|- tag me and ill repost the best posts

Grid View
List View
  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #draco malfoy #harry Potter #draco malfoy and harry potter

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 6:

    Draco's eyes widened as he heard the words come out of Harry's mouth. He couldn't believe what he was listening. Harry was forced? How? Harry was still in love with him? He had read few rumours going around, Harry sleeping with blonds and calling them Draco. But after that night, last day of school, he never dared hope. They made him give Draco up? But even if they did, Harry did listen to them. He chose them when Draco didn't even make him choose.

    "Oh Merlin!" Pansy cursed.

    "Let's go. Please." Draco said desperately.

    His eyes widened as he watched Weasley leave the kitchen and pull his wand out as soon as he saw Draco. He stood there frozen as Blaise put his wand on Weasley's throat, Pansy drew her wand as well, pointing at Granger while the counter girl pointed a knife at Weasley.

    "Fucking death-eater scum." Weasley sneered.

    "Leave quietly, Weasley. Trust me, one more word, anything towards Draco, I'll rip you apart piece by piece and force your body parts down your wife's throat.

    After some grumbling, Ron took Hermione and apparated.

    "Draco?" Harry called him out.

    Draco covered his face, eyes burning as tears welled up.

    "I can't deal with this right now." Draco sobbed and ran out of the bakery.

    Harry stood there watching Draco leave. He watched him leave twice. Harry was not letting him go again. He ran after Draco. He ran behind Draco as Draco ran ahead. Harry finally caught him and they tripped, Harry on top of Draco. They were in a park.

    "Please. Listen to me once. Please." Harry begged.

    Draco cried laying there, Harry pulled him up, hugged him close. He cried himself. He cried as he told Draco everything. He told Draco about them guilting him, manupilating him into leaving Draco, using him for fame and money, Ginny's behaviour and how Harry was with Ginny. Sleeping with blond men, calling out Draco's name, everything. How he has been in love with Draco the whole time, how he's been heartbroken, full of pain and regret to ever hurt Draco like that, that he still loves Draco and always will. There was no one else. Harry begged for another chance. Begged Draco to give Harry one more shot, that Harry will spend rest of his life making it up for him. Harry said that he loved Draco. Harry held Draco as he cried in Harry's arms, holding his shirt tightly in his fist, holding him close. They sat there for who knows how long, until Draco cried all he could, until his breathing was slow and even while he still held Harry, his head on Harry's chest.

    "You leave again, it'll be the last you ever do, Potter." Draco said finally.

    "I won't. I've learnt how to be selfish now, Draco. I won't put myself or you through that again."

    What a time
    What a time
    What a time.
    For you and I.


    In Romania, Charlie Weasley smiled as he read the Prophet. They started hounding Harry and Draco again and they were still huge gossip after two years of being married. Charlie was glad. Harry deserved the happiness. He remembers the engagement party and the beautiful wedding he attended with his husband. Bill, Fleur, Molly and Arthur where there. So was Narcissa Malfoy. After three years of courting, Harry had proposed Malfoy. Malfoy said yes. Teddy was already calling Malfoy Father in first few months. It was only fair that Draco became a legal parent as well since Draco adored Teddy, loved him so much and Teddy loved him back. Charlie left the paper in the living room and walked out on the porch to his husband, kissed him on the lips.

    "I love you, Theodore Nott." Charlie smiled.

    "I know." Theo kissed him back blushing like he always did.

    <i>Harry Potter weds Death-eater's son and potioneer Draco Malfoy!

    Draco Malfoy now legal father to Harry Potter's godson?

    Harry Potter now a Malfoy!

    The Potter-Malfoy wedding! Pictures in page two, three and four.<i>

    "That's it, Potter. Scream my name!" Harry said as he fucked Draco hard and fast.

    "Harry!" Draco screamed his name again and again as he felt his orgasm rip through.

    They curled up in the bed, Harry holding him close as Draco snuggled him. They shared a lazy kiss, both smiling.

    "Good night, Mr Malfoy." Draco said as he closed his eyes.

    "Good night, Mr Potter." Harry smiled, holding Draco tighter and never letting him go.

  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #homophobia #lgbt themes #ron weasley bashing #hermione granger bashing #ginny weasley bashing #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy and harry potter

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 5

    (I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
    And we stayed up for hours
    What a lie, what a lie, what a lie
    You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
    What a lie, what a lie, what a lie
    For you and I
    What a lie, what a lie
    For you and I)

    Harry prepared a dark chocolate Marjolaine but instead of the pastry, he made it a cake. He made honey-lemon drizzle pastries along with it, raspberry dark chocolate sauce, lemon cheesecake mousse, lemon tarts and Madeleines. He put it on statis to keep it fresh but to not over freeze it when he heard the the door jingle. It was Ron and Hermione.

    Draco's and Harry's birthday were the only time they came to visit. They might have come for Teddy's birthday like twice, and never during the Hogwarts battle anniversary. Harry had started resenting them after they forced him away from Draco. Hermione was hell bent to have Harry go into Auror Corps with Ron while she studied law. When Harry had thought that his life literally can't be more shitty and miserable after losing Draco, the auror training proved him wrong. Six months after the training, after that pathetic life, he fled to France. Since then he left everything Britain. He didn't read the prophet, never knew what's happening there, that included what's happening with Draco.

    "Harry?" Hermione entered the kitchen.

    "I literally, really have no time for this. I have a special order and client who has birthday tonight. Please leave." Harry grit his teeth.

    "Tada!" Pansy squeaked as she removed the blindfold from Draco's eyes. She had said that she found a perfect place to celebrate Draco's birthday. It was Harry's bakery. Fuck!

    "We have to leave from here now!" Draco panicked.

    "What? Why?" Pansy asked.

    "Yes, Draco. Why? We thought you'd love this bakery. Jenna said that the baker was cute as well. Fits your type."

    "I know." Draco panicked. "The baker is Harry Potter."

    "What?" Blaise and Pansy squealed.

    "Please, lets leave." Draco said and turned.

    "Mr Malfoy! Please wait! Please listen to me once. Arry is very sorry about everything. He loves you Mr Malfoy, he's broken and regrets it very much. You don't know what appened zat night. You zont know what zey did to make Arry leave you. Give em a chance please. Just zoo ezplain emzelf." The counter girl begged.

    That's when they heard ear splitting yelling of Harry Potter.

    "Leave!" Harry said again, his teeth gritting.

    "I really don't understand, Harry. How could you do this to us for that fucking death-eater. He almost killed me!" Ron yelled.

    "And I almost killed him, in much more painful way. Yet he never complained once!" Harry yelled back.

    "We accepted you, Harry. I gave you my family! I gave you something you never had. If it wasn't for all the fucking sacrifices we made for you, you would've died in first year!"

    "I was supposed to die anyway. And I never asked you to come. I specifically told you not to, time and again. You came with me because you wanted to. You came because you were Harry Potter's so called best friend. Don't give me this bullshit, Ronald, just because you can't use my friendship anymore. I know the only reason you want me back in your life is because no one respects you two idiots who drove Britain's golden boy away." Harry replied furiously.

    "After everything he put us through, Harry? Hermione asked.


    "It's wrong, Harry. Wanting to be with him is wrong." Hermione said.

    "Oh, because wanting to be with Ron's gold digging whore of a sister was alright? Don't even try to deny it. She's made that reputation after I left. If I were to give in to her, she would've made me drop Teddy to an orphanage so that she could use all the money I would spend on my son."

    "He isn't your son. He's just another orphan you have to keep. Another responsibility added on you when you could have just lived your life freely." Ron said.

    "Fuck off, Ronald. Don't you dare say that about my son. And free life? Look at me! I'm miserable because of you both. I could've been living a happy life as I want with Draco but you ruined it for me! You wrecked my already shitty life. He and Teddy were the only thing good in my life, something to look forward to. You ruined it."

    That they did. That night, after the park when Harry came back to his dorm, Ron, Hermione and Ginny forced their views on him. Made him feel guilty about wanting to be with Draco. Blamed on Harry for Fred's death, blamed Draco as well. Blamed Hermione having to obliviate her parents for a war Harry was apparantly the cause of. And Harry, the boy with no self worth, drowned in guilt, finally relented. And broke Draco's heart as well as his own. It took him opening up to Andromeda to understand the way he had continuously been manipulated. By Dumbledore, by Snape, by Voldemort, by his best friends.

    "You don't understand, do you?" Harry asks quietly. "It's not that Draco is a Malfoy. It's that my whole life have been controlled by someone else. My whole life, I've had to sacrifice everything. I had to sacrifice my happiness, my childhood, my parents, my life, people I loved, all for those who took and took and never gave me anything back. You just lost Fred. I lost a lot, lot more. Being with Draco made me happy and you had to go and make me sacrifice my happiness once again for your selfish reasons. If it were you in my place, I'd happily support you if you wanted to be with Voldemort. I'd be upset at first but once I cooled down, I would support you. Because that is what best friends do. Because they are supposed to love you. Not your fame and fortune and all the good things they'll get by being with you."

    "Nothing makes it okay you wanting to be with that bastard of an arsehole who-"

    "Shut up!" Harry yelled so loud, it broke the silencing charms he always kept in the kitchen.

    "One more word about Draco and I promise you Ronald that you won't stay alive to make a sound let alone say another word. I have told you time and again and I'm repeating it now for the last time. Get the fuck out if my life, you selfish, fame digging arseholes. Get out! You made me leave Draco! Forced me to be with that slut sister of yours. Forced me to leave the man I'm still so madly in love with. You forced me into this miserable, painful life while I could have been happily married already with him. And now, I left you. I threw you all out of my life the way you made me throw him out. Get out!" Harry yelled so loud. "OUT!"

  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #draco malfoy #harry Potter #draco malfoy and harry potter #potterhead #lgbt themes. #song fic

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 4:

    Draco clears his throat.

    "Why are you getting my cheesecake?" Draco asks, making all his effort in keeping his voice closed and indifferent.

    He doesn't let the hurt on Harry's face affect him.

    "I own this place." Harry says after a while.

    "Thank you for the cake. If you don't mind, I have to finish this." Draco says politely.

    Draco won't run. He's done running. He'll sit here, finish the cake, pay and leave with his head high. He wasn't the one who used Potter. He was the one who got used. He starts working on his paper again, ignoring Potter who is standing there, looking at him. The worst part is, he can't even blame Potter. Draco is a Malfoy, he's Potter. How can Potter be with a Malfoy after everything they've done in the war. Draco just wishes, that Harry hadn't played him the way he did. He shouldn't have gone along when Draco kissed him, should have never flirted with Draco with his useless puns and compliments and sweet touches. He waits until Potter leaves and then takes a bite of his cake. Fucking Potter! He had to be good in this as well. Thanks to his occlumency that he can keep his emotions inside. He manages not to let a moan out. He sits there, finishes his cake, doesn't even ask for the frappe he had ordered, goes to the counter and leaves extra money, smiles at the girl on the counter and turns to leave. As soon as he opens the door to leave, Potter calls him.


    Draco turns to look at him.

    "I'm making honey-lemon drizzle tomorrow. With raspberry dark chocolate sauce. I'll save some for you." Harry asks, looking hopefully.

    But Draco will be damned if he let Potter in again after being thrown out that way. He's still got some pride left. He's still a Malfoy. So he does what he thinks is best. He gives Potter a sad smile.

    "Goodbye, Potter." He says and leaves.

    (I know we didn't end it like we're supposed to
    And now we get a bit tense
    I wonder if my mind just leaves out all the bad parts
    I know we didn't make sense
    I admit it that I think about it sometimes
    Even though I know it's not so distant
    Oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it)

    "He's not gonna come." Harry tells Eveta as he watches Draco leave. Hugs Eveta back as she hold him to comfort him.

    True to his words, Harry makes honey-lemon drizzle along with raspberry dark chocolate sauce. True to his guess, Draco doesn't come. Why would he after the way Harry broke his heart, humiliated him after saying he loves him back? Harry can't stop the tear that leaves his eyes.

    "Good night, Teddy bear. I love you." Harry covers Teddy with a blanket.

    "Night night dad. Love you too." Teddy says before he falls asleep.

    Harry walks out of Teddy's room towards the living room. Eve is sitting on the couch reading as Harry walks towards the bar he has set up. He takes one of the glasses, fills with with three fingers scotch. He takes the glass towards the armchair near the window, sits, taking a sip. It's Draco's birthday in couple of days. Harry has put in the order of coffee beans and chocolate from Africa. Harry always makes honey-lemon drizzle cake on his birthday, eats it alone in his misery. He knows Hermione and Ron will come back. They always do during Draco's birthday. They have got to ruin everything Draco in his life like they ruin his chance to be happy with Draco. Eight years ago, he had made the decision to leave Draco, to choose Ginny because of that night that Ron and Hermione ruined. Where they forced their choices on him, forced him to leave Draco and he did, in a way that left Draco insulted and humiliated. He hated the glee in Ron's eyes as they saw Draco's heart break, as Harry broke his heart. He couldn't be with any of them after that night. He remembers how hard Ginny tried to get through him in every way possible. He remembers Ginny trying to kiss him, drag him to bed every night, moving in with him immediately after graduating Hogwarts with them. Harry remembers the drunken haze he lived in, when he came back home and went straight to the bar, pouring him self glass after glass of neet scotch. He remembers bursting out on Ginny many times.

    "I didn't want you, Ginny. You and everyone else forced you on me. This is the only way you get me!"

    Harry had yelled, threw his glass on the wall, watched Ginny flinch as the glass shattered in million pieces. He went out that night, to a wizarding bar. Grimauld place was under construction then, renovating. Harry and Ginny lived in a two bedroom flat. Harry never let her sleep in the same room, threw her out after she tried to sleep with him, trying to lure him with sex. That night, Ginny had tried to get Harry to give Teddy up legally to Narcissa Malfoy so that 'We will be free of this forcefull responsibility and live our lives. You don't have to be a father, Harry. That kid has relatives. Drop him off.' Ginny had said. Harry lost every bit of patience left in him thay day. He went to a wizarding bar, picked up a pale blond man that reminded him much of Draco, got him home, took him in his bedroom in front of Ginny and closed the door. He had sex with him, making loud noises, making the blond scream, screaming Draco's name as he came. He let the bloke sleep in his room that night. Then he made the bloke breakfast in the morning and sent him home. He didn't bother obliviating the blond, knowing that the blond heard Harry scream Draco's name as he came. Smiled when Ginny cried, completely devastated that Harry got a random blond man home while he didn't touch Ginny nor let Ginny touch him. Rarely even allowed her to kiss him. How could he? He was gay. He told them so many times only to be brushed off as a phase. That when you have a woman, you'll understand. So Harry did the same thing two nights later, got a random blond man home and had loud sex with him with Ginny in the house.

    "Harry!" Harry heard Hermione through floo.

    The only reason he didn't block the burrow through the floo is because of Arthur and Molly. They seemed genuinely sorry for what Ginny, Ron and Hermione put Harry through. Even though they didn't agree on Draco, they were willing to accept him for Harry. After a little while, so were Bill and Fleur. Charlie always supported Harry and cut off ties with Ron, Hermione and Ginny after listening to everything they made Harry do and said to him. Charlie being a bisexual, couldn't handle his temper at the blatant homophobia. Harry understood George's reason not to support, Fred's death was something he could never move on from, but he wasn't really looking for George's permission.

    "Harry?" Hermione called again.

    "Tell her I'm not home." Harry told Eveta, knowing full well that Hermione could see him.

    "Harry, I can see you. Hear you as well." Hermione frowned.

    "Tell her I'm busy and close the floo." Harry told Eveta.

    "You heard him Granger. He's busy." Eveta gave a fake smile and cut the floo. "Fucking cunt."

    "Hmm." Harry replied.

    "Arry? There's a birthday on fifth June. Customer has asked our best dark chocolate cake along with anything lemon and raspberries. And they will pay for the bakery to be open for about four people at midnight. Shall I accept or reject it?" Eveta asked.

    "Accept it. Someone might as well have the honey-lemon drizzle with me." Harry said.

  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry Potter #draco malfoy and harry potter #enemies to lovers #potterhead #ginny Weasley bashing #ron weasley bashing #hermione Granger bashing #fanfiction #fanfic #lgbt #lgbt pride

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 3

    (I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
    And we stayed up for hours
    What a time, what a time, what a time
    You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
    What a time, what a time, what a time
    For you and I
    What a time, what a time
    For you and I)

    Draco's presentation was a success. He walked out of the La Rosita hospital with a sprint on his steps. Draco had worked too damn hard for where he was today. He remembers how he was forced to do community service making potions for St Mungos. Where he learnt so much, experimented so much. He managed to make and modify some potions. He managed to modify Skellegrow in chocolate flavour which was extremely difficult because anything could easily ruin that potion. He made cosmetic potions that could colour your hair without slightest bit of damage. He remembers that St Mungos wanted to take all the credit but Draco stood on his feet. Didn't let anyone steal his credit. He was to work with St Mungos for two years and in two years, he made a name in potions so well that La Rosita contacted them. La Rosita was way more advanced and famous than St Mungos. Working in La Rosita was an honour. He remembers when he was quitting St Mungos for La Rosita, who were paying Draco heafty salary for his potions work, St Mungos tried to guilt him into staying for free after his community service for free was done, saying he had to stay here to make up for his mistakes and all the people he hurt. It almost worked until his Slytherin brain started to work and he refused. He had paid his dues. Now he'll live his life. He left for Fance four years ago.

    After another success and a salary raise, Draco decided to treat himself with desserts. He had seen this mint green bakery yesterday and wanted to try it out. He loved bakeries. He always tried to find bakeries wherever he went in the world. Today, he chose this one to celebrate. He wished he could celebrate it with Pansy and Blaise, but they were off on their honeymoon and wouldn't be back for another week. So Draco entered the bakery with a smile on his face, ordered lemon cheesecake with a frappe. He was working on the next steps of the potions, comparing notes when he saw the cake appear.

    "Merci." He thanked before he looked up and then his world shook."

    "Harry." Draco breathed.


    The party was going hard in the Leaky. Everyone was drunk except for Harry and Draco who were making fun of others and their drunk stupidity. It was the day of their last exams, it had just finished and they all were here to celebrate as they were all leaving for home tomorrow. Draco was sitting so close to Harry, their thighs touched, Draco could feel the warmth spread towards his groin and flutter in his chest. They were so close, looking at each other leaning so close, they could almost kiss. Draco clears his throat and leans back a bit, then he proceeds to tie up his long hair. Harry stops him, holding his hand.

    "Don't. I like it better open." Harry says.

    "You do?" Draco asks.

    "Yeah. You look beautiful like that." Harry smiles.

    Draco curses inside as he tries to hide his blush. He lets his hair fall on his cheeks.

    He watches as Weasley frowns at them and Weaslette makes her way towards them.

    "Do you wanna get out of here?" Harry asks as he watches Weaslette.

    "Yeah. Where?"

    "To a park maybe."


    "Yeah. I'm in a mood to swing."


    "Are you going to keep repeating words or can we leave?" Harry chuckles.

    "Yes, let's leave."

    "Good. Faster, she's almost here." Harry catches Draco's hand and leads him out of the Leaky and apparates them to muggle London. Thank merlin, Draco wasn't wearing any robes, just plain shirt and trousers. They walk in silence, hands holding still. Draco bites his lip. They reach a park and with an Alohamora, the gates open. They walk in the park and close the gates, Harry leads them to the swings. Harry leaves his hand to sit on one of the swings. Draco goes on to sit on the one beside him.

    "I don't think I've been on any swing since I was five." Draco says.

    "Really? Why?"

    "Swings are for children, ect."

    "You were a child."

    "Not for father, I wasn't. Mother used to love taking me to the swings set in the manor. He forced her not to." Draco said. "Mother used to laugh while she pushed me on the swing. She did it by hand instead of magic."

    He always told Harry stuff. He was as Harry got down of the swing and walked behind Draco. Draco laughed as Harry started pushing Draco's swing, playing with it as he pushed it in different directions, causing it to jerk. Draco got off the swing to playfully push Potter but ended up slipping and pulling down Harry with him, landing on top of him. He looked at Harry below him, chuckling, and then looking at him with his vibrant green eyes. He tucked Draco's hair behind him. Draco leans down, he couldn't help himself, he kisses Harry. And Harry, he kisses Draco back. Their kiss is like them, fierce, full of fire, desperate, burning and passionate. And right now, Draco doesn't care that they're rolling in dirt, Draco doesn't care about anything but Harry. And Harry's touches. And kisses. He moans as Harry pins him down on the ground, kissing him, his neck, his throat. Draco can't help the tears when Harry says words like Beautiful. You're so beautiful, Draco. Want you so much. Wanted you always. You're mine.

    Draco can't help the I Love You that leaves his throat, can't help the sob that escapes when Harry says it back as they lay there on the park ground, holding each other, clinging to each other as if the other would vanish if they let go, grinding their bulges together as they cum. He can't help the smile on his face as they go back to his dorm and Harry comes to drop him, hand in hand. He smiles as he kisses Harry goodnight.

    Draco remembers the next day, as he walked down to the common room with Pansy and Blaise, looking at Harry, smiling at him. He remembers as he was about to take a step towards him, the Weaslette ran towards him, grinning, hugging him, holding him close. He can feel the tears in his eyes as he watches Draco while he holds her back, doesn't push her away as she kisses his throat at the spot that Draco had marked him last night. Harry had healed the bites. Draco clears his throat, and walks out of the common room with as much dignity as he could muster. He refuses to talk to Pansy or Blaise about it. After telling them about last night, he feels too humiliated, to vulnerable. He can see that Blaise and Pansy are furious at Har- Potter. Once the train stop and he gets down, he can hear Potter calling him but he doesn't turn. He apparates to the manor.

    Draco maintains his shield for two seconds but as soon as he's behind the manor's closed door, he can't help it. He lets out a wretched sob. He sits down on the floor, hugging his knees close to his chest and he cries. He cries so loud with heavy sobs, cries like he hasn't in a while. He feels someone near him, sitting beside him, pulling him close. He smells his mother's perfume as she holds him close, comforting him, runing her hands on his back. He cries.

    End Flashback

  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #draco malfoy and harry potter #hermione granger bashing #ron weasley bashing #ginny weasley bashing #potterhead #baker harry potter #potioneer draco malfoy

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 2:

    (Even though I know it's not so distant,
    Oh, no, I still wanna reminisce it.)


    The night was dark. Harry walked towards the astronomy tower in his invisibility cloak. He needed to get away, the nightmares were getting from bad to worst. Once again he wondered if coming to Hogwarts to finish his education was a mistake. He entered the astronomy tower for some peace and quiet, only to see a mop of white blond hair. Malfoy hadn't been very interactive this year. He often ignored Harry and was always seen with Parkinson and Zanini. He still talked, spent time with Luna, took part in activities but avoided Harry. Harry still didn't know what fo feel about it. After having Malfoy as a constant in life for ao long, just to be left alone now. Harry went and sat besides him, startling the blond.

    Harry smiled as Draco laughed on his ridiculous pun. Draco loved puns. He always laughed genuinely while no one else would. Hermione would always look at him deadpanned, Ron would make a face. Ginny would always fake a giggle that he supposed was her trying to be sexy. Which didn't really make her sexy. Or it did but Harry was too busy watching Draco laugh with his eyes glittering silver. He kept looking at Draco, feeling flutter in his chest as he made Draco laugh while Ginny kept trying to get his attention, annoying Harry.

    Harry felt a shiver running down his spine as he felt Draco's fingers touch his as they walked near the black lake as Draco tried to explain potions to him. Draco always said Harry would remember it better if he taught Harry potions like they're having a conversation instead of having to sit in the library like a lecture. Draco used his hands a lot while talking but Harry couldn't help notice that his right hand wasn't much in use today because the back of that hand was touching Harry's. Harry could see the frown on Hermione and Ron. They didn't approve of Harry being friends with Malfoy even though he apologized, sincerely. In fact, Ron didn't like seeing Harry with anyone who isn't Ginny, Ron or Hermione. And Harry had clearly stated that he didn't want to be with Ginny. That it didn't feel right, being with a girl. Their breakup didn't sit well with the Weasleys. Although Molly understood, Ron didn't. Plus Ginny hated the fact that Harry wanted to adopt Teddy as soon as he left Hogwarts. Said that they should live their lives enjoying the luxury instead of raising a child. But Draco, he said as long as Harry was sure and happy with the decision, he'll support it. And Ginny, she didn't have luxury, she meant the luxury Harry will spend on her with his vaults filled with gold. Close. They were so close. So close that just a lean and their lips would touch. And Harry wanted that. Wanted that so much. So much.

    Harry almost lost his balance as he felt someone shake him. But he didn't seem to care. He just couldn't let his eyes leave Draco, sitting there biting his lip as his hair shone in the sun.

    "It's him, isn't it? Ze one you were forced to leave and push away." Eveta asked.

    Harry nodded.

    "Draco Malfoy? He zeems your type. Good on the eyes az well. Go talk to him, 'Arry." Eveta pushed.

    "I broke his heart, Eve. Broke both our hearts. I made a choice then, even though forced, I did."

    "I know you ziz, 'Arry. But what's the point in putting yourself en eem in so much pain when you've left Ron and Hemione? I mean, zhey still do try-"

    "Try because they need my help and name." Harry interfered.

    "Well, yes, buz you've anyways made a choice en then you made a choize again when you distanced yourself with zhem. Zhey're not in your life anymore, 'Arry. Not really. Not even though they keep trying so much. Give zhis a chance, Harry. Don't let it go."

    "You don't mind that he's a death-eater?" Harry asked.

    "Ex zeath-eater. And no. You can marry Voldemort himself and I'll support you. Go now. Take this lemon cheesecake." Eveta said.

    Harry took the small plate from her hand, added a bit of brownie crumbs beside the cake and few choco-chips. He took a deep breath as Eveta grinned and gave him a thumbs up. Harry went out the door, straighten his shirt and placed the plate on Draco's table.

    "Merci." Draco smiled and looked up at Harry.

    As soon as he looked up at Harry, his eyes got wide. Harry could see the emotions flicking through Draco's face. The hurt, the betrayal, the heartbreak, and it pains Harry's heart.

    "Draco." Harry gives a rueful smile, he's sure that his face is showing the pain in his heart.

    "Harry." Draco breathes.

  • arshia_gulrays 45w

    #drarry #harry Potter #draco malfoy #draco malfoy/harry potter #fanfiction #drarry fanfiction #fanfic #baker harry potter #potioneer draco malfoy #post battle of Hogwarts

    Read More

    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 1:

    [I feel a little nauseous and my hands are shaking
    I guess that means you're close by
    My throat is getting dry and my heart is racing
    I haven't been by your side
    In a minute, but I think about it sometimes.]

    Harry moans as he feels pink soft lips close around his throat, blond hair shining over his eyes. Grey eyes twinkle and pink lips quiked in a smile. A smile that turns upside down, the twinkle in the grey eyes dying as tears well up in them . He walks away, tears in his eyes, long blond hair over defeated shoulders as he walks away. Harry wants to follow him. Wants to stop him from leaving. Harry doesn't want to lose him but he can't. He can't speak. Ginny is stopping him by kissing him. He can't push Ginny away, Ron and Hermione are holding him back. He wants to yell, wants to scream at him to stop, to don't walk away. He wants to scream just one word.


    Harry wakes up with a gasp. He lays on his bed, sweat drenching his skin, his breathing fast and laboured. He lays in his bed, tears threatening to escape. He shuts his eyes. It's been a while since he's dreamed of Draco. A week, maybe. He tries to breathe slow, tries to get it in control but can't help the sob that escapes. Can't help the tears that escape. After holding on for few months, he finally cries.

    Harry can feel his hands shaking as he tries to open the light mint green door of his little bakery with the keys. He dropped Teddy off to school and came straight here. He feels white hands over his as someone takes the keys away from him. He turns to watch Eveta watching him with concerned brown eyes. Eveta, a squib he kind of adopted. She's 17, in college, doing film making. She lives with Harry and Teddy. Her hair jet black that she can easily pass as Harry's sister, but straight instead of unruly like that of Harry's.

    "Are you okay?" She asks in heavy French accent.

    "No. But I'll be." Harry gives a rueful smile.

    Eveta opens the door for Harry and pushes him to sit on one of the small tables they placed for customers to sit.

    "I'll get you zome tea." Eveta kisses his temple and walks in the kitchen.

    The bakery is mint green and black. Pretty and feminine. French. In France. Six years ago, Harry had took Andromeda's permission, packed his and Teddy's bags and booked a flight to France. To Paris. Teddy was just two then. Andromeda, too sick to do anything, moved in with Narcissa Malfoy for her last days. Andromeda didn't want Harry or Teddy around to see yet another death so she agreed. Since then, it's been six years here, in muggle Paris. The only connection he has to wizards are that Ron and Hermione still won't leave him alone. That and he glamours himself while he takes Teddy to the wizarding streets. He hears the thunk of a tea pot placed on the table and it catches his drifted attention.

    "You dreamt of him again, didn't you?" Eveta asks.

    Harry nods.

    "Will you ever tell me who is it?"

    Harry shakes his head with a small quirk on his lips.

    "Talking will help, Harry." She says, her brown eyes drawn in concern.

    The bell on the door jingles. Saved by the bells. He gets up and walks in the kitchen as Eveta goes to greet them and take their orders. Through the day, Harry keeps himself busy with all the cooking and baking but he just can't stop the shaking of his hands. There is a pit in his stomach. It feels like that day he let Draco down, let him go. As the sun starts to drown around 4pm, the sky out is pink, golden and blue. The bakery is separated in two parts; kitchen and the place for customers to sit. The wall in between the two rooms have a small window so that Harry can see the customers. The bakery is relatively empty as Eveta brings the plates and cups in the kitchen for washing. The bell on the door rings as the door open and Harry, he can't help but feel the despair, the pain as he looks who entered.

    He watches as the beautiful blond enters the bakery. He looks so much different than he did six years go and yet still looks the same. The straight hair is not just shoulder lenght anymore, it's few inces longer below his shoulders. And it's not straight anymore as well. It has slight waves that suddenly remind him of Luna. The smirk that gave him the cocky look is nowhere to be seen. There's a soft smile playing on his lips as he speaks to Eveta in fluent French, ordering what he wants. He isn't wearing the stiff robes anymore as well. Instead, he's wearing jeans, a crop top and black leather jacket matched. His red crop top matching the red stilletos and pink gloss on his lips. He smiles at Eveta and walks to sit on one of the chairs near window that gives the view outside of the bakery. He pulls out some books and parchments and pens and starts working.

    Harry longs for him. He's been longing for him. He knows how it feels to have Draco in his arms. He knows how those lips taste. He knows how Draco smells, the fragrance of vanilla and apples. And watching Draco, it takes him back to that time.

  • arshia_gulrays 99w

    Converting songs into stories.
    Song: Realize
    Artist: Colbie Caillat
    #songs #shortstories #love #lgbt #gaypride #closetedgay

    Read More


    We sit on the beach away from the party and stare at the stars. They are beautiful tonight. Not as beautiful as him though. I don't tell him that. I knew he will take it as a joke. We both look behind as someone calls him. His girlfriend of the month. No one ever lasts more than a couple of months. "I wish you were a girl. I'd date you then and that would be it." He said one time. I've never hated myself for being a boy as much as I do now since then. Is that the only way we could be together? Why is sexuality so important? I can give him everything he wants and even more. We're perfect for each other. I know his every mood and every expressions. I know exactly what to say and when. He knows the same things about me. We know things about each other no one else does. We are perfect for each other. Sometimes he looks at me like I'm the only one in his life, then he goes and flirts with some random girl. At times he stares into my eyes and then lips, and it makes me feel dizzy. Its painful. I know it will never happen. I'm to blame as well. I never did tell him I go the other way, that I like boys. But I do know we will be perfect for each other. Only if he realize it as well.

  • arshia_gulrays 99w

    Short stories based on songs. Hope you like it.
    #songs #shortstory #shortstories #romance #love #wedding #relationships

    Read More

    Make You Mine

    She was sitting there with our friends and was avoiding me as always. She liked me, I knew that. I liked her, she knew that. Its the game we've been playing since the first time I met her. She is afraid. Afraid of her heart being broken again. But I don't intend to do that. I think she knows. I guess I should make a move. I go and sit besides her on the bar stool as soon as others leave to dance. "Darling." I say. She blushes at the name. It will be okay I guess. I smile at her and she blushes more. I can't stop my stupid smile when I look at her. Her brown cheeks go red as she blushes. Her raven black hair a bit matted by sweat. I put my hand forward and motion to the dance floor. She sheepishly smiles and takes my hand. We dance for a while, never letting our hands leave each other. I ask if she wants to go for a walk. She says yes. We go out of the club and the roads are empty. Our hands are still intertwined. The night is lit with moonlight and street lights. Its past midnight. We talk. For the first time, after hanging out so many times, we talk directly with each other. No indirect flirting, no indirect questions and silent glances. She makes me laugh and I make her giggle. We don't know where we are walking. We just are. We don't realize when when the sun rises. We both are exhausted. I hail a cab and we go to her place so I can drop her. She invites me in. She changes into something comfortable and gives me a hoodie to wear. Her eyes are puffy and she yawns. She looks beautiful in sunrise. "Darling? Be mine?" I ask. She looks at me for a minute then gets up. She puts her hand forward and I take it. "We'll see." She says and leads me to the bedroom. She lays down and I lay down besides her. She rolls and her head is on my chest. She falls asleep and after a while I do to.

    Its been a year since that day. So much as happened. She slams the china plate on the wall. We yell and we scream. We say things we shouldn't have. She storms of to the bedroom and I behind her. She lays down and I besides her. A tear leaves her eyes and I hold her hand. She intertwines her fingers immediately. We both lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling. "Darling?" I say and she chuckles. She rolls over and lays her head on my chest. I put my arms around her and we fall asleep.

    Two years pass and we lay on the bed after a very long day. As always, her head is on top of my chest and I play with her hair from my arm on her side. I take out the box from my pocket and hold it tightly. "Darling?" I say and she looks at me. I hold the box in front of her eyes above my chest. "Be mine?" I ask. She giggles and kisses me fiercely. "We'll see." She says with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

    A few months have passed. Today we shared our vows. Today we are one. The priest says I can now kiss my bride. I catch her hand and close distance between our faces. "I knew I'd make you mine." I smiled and we kissed. She's mine.

  • arshia_gulrays 99w

    Lips Of An Angel

    The sunlight breaks through my windows. I can feel it shine even with my eyes closed, and I hear a sweet laugh. I smile. I know what I'll see when I open my eyes. Those hazel eyes, fiery red hair, skin white as milk. Her loose curls that always stays on her cheeks. They always come back at her cheeks, no matter how many times you tuck it behind her ears. "Wake up David." I hear her say while her fingers stroke my chest. But it isn't her. Her voice is different. I open my eyes. A beautiful girl, blonde hair, blue eyes. I know who she is. She is my girlfriend. Amy. I've been dating her since a year. She's not her. She's not Kathy. Amy doesn't have her fiery red curls and soft hazel eyes. Kathy isn't with me anymore. She's with him now. I don't even know his name. Its been two years. Will she call me again? She calls me at night sometimes. Her boyfriend, he doesn't know she calls me. Amy doesn't know I pick her calls, or maybe she does but she hasn't let me know. I haven't let Kathy go out of my mind. I know she hasn't let me go as well. I guess we never really moved on. But this is our life now. This is how my day goes. All my time awake during the day, I spend it on Amy. Today is going the same as well. She talks to me a lot. She calls my name a lot. "David." She keeps saying my name while talking again and again. Her voice is sweet but it's not like Kathy's. The way Kathy says my name, from her beautiful lips she always paints them pink. Her lips full and beautiful like that of an angel.

    The night is dark and quiet. Amy is asleep in my arms, her breathing slow and even. My phone vibrates in my pocket. I know who it is. I don't have to see to know. I slowly pull out from Amy's arms and walk to the next room. I pick up the phone and listen to her breath. I wait for her to say my name. It sounds so sweet in her voice. "David." She finally says and I can feel her pink lips moving the way it did in front of me. Her sweet sound saying my name. Her voice coming out from her lips. Her lips of an angel.

  • arshia_gulrays 118w

    Appreciating those who work 24/7 for us is a good cause. According to me by creating noise by banging vessels and whistling is a waste. What those people actually need are better working conditions, better salaries, better medical facilities which we and government can help to provide. By this noise we all are making we are just scaring the birds and animals which can lead to their death because of being scared. I request people to please be considerate of non human living beings as well