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All Was Well (1/??)

Summary: Harry and Draco struggle with life after the war. Together, things my not be easier, but they sure are more interesting.

A/N: Okay, I lied, it’s going up today. I didn’t realize that I would be able to get done with all my schoolwork as quickly as I did, so I figured I would reward myself and you guys with an early post. I’m kind of worried that they’re ooc, but if I don’t post it now, I know I never will lmao. I really hope I did the pair justice and I sincerely hope you enjoy this first part!

Pairing: Drarry

Word Count: 3014

Warnings: Angst, nightmares, slight panic

Harry thought that, after the war, everything would go back to normal. He would be able to go back to the perfect life he had envisioned with his friends, his girlfriend and his adopted family. He would be able to become an Auror and everything would be fine.

The problem with his plan was that he didn’t plan for the fallout of the war.

He didn’t expect the sheer number of people who would swarm him any time he went out. Not the people touching him or grabbing it his hair, clothes and glasses just for the chance to touch the saviour or, even better, manage to tear off a piece of his clothing.

He wasn’t counting on the number of meetings he would called on to attend or hearings and trials he would be asked to testify at. He never imagined the sheer number of people he would see put away for war crimes. He watched as Death Eaters and snatchers alike were sentenced to Azkaban with varying times to be served.

When the time came, he testified at the Malfoy’s Hearings. It was about a week after the final battle that the owl arrived inviting him to attend the trial and, if possible, testify.

Thanks to his testimony, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were pardoned with only mild probationary punishments set in place. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky.

Due to his place in Voldemort’s inner circle, regardless of turning his back in the end, he was sentenced to Azkaban for thirty five years.

Harry felt horrible when the verdict was reached, but felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that Draco and his mother were free. After the trial, Draco and Narcissa had approached him and thanked him quietly. Draco had refused to meet his eyes and Narcissa stood close to her son, her hand on his arm. Harry had nodded stiffly to them and watched them walk away to speak to Lucius before he was taken to Azkaban.

Most of all, he wasn’t expecting the sadness, depression and anxiety that would follow the war.

A week after everything ended, Hermione and Ron went off to Australia in search of Hermione’s parents to attempt to restore their memories and bring them back to England. In that time Harry and Ginny tried to bring their relationship back to the level it was at when they were in school the year before. No matter what they tried, they couldn’t seem to bring back the spark. They broke up, knowing that it was what was best for the both of them. Even after their split, they spent long nights together in Grimmauld Place, laying on the floor and talking.

One night, a little under a month after the final battle, the two of them had stayed up well into the night and come to a rather startling conclusion.

“Harry?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m gay.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Ginny nodded.

The pair was quiet for a while. Harry's brow furrowed as he thought about what Ginny had said. He'd never really given any thought to his sexuality. He'd not really ever had the time. Everyone had always expected him to marry the perfect girl and have a handful of children. Until then it hasn't occurred to him that their sexualities were the reason their relationship had collapsed.

“I think I might be too.” Harry said, his face scrunching up in mild confusion. “But not one hundred percent, if that makes any sense at all.”

“Of course it does.” Ginny snorted. “You could be bisexual, pansexual, polysexual. The options are practically endless.”

“That sounds much too complicated.”

“Sexuality isn’t a static thing, Harry. It’s fluid. It’s a spectrum.” Ginny tried her best to explain. “Sexuality is different for everyone.”

Harry just nodded and they fell into silence for a moment before moving on to talk about something completely different.

Even after his talk with Ginny about his sexuality, he still struggled greatly with most things surrounding the war.

He hated the funerals. He hated that everyone was dead. He hated that it was all his fault. That he couldn’t do the one thing he was born to do and save them. Most times he showed up to pay his respects before apparating home and curling up in bed and trying to forget those who had passed on.

Ron and Hermione didn’t seem to understand why he had such a hard time dealing with the aftermath of the war. They constantly tried to get him to join them at the Burrow or go out to eat at some muggle restaurant. He always turned down their offers saying he was sick or that there were errands he had to run. He knew his excuses were shit, but he couldn’t bring himself to be around the two of them when he knew that they would just bombard him with questions he didn’t have the answers to.

The only thing that gave him a sense of peace was being with his godson, Teddy.

When Andromeda told him that he could visit whenever he wanted, he spent as much time with her and his godson as he possibly could. Being around someone so small and pure and innocent gave him a sense of hope that he didn’t know he could ever feel again.

The small boy never failed to make Harry smile. Hearing the little gurgles and constant nonsensical babbling from the child made him feel better and he was glad that he could have Teddy in his life.

The first time Draco had showed up to his aunt’s house he wasn’t expecting to be met by the savior of the wizarding world in her living room. Both of the young men froze upon seeing each other, neither of them completely sure of what they were supposed to do in that situation.

Harry had nearly forgotten that Teddy was Draco’s cousin. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that the blond would want to visit Andromeda and Teddy. It had taken him a full three minutes to rake his gaze over the man in front of him, observe that he was, in fact, rather fit, and decide that the best course of action was to attempt to be civil with him.

Harry had hoisted himself up off of Teddy’s playmat and sauntered over to the slightly taller blond and extended his hand to him. Draco had eyed him warily, unsure of what Harry was attempting.

“What do you want, Potter?” He’d asked. There was no venom in his words, he was simply trying to understand the situation.

“It occurred to me that we got off on the wrong foot seven years ago. After what we've been through, I’d hate for something as stupid as a school rivalry to get in the way of us being civil now. So,” Harry looked pointedly from Draco to his hand and then back again. “What do you say, Draco?”

Draco's eyes had widened at hearing Harry say his first name so casually. He was a bit taken aback for a moment, having to process what was going on. If what he thought was happening was actually happening, Harry Potter was offering him his friendship, the one thing his eleven year old self had wanted most.

“Are you joking?”

Harry tilted his head to the side, sliding his hands into his pockets. “If I were joking, don’t you think I’d do it in a place that’s a little more public than your own aunt’s house?”

Draco’s brow furrowed. “I suppose you might.” He squinted at the raven haired boy in front of him. “But why would you want to be friends with me?”

Harry shrugged. “Why not? The world’s crazy enough as is, why not give everyone a little shock?”

Draco snorted in amusement, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you’re ready for this?” He asked. “Our friendship would be a commitment.”

Harry laughed and smiled genuinely for the first time in months, and at Draco Malfoy no less. “I think I can handle that challenge.”

Draco shook his head before extending his hand to Harry. “Alright, Potter. Just remember that you brought this on yourself.”

Harry grinned and shook the blond’s hand. “Don’t worry, I definitely will.” He nodded his head towards Teddy who was gurgling away on his playmat. “You want to help me with your cousin?”

“I think I can manage that.” Draco said with a smirk.

Harry and Draco spent more time together when they were both at Andromeda’s house. The two of them found that it really wasn’t all that hard for them to get along. They both enjoyed spending time with Teddy and they found that they had more in common than previously thought.

What Harry didn't expect from his newfound friendship with the youngest Malfoy came one rather rainy night in the middle of July.

Harry had been staring into the out of season fire in the fireplace, getting lost in the flicker of the flames, when a loud pounding sounded at the door.

Not wanting to trouble Kreacher, Harry hoisted himself up off the floor and all but stumbled over to the door, feeling not entirely returned to his legs after having been sitting on the floor for so long. Upon opening the door, Harry was met with a sopping wet Draco Malfoy, his gray eyes staring blankly at Harry's chest.

“Draco?” Harry said. Confusion had colored his tone. He hadn’t even known Draco knew where he lived.

“I’m sorry.” Draco said weakly, his eyes slowly moving to meet Harry’s.

“What?”

“I said-”

“No, I heard what you said, Draco,” Harry said, ushering Draco through the door and into his sitting room. “I just don’t know what you have to be sorry for.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “How could you not?” He hissed.

“Draco-”

“No, Harry! I was a complete prick when we were in school and you’ve just put all that aside like I didn’t side with the Dark Lord during the war! Like I didn’t try to crucio you sixth year!” His voice rose in volume as he talked. “I tormented you and your friends and treated you like shite! I’m supposed to be your enemy, Harry. Not your fucking friend!”

“You’re forgetting the part where I nearly killed you, Draco.” Harry said calmly.

“No, you don’t understand,” Draco starts pacing, his soaked clothes dripping onto the hardwood flooring. “I-I’ve done things. Terrible things, and I don’t deserve forgiveness. I don’t deserve your kindness or your friendship! I don’t understand how you could just let everything go! Why would you ever want to give me a second chance?!”

“Draco, stop!” Harry says sternly, placing his hands on either side of Draco’s face, effectively putting a stop to his pacing. “Just stop, please.”

Draco's breath hitched as grey eyes met green. With a moment's pause, he fisted Harry’s shirt in his hands and pulled him forward, pressing his lips to Harry’s in a kiss.

Seeming to come to his senses, Draco shoved Harry away from him, suddenly pulling his hands into his chest and closing himself off almost immediately.

“I'm sorry,” He whispered. “I'm sorry. So, so sorry.” His brow furrowed and he turned towards the door and began to walk towards it, attempting to leave a shocked Harry behind. He didn't get far before Harry placed a hand on his shoulder and gently spun him around. “Harry…”

Harry rested both of hands on Draco's shoulders, squeezing gently, trying to reassure the boy in front of him that everything was alright. “Do you realize what time it is?” Draco tilted his head to the side, confused. “It's the middle of the night and you're soaked to the bone. You're staying here tonight.”

“Are you sure?” Draco asked, his eyes impossibly wide.

“Of course.” Harry answered with a resolute nod. “You go get showered and I'll get you some pyjamas. We can talk after.”

“Alright.” Draco said, nodding dumbly, turning towards the staircase and following Harry up to the bathroom.

While Draco showerd, Harry gathered up towels and a set of pyjamas that he thought might fit Draco. He’s a little taller than Harry and he worried that all of his pyjama bottoms would be too short. He ended up shrugging and quietly opening the bathroom door, placing the clothes and towels on the counter and closing the door again before walking away and sitting on the stairs to wait for Draco to finish up.

Harry was starting to doze off when Draco quietly and tentatively padded out into the hallway. He sat down next to Harry, unsure of what to do, not wanting to upset him more than he had by kissing him.

“I know what you're thinking, Draco.” Harry said, his voice gentle.

“How could you possibly know that I'm thinking, Potter?” Draco almost hissed his words, but he couldn't find the strength to do so.

“Because I've known you for the better part of seven years and spent a number of them trying to figure you out.” Harry said simply. “I know you think you upset me by kissing me-”

“Didn't I though?” Draco asked, cutting Harry off. Harry sat up, opening his eyes so he could look at Draco.

“If anything, you surprised me.”

“You're not angry?”

“No, why would I be?”

“Well, for starters, you're not gay and you're dating the Weasley girl aren't you?” Draco asked, his cheeks tinged pink.

Harry shook his head, a small smile stretching his mouth. “We actually broke up.”

“What? Why?” Draco inquired, his eyes impossibly wide.

“Because she's gay and I'm bisexual.” Harry answered. “Well, not explicitly because of that. Right after the war, everything had us feeling off kilter and we didn't feel like we went well together any longer so, we ended things between us. Realizing that we weren't straight came a couple weeks after the fact.”

“You mean-”

“Not straight, single and definitely not upset with you.” Harry nodded and picked himself up from the from his seat on the stairs, offering Draco a hand in turn. “Let's get you to bed though. We can talk more about this in the morning.”

“Alright,” Draco took his hand and allowed himself to be led up the stairs to a spare bedroom.

“If you need anything during the night, my room is just at the end of the hallway.” Harry said before turning round, ready to head off to bed himself.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?” He turned back to look at a vulnerable looking Draco.

“Would you…” He looked at the floor, chewing at his bottom lip, a blush coloring his cheeks. He takes a deep breath before looking at Harry again. “Would you stay with me?”

“I-” Harry started to answer but cut himself off, knowing that he definitely wants to stay. “Of course I will.”

“Thank you.” Draco whispered, his expression sincere.

Harry followed after Draco as he walked over to the bed and slid under the covers. Harry turned out the lights before joining him in the bed and cozying into the bedding, trying to find a comfortable position. After about fifteen minutes Draco's soft snores filled the room and the sound lulled Harry into a shallow sleep.

A scream rips through the air, pulling Harry from his nearly fitful sleep. When he remembers where he was he realizes that the scream must have come from Draco.

The thin boy thrashes next to him on the bed as if he were trying to escape something or, rather, someone.

“Draco,” Harry reaches out to him, gently resting his hand on Draco’s right arm. It doesn't elicit any sort of response so Harry tries again, this time a little louder and shaking Draco’s shoulder. “Draco!”

Draco wakes with a start, his chest heaving with his effort to breathe and his eyes darting about frantically. “Harry?” He calls out to the dark room, his voice hoarse.

“I'm right here,” Harry answers, reaching out and taking Draco’s hand in his. With his free hand he turns on the lamp on the bedside table. “See? I didn't go anywhere.”

“You… I… Harry, I-” He chokes on a sob and covers his mouth with his hand, tears spilling over and falling down his cheeks.

Harry's eyes go wide and he shuffles over to the young man next to him and pulls him to his chest. “Draco, you're safe. It's okay, you're safe.”

Harry feels Draco's tears wet his shirt and he refuses to comment, regardless of how curious he is about what Draco was dreaming about. He rubs gentle circles into Draco's back, trying his best to calm him. After about five minutes, Draco's shoulders stop shaking and he's relaxed against Harry in a fashion he never would have thought possible just a couple of weeks ago.

“I'm sorry.” Draco mumbles, peeling himself away from Harry's chest, wiping his tears with the heel of his hand. “I'm really sorry, Harry.”

“Why?”

“This isn’t exactly something I wanted you to see,” Draco laughs darkly, still rubbing away the wetness on his face. “It’s not something I want you to have to deal with. That’s why I’m sorry.”

Harry shakes his head and takes Draco’s hand in his. “Don't be,” He gently runs his thumb across the pale skin of Draco's knuckles. “We all have our fair share of nightmares, yeah? You've got nothing to apologize for.”

Draco studies Harry’s face, looking deeply into his eyes, searching for a trace of malice and mocking. He doesn’t find anything of the sort, only sincerity and kindness. “Thank you.” Draco squeezes his hand gently.

“Let's try to go back to sleep, okay?” Harry lays down and Draco nods, laying down beside him, his ear pressed to Harry's chest, just over his heart. Draco refuses to let go of Harry's hand.

“Is this alright? Us being in the same bed, I mean.”

“Don't worry about it right now.” Harry shakes his head against his pillow. “Try to get some rest.”

Harry feels Draco nod against his chest before he slips off into sleep again.

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23 Movies That Have Been Ruined For You Forever

https://styleveryday.com/2018/03/25/23-movies-that-have-been-ruined-for-you-forever/

23 Movies That Have Been Ruined For You Forever

Tragic.

🚨Spoilers ahead!🚨

Stranger Than Fiction

“I learned my husband and best friend were having an affair when I walked in on them having sex while they were watching Stranger Than Fiction.” —melissam458146328

Columbia Pictures

The Departed

“My younger sister loves to spoil all movies for me. She started blowing up my phone towards the end of The Departed, knowing that I would start to worry and think it was an emergency. I opened my phone to a text, ‘EVERYONE DIES HAHAHAHA.‘ Classic.” —ensalinas82

Warner Bros.

Home Alone 2

“Home Alone 2… officially ruined because of Trump.“ —hertzlyd000

20th Century Fox

“The very first time I saw Up was back in 2009 on Thanksgiving. The first 15 minutes utterly destroyed me, and it was made even worse for me when I looked over to see my grandparents cuddled together on the couch. My grandma was in end-stage pancreatic cancer and wound up passing away not even a month and a half later. I can’t watch that movie anymore without going back to that moment.” —hordeoralliancewtf

Pixar

Wonder

“My 8-year-old son has a huge fear of Wonder to the point of obsession after seeing the trailer. He stopped watching TV on the chance they have commercials, and he won’t go into stores that might have it on display. He gets upset if we even say the word ‘wonder’. I read the book and wanted to see the movie, but after all of this, I don’t feel like seeing it anymore.” —catherinev7

Lionsgate

The Wizard of Oz

“The Wizard of Oz used to be one of my fave movies, but then I got a role in the musical and every thing was fine until I got my first fucking period on show night and had to wear white pants. I later looked at the pictures and EVERYONE could see my bloody pants. I can’t ever look at those lil munchkins again.“ —isabelb4357ef45b

MGM

Lord of the Rings

“My ex loved Lord of the Rings. I was sick one time and he brought over the extended edition of the entire series. It was fun watching it with him and we got to spend some quality time together. A few months later, he came out to me as gay while I was in the fucking HOSPITAL! I broke up with him and three weeks later, he started dating my best friend….. WHO IS A FEMALE! I can’t even think of LOTR without feeling angry.” —tammybingbongguidry

New Line Cinema

The Great Gatsby

“I went to go see The Great Gatsby with my crush and my best friend. Half way through the movie, the tables turn and the two of them are holding hands while I’m the third wheel. I still cant listen to ‘Young’.” —srocano

Warner Bros

The Goonies

“The Goonies was ruined for me because of my psychotic sister. She FLIPPED out because I watched her VHS and put the tape back in the wrong way. She threw the tape at me and screamed at me. What followed was an entire summer, autumn and part of a winter of her mistreating me, stealing MY tapes and destroying them. I swear, it was daily hell for me. It was affecting my mentality and making me scared to come home. I still cannot watch The Goonies to this day.” —missgem

Warner Bros.

Prometheus

“My husband and I went on a rare kid-free date to see Prometheus. Unfortunately, the man behind us felt so at home and comfortable, he took his shoes off and propped them up by us. Now, I can’t see anything involving the Alien franchise without thinking of horrible foot odor.” —jordanqc3

20th Century Fox

22 Jump Street

“In college, my (now ex) boyfriend and I tried to plan a movie night. We thought it’d be fun to rent a bunch of movies and make snacks, etc. His three neighbors came barging in, drunk as shit. They turned all the lights on, plopped down, and watched the movie. They talked during the whole thing and ate all the snacks. I kept texting my boyfriend to ask them to leave, but he never said anything to them. Still can’t watch 22 Jump Street without my skin crawling from anger.” —whitneysmith

Columbia Pictures

Shrek 2

“I was watching Shrek 2 with my dad and sister when my very first boyfriend broke up with me over text message.” —hannahm4bb8c3134

DreamWorks

Beetlejuice

“I went through a spell of having nightmares, and I had one where Beetlejuice was trying to murder me and my entire family. Flash forward 16 years later, and I can’t even look at Michael Keaton without feeling a little uneasy.“ —l46409f7ca

Warner Bros.

Frozen

“My mom just had to tell me that she cheated on my dad with her best friend’s son, who also happened to be a good friend of mine. I was crushed. We took the kids to see Frozen the next day and I cried silently through the whole thing. Now I associate that movie with heartbreak and even hearing the soundtrack makes me tear up.” —suzannel46f36ed04

Disney

The Godfather

“I was recovering from organ transplant surgery. One evening, I was in tremendous pain and sat up while watching The Godfather hoping the pain would pass. Turns out I had a bad abdominal infection and almost died. To this day, I can’t watch the movie without some emotional discomfort.” —josritson

Paramount Pictures

American Pie

“The first American Pie movie, because every time I went to a party, people expected me to scream “MILF! MILF!” at the family photos hanging up simply because I was Asian and spiked my hair like John Cho did.” —samg4b02cda83

Universal Studios

The Mask

“I can’t watch The Mask with Jim Carrey because halfway through watching it, my dad left and my mom announced we were moving out. Every time I see it, I think about that night!” —bradyg3

New Line Cinema

Kung Fu Panda

“I once agreed to hang out with my friend and her boyfriend while in middle school. We put on Kung Fu Panda and within the first five minutes, the two of them were making out. It was so awkward. I didn’t know what to do because I was so shy, so I just sat there through the whole thing while they were going at it. I almost got kicked in the face” —callic2

Dreamworks

Swingers

“I dated a guy who was obsessed with Swingers. If I never hear someone tell me I’m ‘so money, baby’ ever again, it will be too soon.” —januarycomet

Miramax

Old School

“We were watching Old School as a family when my dad got a suspicious phone call from his ‘job’ claiming he was needed at the office. Later that night, while he was still at ‘work’, he accidentally butt-dialed my mom and she heard him telling another woman he loved her. They were divorced shortly thereafter.” —jazzycatsindisneyland

DreamWorks

Rise of the Planet of the Apes

“Rise of the Planet of the Apes was ruined after my little brother had a seizure while my family was watching it. We had to call an ambulance, and when I came back from the hospital it was still paused and on the screen. I can’t even watch the movie without getting stressed, which is a real shame considering what an awesome movie it is.” —londoni2

20th Century Fox

Full Metal Jacket

“My dad and one of his friends got day drunk watching Full Metal Jacket. A friend was dropping me off after school and we pulled into the driveway to find the two of them shaving each other’s heads, poorly, while loudly quoting most of the boot camp scenes. I was mortified. Haven’t been able to watch the movie since.” —riotfoxmommy

Warner Bros.

The Sixth Sense

“I rented it when it came out on video and invited my friend over to watch it. I told her I hadn’t seen it, and she replied ‘Oh, you’ll love it. Bruce Willis is dead the whole time.‘ We no longer speak.” —samanthaholleyf

“If you’ve watched 50 First Dates then you know they watch The Sixth Sense everyday. One scene, Drew Barrymore’s character says ‘I can’t believe Bruce Willis was a ghost the whole time!’ And sadly, right then and there was when The Sixth Sense was spoiled for me.” —tatel4dd4c2d7a

“My mom: ‘Wasn’t it crazy how Bruce Willis was dead the whole time?’ Me: ‘Mom, I haven’t seen it yet!’ Mom: ‘Oh you haven’t? That’s too bad. It was really great!'” —sarapara725

Buena Vista Pictures

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