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#And he has hours long catchup sessions with Luna
the-sun-is-also-a-star · 10 months
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Drarry prompt : Physical touch as their love language :)
So this may be like...2 years late. I have no excuses. I am so sorry. I hope you like this lmao, i haven't written for drarry in literal ages. It's short and cute and I wrote it in less than half an hour if im being honest.
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Touch was special to Harry.
At first it was terrible, coming from a household where every touch was violent and love was rare.
Hogwarts changed that.
Ron would throw his arm over his shoulder after a quidditch match and Hermione would fall asleep on his shoulder while they studied late. It was odd, but soon it became as easy as breathing.
Soon touch became the way Harry communicate. He'd lightly shove Seamus with his shoulder and press his knee to Luna's when he'd sit on the floor with her to listen to her daily rants. He'd kiss Hermione's forehead before she left a room and tug on Ron's clothes to get his attention. He'd make sure that he was always touching someone at some point.
Harry Potter was not a boy who was shown a lot of love through touch, but he expressed it oh so generously.
When Draco and Harry became hesitant friends in 8th year, Harry was nervous.
The war had not ruined his affinity for physical touch as a means of comfort, in fact, it may have exacerbated it.
But Harry did not know if Draco liked to be touched and with a friendship so rocky, he wasn't willing to risk it.
But like all things with Draco, everything just sort of clicked.
When they sat together for lunch in the great hall (a fact that made Harry giddy with joy for some reason?) he found Draco sitting close enough that their arms pressed together.
When they sat next to each other in class, Draco's leg would be close enough to brush against his every now and then.
When they sat on the couches in the 8th year common room, all of their friends sitting together, squashed up on the couches, Draco and him would sprawl all over each other, limbs entangled and unbearbly comfortable.
All in all, Harry loved it.
It was when they started dating that it all came to a crux.
It was their first year out of Hogwarts, and with Draco begining his time consuming journey of training to become a potions master, a relationship was the last thing that you would assume could work out.
But they made it work, they always do.
Harry didn't care that Draco had odd hours because he had to sometimes check on potions at weird times in the night, he didn't care that sometimes Draco would spend entire afternoons reading on potions textbook or the other, he didn't care that sometimes Draco had to cancel plans last minute because his mentor was an utter ass and had Draco running at his beck and call.
It should have bothered him, especially as early as it was into their relationship as it was, but it didn't.
He didn't care becauss when Draco got back from his odd hours he would always kiss the crown of Harry's head, and get back into bed, going back to spooning him like he never left. He
didn't care because when Draco spent entire afternoons reading, he always did it on the couch next to Harry, his legs curled up next to him and his body leaning into his, and afterwards he would kiss Harry and thank him for being so patient with him. He didn't care because everytime before he got back from his mentor he would kiss Harry on the cheek, and hug him, tightly, promising that as soon as his internship was done he would never cancel plans again because he knew how important stability was for Harry.
Harry was never that good with expressing how he felt, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and he expressed that very clearly. He expressed it in the way he linked their pinkys together. He expressed it the way he hugged Draco from behind when he made coffee in the morning. He expressed it in the way he swung their hands when they walked anywhere.
And Draco loved him, oh how Draco loved him.
Draco loved him in the way he let Harry bury his face in his neck when he was cold. Draco loved him in the way he put his arm around Harry's chair when they went to pub nights with their friends. Draco love him in the way he pulled him close when they were dancing. Draco loved him.
Touch was everything to Harry, it was how he loved and how he wanted to be loved.
And oh, how he was loved.
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