greenapricot

In which Draco is obsessed but won't admit it and everything is slowly sliding in a direction he'd rather not think about. H/D slash.

Blaise raises the sword again and runs it slowly from Draco’s left shoulder, across the grey silk of his shirt, and slices off the top button with the tip of the blade. The perfect shell button hits the floor with a barley audible tick. As cool steel hits warm skin for the barest instant Draco lets out a hiss, not of pain, but of surprise. Blaise grins. Draco knows this game. They’ve been playing it all summer. He is tired of it. boy!Blaise/Draco

Obscene five-inch-diameter Stargazers, the grey light of dawn, and eventually something has to give. H/D, post-Hogwarts

Draco hates a lot of things and he will gladly list them if asked. The list will be long and meandering, switching quickly from one seemingly unrelated item to the next. Slash. boy!Blaise/Draco.

Draco has a thing about order. Blaise has a thing about disrupting it. Slash, boy!Blaise/Draco.

Draco's thoughts, after returning to the Manor following his fifth year, with a bit of H/D thrown in for good measure.

The day is hot, and so is Harry. H/D slash.

A flash of silver blond through the crowd and I find myself searching for it again without even realizing I am, like searching for the Snitch. There it is again, it could be anybody really, it could be someone who dyed their hair. It could be...````It's a narrow margin/just room enough for regret/in the inch and a half between/hey, how ya been?/and can I kiss you yet? Harry/Draco

Fever pulls Harry into a world of swirling, burning color, and when he finally comes out of it he finds that nothing is quite the same, and his feelings for a certain silver eyed boy have melted into something entirely different.