harry, in all his pouting silliness.

As the silence dragged the pout turned into a smirk. Harry’s hand traced his chest and waist, and opened the cape, even more, to let Draco better see the shimmery and sheer green fabric. His skin seemed made of lake water on a bright day and his eyes shone brighter.

Draco had the urge to place Harry on a pedestal in front of everyone to see and at the same time to hide him where only Draco could find him.

Harry finally stood in front of Draco and he teased, “You’re sure you won’t bid for me?”

Draco wanted to answer, of course not, Speccy Git of My Life. But it took him some time. Time to connect his brain and mouth to whisper, “Wow”.

Harry laughed.

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You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Golden Potter

Prompt: Somewhere in Brooklyn by Bruno Mars. @drarrymicrofic Rated: T, female drarry, Harry is a trans woman and Draco is a cis woman in this fic. Words: 104.

Andy, I am so grateful for the sensitive reading you made to this fic and its companion, also, your kindness and encouraging comments were very sweet and helpful. Thank you :3 <3

Leather is surprising on Potter and gold is supposed to be Draco’s colour, not hers.

But there she is in a black leather skirt and a ragged leather vest over a golden t-shirt. Golden is her eyeliner and the headphones over her unruly black hair. Potter is beautiful in Brooklyn, with Draco’s colour and leather on her.

Draco had lost her in London. She wonders if she’s going to lose her here too.

Green eyes meet hers across the train station and widen. Draco blushes and smiles.

Potter’s sweet lips answer.

And Draco knows. They have found, not lost, each other somewhere in Brooklyn.

___________________

You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Thunderbolts

I finally finished these prompts I had saved since f*cking years ago (I think these are from 2022 @drarrymicrofic prompts?). I hope you enjoy them.

Prompt: Thunder. This one is more experimental. Rated: M (tw: implied violence). Words: 63. I must thank Skai for revising my mistakes and making better the rest of my December 2022 microfics; also, I am deeply grateful for the sensitive reading koi made, your comments helped me so much to refine the writing of the three fics I wrote ages ago and also gave me hope to post them someday, so thank you; both of you.

British Wizarding society pushes until Draco cracks:

The crash against the earth rumbles through Harry’s toes, up his bones all the way to his scar.

Draco’s in the middle of lightning, he is it.

Harry laughs with the light, with him. He laughs, rumbling, and his eyes flash greener at Draco’s silver light.

The wizarding world trembles and crumbles, finally, under their thunderbolts.

____________________

You can read this and more of my microfics here.

Daring (Drarry Microfic)

Fluff, fluff, I came offering a little fluff 🤭. This is for @drarrymicrofic prompt "dare", and I almost made it 50 words, almost 🥺. Rated: G. Words: 55.

Harry laid on his side facing Draco, laughing.

Draco smiled helplessly in answer and didn’t stop when Harry calmed down. Guarded by the sky, with Harry's eyes sparkling under the castle's lights, Draco felt daring; he leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips. 

A long second passed, and Harry giggled breathlessly against him, “Finally.”