#Sing To Me Instead: Drarry

[itsnotaphasemomitsanobsession]

My favorite fics of all time

For my birthday this year (I'm turning 30!!!) I thought what better way to celebrate the day I was born but also ✨ the day all my favorite characters died ✨ by giving you all some good fics! Happy May 2nd!!!

Running on Air (T): An oldy but a goody! I remember reading this a couple years ago when I rediscovered my love for drarry! I had spent my formative years on fanfic dot net obsessing over drarry and this brought it all back in one fell swoop.

Way down we go (T): I stumbled upon this one 2 years ago and I've been rereading it ever since. It's silly and lovely and they are in Alabama. What more could be said about it? A fantastic and beautiful story and I love it so much.

A big black sky (M): if I had to pick only one fic to read for the rest of my life, it would be this one. I love everything about this fic. It's sweet and loving and kind and wholesome and so sad and just wretchedly the best thing I've read. I reread this at least 2 times a year. And every reread it just gets better and better!

A pulled down shade (M): this one is newer to my list but I can already say this is a great and phenomenal fic! The author put their soul into this fic you can really tell, the effort and the love and the hard work. Truly an amazing read and an amazing story!!!

Nice things (M): I'm a sucker for an eighth year fic and this one is very good. I love a pot smoking draco something about it really gives me the vibes I don't know why. This whole fic is wholesome and it deserves so much love!

You've got the antidote for me (M): listen. Soulmate fics. I need more of them okay? I need so many. I love them so much they make me physically ill. Read this it's so good and sweet with a touch of sad.

Burn the witch (E): big fan of the bodyguard trope! This one also has Scorpius in it and I love when Scorpius is in things it makes me happy every time! But a good fic, very interesting plot and the characterization is very good and the ocs are super good too!!

I was late (you were early) (E): one of those "if we both aren't married in 10 years" fics and it's so good! There's also one in draco's pov I'll find you again (I always do)! It's a very cute story and I loved it a whole lot!

Everything a word can mean (T): a short and sweet little ficlet! It's of course a soulmate fic where they have names that their soulmates call them written somewhere on their bodies. And Harry's just so happens to be savior.

10:37 PM on the Floor of the Seventh Floor Corridor Near the Dancing Trolls (G): another short and sweet ficlet! Takes place during 6th year outside of the room of requirement! Very good and I love the characterization and I enjoy the authors take on this part of the books!

Say anything (M): professors au is one of my favorite aus!!!! And mic it with a French speaking draco and a secretly French speaking Harry! It only gets better!!

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) (T): I loved this fic a whole lot and really enjoyed the dynamic between Harry and Ginny in his oddly enough. I thought it was a very real and thought out fic that also at the same time was wholesome and sweet while going over sexuality and desire. I loved it a whole lot and it made my demisexual heart sing when I saw asexual rep.

Nearly lost things, carefully tended (E): antiques dealer draco and home owner Harry! Harry has some weird things for Draco to look at and he certainly doesn't pick the weirdest things he can find just for the blonde. Nah. Read it. It's great and silly and overall very fun!

I can't think of any more but make sure you leave comments and kudos if you like a fic!!

#drarry fic #drarry fic recs #drarry #hpdm fanfic #hpdm #drarry fanfiction

[iamnmbr3]

HELLO! I am not sure how to phrase this ask but I will do my best so bare with me :)

I have an HP online acquaintance who joked that if Drarry shippers use how much Draco harasses Harry as a measure of his crush on him then it must be a sign of a strong Dron (Draco/Ron) romance. Because Draco harassed Ron almost or just as much as Harry.

What I find interesting about Draco's bullying of Ron is that it feels a tad more personal (similar to how Sirius' attacks on Snape felt a bit more emotionally abusive compared to James who was a normal bullying jock). Draco made badges for Ron and Harry...but he literally composed an entire song for Ron!!! Like...this is not a headcanon compared to Draco writing the valentine in book 2. That is canon. And he gets his entire house to sing along.

So I guess my question is how would you respond to my mutual's joke about harassment being a measure of love? Why would you say Drarry is a thing but not Dron?

Thanks for this question and for your patience - I wanted to have time to sit down and write a proper answer.

Before I get into this I want to say that I'm very much of a ship and let ship mindset. Just because I don't ship something or find it compelling doesn't mean I have anything against the ship or against people who like it. I also don't think that a ship needs to have any canonical "evidence" for people to ship it (and I've certainly shipped many such pairings). I happen to see a lot of canonical basis for drarry but I don't think a ship "needs" that by any means.

Ok. Now that's out of the way, onto "dron." To my mind Ron/Draco is a ship that, unlike drarry, does not have any particular canonical basis. Separately from that, I also don't find it very interesting or compelling and thus don't personally ship it.

I think the key here is context. And the context of Ron and Draco's enmity is still all about Harry. Draco and Harry's relationship is intense and personal and much more equal - it's more of a hostile rivalry than it is a bully and victim relationship. With Draco and Ron though, that's not the case. It feels much more like bullying. Draco really gets to Ron in a way he doesn't get to Harry (who's got a whole Thing TM with him) or Hermione (who just brushes it off and ignores him). Ron though is really hurt and bothered on multiple occasions and Ron doesn't give as good as he gets. He doesn't have a snappy retort when Draco comes after him usually. He's just upset/humiliated/angry.

And why does Draco bully Ron? Because of Harry. Because Harry chose Ron instead of Draco as his friend and Draco can't stand that. As Harry and Ron get closer Draco's bullying of Ron and attempts to point out to Harry how worthless and poor and pathetic Ron is escalate. In fifth year for example Draco has learned Harry spends holidays with Ron and is clearly upset (jealous?) over this fact. Also, Harry is generally pretty good at shrugging off Draco's attempts to get him to engage with him. One of the quickest ways to get a rise out of him is to go after his friends. So in addition to jealousy it's also an attention seeking behavior.

Yes Draco bullies Ron but he doesn't know every little detail of his life like he does with Harry. He doesn't deeply understand him or intuit things about him that few other people guess as he does with Harry (for example understanding Harry is actually uncomfortable with his fame or immediately knowing he would never hurt Muggleborns etc). He mostly just uses the same few insults - calling him and his family poor and unimportant and insulting his competence - because he doesn't really know or care about him. And Ron dislikes Draco but doesn't know details about his life either (unlike Harry who knows a ton about Draco) and wishes Draco wasn't in his life (unlike Harry who never wishes that). Draco also never expresses respect for Ron the way he does with Harry so it's just a very different dynamic. He also doesn't seek Ron's attention.

Ron and Draco aren't equals and opposites, aren't parallels, aren't drawn to each other, don't orbit around each other or complement each other's skills or express unwilling admiration for each other, don't deeply and intuitively understand each other or constantly watch about each other or instinctively help and save each other or spend 7 years learning every detail of the other's life because they can't look away.

They just don't like each other and have a bad relationship. So I see no canonical basis for shipping them. I also see nothing particularly interesting about a ship between them and thus don't like the pairing even setting aside canon.

#asks #Harry Potter

[dodgerkedavra]

I loved your Erised fic and am now dying to know the magical mystery behind Only for October! My ask is: how on earth are you this prolific - and prolifically good? (I have a Google Drive folder metaphorically stuffed with unfinished fics that did not make it to their intended fests)

*trembling constantly with dark shadows under my eyes* I wasn't given a choice.

I'm just kidding, kinda, LOL. I've been thinking about your questions and I want to answer them in a way that will be, like, satisfying to you, but also truthful? It probably comes as no surprise that I find this easier to do in fiction.

Okay. So. In the spirit of just answering. How do I write as much as I write? The literal answer is probably the same as everyone else's. Just, like, sitting down at the computer and doing it. I feel like the question behind this question is usually more along the lines of how did you come to be a person who could write this much?

And the answer—one of the answers?—is that when I was very young, I started writing stories, and people said I was good at it, and so I kept writing stories, and eventually came to understand that this was my One Singular Gift, and so I doubled down on it, tripled down on it, kept writing. If you want to write a lot, you write even more than that.

A decade ago I was very into running and eventually got to the point where I wanted to run a marathon, and a lot of the prevailing wisdom about running a marathon is that you train to 20 miles and hopefully your training carries you to 26.2. Personally, I think this is why a lot of people hit the wall at 20 miles, so during my time of marathons I would train to 22, 24, 25 miles.

It's kind of the same thing with writing. I've trained beyond this for a long time. Because, you know, it was my One True Thing. The way, the truth, the life. I write so much about Drarry for the love of the game, obviously, and also because I don't have anything else to give. I know there's no requirement for me to give anything in exchange for being here, but for Reasons, I have that requirement for myself. I'm under an interdiction, of course. (Heal Thyself by Astolat joke that turned out more real than I thought)

Also, thank you for saying that my writing is good. I appreciate that so much!! I suspect that it's along the lines of a self-fulfilling prophecy. I can't imagine that I was actually good at writing when I was six, or even when I was sixteen, or even when I was twenty-six, perhaps not even now, but writing was and remains My Gift. And at some point, I realized the Gift (was it a gift, or was it just something people said? Does it matter now?) couldn't carry me forever. I'd have to take the practice seriously. I'll always have to practice. Everything I post on AO3 is me, practicing.

There's this section in Heal Thyself (I love that fic so much) that I think of often:

"The deep intervention course knocked out more than half of the mediwizards who signed on for it. Most of them weren't prepared to practise spells a dozen times over, finding the precise positioning of wand and body to make the one-millimeter's difference between cure and disaster. But Draco found it almost ecstatically satisfying, flying downhill after a long slog up the mountain. He could almost have coasted, but instead he devoted his time to making his castings perfect, making them beautiful. Where before he would have practiced a spell a dozen times over just to get it right, now he tried a dozen deliberate variations, with spell fields all round him, measuring the minutely changed effects." Heal Thyself, Astolat

This is more than you wanted to know, probably, but I'm trying a dozen deliberate variations. Measuring the minutely changed effects. I can't tell how a piece will sing until people react to it. I can't give it away until it's done. I do find it almost ecstatically satisfying sometimes.

Looking back on this, it seems almost embarrassingly long, but I've written it out now, so! Thank you! For reading my stuff, and I'm glad you loved my fic :)

[letteredlettered]

Your tags in that Neil Gaiman literary writer post is just spot on. I don’t know where the hate for fanfic writers came from, and I was legit surprised to find out it’s a thing. I’ve come across writers who thoroughly researched just to make sure one single line of their story is accurate, but I’m supposed to believe their stories are not valid because they’re on ao3 instead of getting published? Who the fuck came up with that rule?

I’m sorry for this sudden rant lol. You don’t have to respond to this if you don’t want to! I just needed to get it off my chest, and also to tell you that your stories especially the Drarry ones make me happy, and I hope you continue writing for a long time.

Sing it! I obviously feel the same way. Fanfic is really important to me, and I get really huffy when anyone wants to call it a lesser form of story-telling.

Thank you so much!

#fanfic

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Singer Harry AU

(of course he loves music how could he not?) music was his core!!! and the whole Fawkes' phoenix song thing Harry was moved by it in both the parts it was mentioned, Chamber of secrets and half blood Prince after Dumbledore died

The Dursleys never supported any of his talent duh so he just never thought about it. One day he steps into his office in the Auror department, covered in blood, and decides he's had enough. He quits. He's done being the wizarding world's golden hero. He brainstorms what he should do instead and somehow ends up revisiting his love for music. So he writes about his emotions and practices and sets himself free. Harry decides to do concerts to raise money for charity to help people who've suffered financially due to the war (remember those wandless in Diagon Alley? Yea all wixen like them) So ofcourse because he's The Harry Potter boy who lived twice and basically a god after the war, people pay up to go to these concerts.

Draco runs a charity because the guilt of the war and the imposter syndrome doesn't let him rest until he actually does something and because he's Draco "go big or go home" Malfoy he administers all of it himself. Cue enemies to business partners to lovers

The chapter with him actually attending one of these concerts for the first time and harry singing a love song about him but because they are Bad With Feelings misunderstandings happen and Draco goes all "he obviously doesn't like me who did he write the song for" Damn by Cameron Philip has this line "how could I hate you I am your biggest fan" and I was immediately like DRARRY HARRY SINGS THIS SONG AS A BIG FUCK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO HAS USED HIM FOR FAME AND/OR AS A CHILD SOLDIER:

(I may write this but I'm posting about it so I don't give it up)

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[greenmegsnoham]

And Still I Dream 🎭 🏀

created for H/D Reverse Bang ( @harrydracobang )

Written by: @greenmegsnoham Original Art by: @gaudium6191 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Explicit Length: 42k Fic Spotify Playlist

Warnings/Tags: Underage (17), High School AU, Rivals to Lovers, Modern AU, Theater Kid Draco Malfoy, Basketball Player Harry Potter, Song Fic, Broadway References, Les Misérables References, Mutual Pining, Draco sings his feelings, Drama Queen Draco Malfoy (literally), Frottage, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Semi-Public Sex, Kink Discovery, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Size Difference, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley Bashing, Ron Weasley Bashing, Minor Ron Weasley/Pansy Parkinson, Underage Drinking

Summary: Draco was beyond frustrated with the school's preferential treatment of sports programs over the arts. Determined to collect what is due, Draco must come toe to toe with the ever incessant thorn-in-his-side, Varsity Basketball Captain, Harry Potter. Though Draco may not receive the financial support he'd been hoping for, he just might get a boyfriend out of it instead…

OR

When you Dream a Dream, it just may come true…

A/N: When I first saw this artwork by Gaudium, the entire fic flashed through my mind in a matter of moments. I could not have been more ecstatic to have been assigned this work to write for! I've never written any sort of non-magic AU, as what always made HP fanfic so wonderful was the magic and world I knew so well and found comfort in. But, this fic sent me whirling back to my own high school days, a different world of comfort, and when I say I put so much of myself into this fic, that is 1000% true. Not only is this for Gaudium, but this is for all my fellow Theater Nerds and Broadway fans, and need I say...High School Musical stans? Maybe even a dash of Glee? This will be my last Drarry for the foreseeable future, and I'm so very proud of it. Between this and my H/D Erised 2021, I feel like I put everything I love about these two boys into 2 works that I can really be proud of, and I can say goodbye with a full heart. 💕

Fic + Art on AO3

Art on AO3

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #high school au #harrydracoreversebang #drarry fic #drarry fanart #drarry art #draco x harry #jock x nerd #fluff #humor #angst #megs writes

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

Today is not only September 1st and time to head back to Hogwarts, but it’s @greenmegsnoham​‘s birthday! Megs is a fellow snek who is a master of many trades, so here’s a custom nameplate and a mix of recs of all her fandomy things! I first started seeing Megs around in the Rare Pairs and Drarry servers, but I didn’t get to know her until fests! She participated in a few fests I signed up for too, and then I claimed her Flintwood prompt for Quidditch Fest 2021 (aka this is what had us gushing about this ship to begin with). She was also one of the first folks to join the Wizarding Creators Den server when I first started it almost a year ago (wow, time flies!). When I heard Megs’ had a HP podcast, I was naturally intrigued, and started listening to episodes since late last summer. I joined the @careofmagicalshippers server, and well, the rest is history! If you don’t know what Care of Magical Shippers is, it’s a Harry Potter ship culture podcast where Megs and co-host Nathan dive into the when, why, and how for various ships! From OTPs to the rarest of the rare, they’ve got you covered. They’re full of giggles, but they also go into some interesting and in-depth ideas and dynamics for all the ships they discuss. Each episode I’ve listened to so far has given me something new to think about. The server community Megs has cultivated for the podcast has been a great place to meet like-minded folk too. It’s inclusive and 1000% embraces fandom etiquette to allow readers and creators to like what they like, feel safe and be their authentic selves. There’s a monthly fic club, as well as a few bingos, Ministry Mayhem (aka crack and chaos) and other creative activities for people to take part in if they fancy it. I’ve never seen a community or a podcast like CoMs before, so it’s really refreshing that Megs has taken the reigns to carve out a space that gives love to pretty much any ship you can think of (yay for all of the rare pairs, tropes and spicy things! 🌶️). It’s obvious Megs is passionate about what she does, and she genuinely appreciates all the people who make up fandom (readers, mods, reccers and creators alike). It shows in the way she screams about a lot people’s creations, shares all of the creator events she knows about, and just the general hype she creates about so many different ships is something you want to join in on. Not to mention, she’s not afraid to be goofy or geeky. We absolutely need more of that humour, especially during such a weird time right now. If you’re looking for new ships to explore or want to see what the CoMs podcast is all about, here are some episodes to dive into: 🎙️ >>> Hey, Linny! You’re so fine! (Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley)

Summary: This week we are diving into some femslash! It’s Linny week!! Ginny and Luna make SUCH a beautiful couple and so much in canon supports this ship. Join us as we take a look at the ins and outs of this lovely pairing! (and there may be more singing and definitely excess giggles) This was my first episode I listened to! I really loved how deep Megs and Nathan get when it comes to how their families and general pasts would affect who Ginny and Luna become as people. Also after surviving a war, these two have such a potential to balance each other out because of the genuine trust and honesty they already have as friends, which is wonderful for something more. 🎤 >>> We Fancy Fleurmione 🌸📚 w/ Danni (Hermione Granger/Fleur Delacour)

Summary: This week is all about the Lady Things™ with our special guest, Danni (@danpuff-ao3!) What if Hermione went to the ball with Fleur instead of Krum? Or they do both become advocates post-war for magical creatures, including Veela rights? What better duo than two strong, underestimated women? Sorry, Bill. Sorry, Ron. These ladies were made for each other, and we’re here to tell you why and how!

What a hilarious episode! But also, Megs, Nathan and Danni shine an amazing light on how Hermione and Fleur can bring the best out of each other with their determination and their strengths. They are more than just women. They’re capable women who strive for what they want, who come from different backgrounds where they can learn and benefit from each other, and they’re more than what people stereotype them as (ie. beauty or brains, or whatever else). 🎙️ >>> Flintwood: 🪨 + 🪵 = 🔥 (Marcus Flint/Oliver Wood)

Summary: What happens when Flint meets Wood?? You get FIRE!!! This episode is all about Megs and Nathan’s BestieTP, Flintwood! The ultimate Rivals to Lovers!!

This episode is here, not just because Megs and I have screamed bonded over Flintwood so much, but because there is some good emotional and deep content discussed that we normally wouldn’t pick up right away when we see these two together...until folks dig into all the fic, characterisations and possible backstories that exist. Yes, Marcus and Oliver can get physical, rough and rowdy, and there is so much tension between them, but there are so many reasons why (aka denial of feelings). They may have different personalities, but they’re two sides of the same coin. One of my fav episodes so far. 🎤 >>> Versy Weasley, Lover of Wood 👓🪵 w/ Geoff (Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood)

Summary: Perciver is the ship of choice the week, and the perfect Nerd x Jock pairing! Megs and Nathan are joined again in this episode by Geoff (aka DreamQuaffle)! Fantastic Percy-centric discussion to be had, lots of giggles (obviously), and features ANOTHER fire of a fic by Geoff! Get ready for the SPICE!

I loved how silly this episode was! Yes, I am a Perciver shipper, but what I really appreciate about this episode is how Megs, Nathan and Geoff go more into Percy’s characterisation, how Oliver complements him (and vice versa), and the potential of both of them being on the neurodivergent spectrum. It really does make sense when it comes they’re fanatical and sometimes over-zealous tendencies about anything they’re super passionate about (like each other). If Megs wasn’t already busy enough with the podcast, she’s also a fest mod! She ran @hpshipuary, a daily ship challenge, this past February and she is currently modding @hpcestfest (claiming is still open until Sept. 9th) and @hpfacultyfest (which is still open for claiming, and works start posting today). She does all the graphic design work for everything listed above, she’s an artist (check out her art) AND she writes fic! I have no idea how she has time to do all of these things, but gods, I am so impressed. Honestly, I think Megs must have some ridiculous superpowers to juggle everything. Amazzzing.

If you want new fic reading, make sure to check out these Megs’ fics (especially if you like smut and/or ships that include Harry): 💞 >>> Scarred (Harry/Bill, E, 13.6k, mind the tags)

Summary: Harry can't escape the press, the fans. His dreams as an Auror shattered, relationships near impossible, Harry finds himself trapped in a life he cannot live. If only someone could set him free. 

I had no idea I needed this ship until I read this?! Gosh, soulmates and the amount of feelings this fic has is pretty mind-blowing. So I’m usually not one for infidelity fics, but this one just worked. It reminded me of my uni days where many people (myself included) were told to find someone ASAP to live happily ever after, and sometimes, that’s not how life works. Sometimes, you do need to go with your gut feeling, and this is what this story embraces. Also, Bill is just hot in this. I gotcha, Harry. I see what you see. ❤️ >>> I’m not broken (Drarry, T, 455)

Summary: Draco should want to have sex with his boyfriend...shouldn't he? 

Oh, this is gorgeous. This fic captures such a vulnerable and important moment for Draco, and anyone else who identifies as ace. We’re always told about love and sex and how they need to be linked together, but that’s not the case! You can love someone like Draco loves Harry, and sex doesn’t need to part of it. Also, there’s more than relationships than sex (as well as a whole spectrum of attraction and other things in between). 🧹 >>> Yes, Daddy (Scorpius/Harry, E, 11.5k, mind the tags)

Summary: Scorpius loves his Daddy. But no one knows. Not even Harry. Especially not his father.

OKAY. I usually don’t seek out fic with age difference, breeding or daddy kinks much, but I have to say, this was smokin’, and it’s a fic that’s hard not to re-read or think about. There’s humour, and I adore Al and Scorpius’ friendship. Not onlt that, but damn, the smut makes you sweat 🥵 and goes to a whole new level. Megs worked some magic with this one, since you know, I’m cool with reading more fics with these kinks now. But also, Harry and Scorpius are actually just so tender with each other. And Draco is dramatic as usual, what else is new? 🤣 💼 >>> It’s Yours (Neville/Percy, E, 3k, mind the tags)

Summary: Neville's interview for Percy's secretary takes a very interesting turn...

Sooo, this one doesn’t have Harry in it, but if you like Top!Percy, praise kink, power play and boss/employee dynamics, this is the fic for you. Also, Megs pointed out there needs to stories where Percy’s taking the lead. I agree, and she’s making it happen. I don’t know what the hell it is, but Percy not only being in control in the office but when it comes to sex is very appealing. And seeing this from his perspective, which shows what motivates him to do the things he does and to get what he wants, and Neville just handing all of that over...yes. There 10000% needs to be more of these two! You can find more of Megs’ work on AO3. Make sure to leave kudos and comments to show appreciation for all of her fandom contributions. Megs, thanks for being you, for making CoMs exist, and for sharing all the love for all the ships. Things would not be the same without you around. Have a fantastic day!

#greenmegsnoham #happy birthday #linny #flintwood #perciver #fleur/hermione #harry/bill #drarry #scorpius/harry #neville/percy #spicy #care of magical shippers #podcast #hp fanfic #fic recs #rec lists #sugareey does lettering #sugareey recs things #lettering #friends with bdays #fandom friends

[elskanellis]

Getting to know me

Thanks for tagging me @goblinmatriarch (her delightful answers are here)

Three ships: Drarry (HP), Maxiel (F1), Spirk (TOS)

First ship: the first time I was outraged that two characters did not get together in canon was Anne/Diana.

Last song: "Who Is It (Carry my joy the left, carry my pain on the right)," Björk

Last movie: Frankenstein (1931). With the 12yo, who enjoyed it, and whom we will be showing Young Frankenstein (1974) next.

Currently reading: Go Down Together by Jeff Guinn. I'm hip-deep in a Bonnie & Clyde / Barrow gang research-hole–slash-hyperfixation right now. The book is fine. If I had world enough and time, I would instead be reading the entire 948-page FBI file on the Barrow gang, made available online (thank you, FOIA). I paused Wolf Hall to pursue this avenue, and will shortly go back to it.

Last thing I wrote: this drarry microfic and my contribution to the HP Law of Attraction Fest.

Currently writing: anon fic for unnamed fest

Are you named after anyone? YES! My first name is after my mom's grandmother. My middle name I chose and is in honor of (among others) Emily Brontë.

Favourite subject in school: any foreign language.

Do you have kids? Two! (Only one of them can handle James Whale horror films. The other one is afraid of the Arthur version of The Tell-Tale Heart.)

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used to, but then I found out that I was a really poor judge of .. I guess the trajectory of my sarcasm? Where it would land, basically. And what I'd hoped would be witty and suave might just as well be cruel in the end. I enjoy sarcasm in other people but rarely use it myself.

What sports do you play/have you played? As a child I joined a municipal soccer league and was literally laughed off the team.

What's the first thing you notice about people? Their.... mien, I guess? This question confuses me.

Any special talents: I can sing "Landslide" in front of other people without crying.

Where were you born? Kentucky, USA

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing and avoiding writing, knitting, tarot, looking at things and talking about them. Currently I'm learning about the Barrow Gang (as mentioned) and I just started studying Uzbek.

Height: Six feet even, 182.ish cm.

Dream job: [redacted] because it's my job now, just without any pressures of capitalism.

Tagging, if you'd like to do it and no pressure etc, @citrusses , @sweet-s0rr0w , @hmmihaventdecidedyet , and anyone else who wants to do this!

#tag games #aske facts: it's facts about aske

[yomarius]

Love language

- A Drarry microfic for the prompt Love language (which i can't find anymore so idk where it came from)

- Wordcount: 380

- This is kind of a continuation from my shortfic London Boy

-In my story Draco and Harry live in the muggle world and reconnect through a chatroom.

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❕FormerLondonBoyNowFerretBoy is on-line✅

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Newcomputer: Hey

Ferretboy: Hey??? What’s on with u?

Newcomputer: How you know smth is going on?

Ferretboy: You HEY me

Newcomputer: Can’t I send you a hey?

Ferretboy: No, it’s weird

Newcomputer: Ok, whatever

Ferretboy: Aren’t you going to tell me what’s going on?

Newcomputer: I can’t hey u, but I can tell you my deepest secrets.

Ferretboy: Yes, you’re finally getting it

Ferretboy: Now tell me what’s going on-

Newcomputer: Fine…

Newcomputer: I had a nightmare and now I can’t sleep

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 No answer, Harry knew Draco’s signal wasn’t great and sometimes his roommate would take on the phone in ridiculous long calls with her girlfriend.  He knew Draco would probably answer back tomorrow, nothing would suddenly happen. Yet, after a nightmare it was hard to come back to his senses and be reasonable.

A phone ring finally pulled Harry out of his thoughts. “Hi? Who is it?”.

“The only fool who would get up in the middle of the bloody night to go looking for a phone box because he knows how awful it can get after a nightmare, it’s obviously me…”

“I’m sorry...”

“Don’t. Are you ok?”

“Yeah thanks,” Harry felt a little more at ease, he sat on the floor and put the phone on his lap.

“My mother used to sing when I had trouble sleeping. She had a lovely voice but I would be damned if I sang you any of those shit old pure-blood songs… Instead, I offer you a song from the faraway land of Crawley:

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am young again

Whenever I'm alone with you

You make me feel like I am fun again

However far away

I will always

…

Draco’s soft voice was not-mystery for Harry, on sleepless nights tangled in lemon-coloured sheets it was all he could hear. Yet, right now it felt like the very first time and the soft melody lured him to dream.

“I’ll always love you,” Harry whispered almost imperceptible, just almost.

Draco kept singing until no sound came from the other side of the line. With no coins left, he rang off and walked back home.

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Ferretboy: I love you too

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Harry read those words on his computer the next morning, and finally he didn’t feel alone. Such simple words made all the difference.

#drarry #harry x draco #drarry fanfic #drarry microfic #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco fanfiction #hp fanfic #mozzarella writes #draco in the muggle world

[fanarthasmyheart]

Life at Victoria Road five

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: T

Word count: 64k

Summary:

With nowhere else to go, a washed-up Harry Potter crashes on Draco Malfoy’s couch, disrupting the domestic life at this fresh dad’s two-bedroom, Muggle walk-up. From his spot on the couch, Harry watches Draco navigate the wonders of fatherhood. Draco, meanwhile, struggles to understand his urge to take care of his former enemy (it must be the paternal instinct).

(Note: this is not an addiction recovery fic. There is an addiction recovery side plot, but I don't know enough to do it justice.)

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Excerpt under the cut :)

Excerpt (960 words):

As Malfoy had promised, the three of them went shopping after breakfast. Scorpius got tucked into Malfoy’s vintage, baby blue pram, and Harry had to shiver in his ragged denim jacket, hunched in the autumn chill, feeling fragile. His head and his muscles still hurt. These days, his head and his muscles always hurt. He squinted against the bright, October sunshine.

Malfoy was whistling to keep the baby entertained. It was a mystery how he'd survived each time they went out, as he only had eyes for the kid instead of their surroundings. It seemed like he intuitively sensed traffic lights and stopped for them without looking. It wasn’t possible, but Harry couldn’t see Malfoy looking up at any point.

‘Potter is an ugly fart,’ Malfoy sang softly to the kid. ‘He makes rock bottom look like art. Remember not to break his heart, or he will surely fall apart. That’s why we all sing: Potter’s an ugly fart.’

‘That makes no sense,’ Harry pointed out, pressing the button for the traffic lights a few more times.

‘Potter looks like he’s in pain,’ Malfoy sang on. ‘That’s because he is insane. Better put him on a train, or on a chain, or he will make us all feel pain.’

Harry sighed.

Malfoy sniggered. ‘You used to get angry.’ He draped himself over the pram to leer at Harry. ‘When I insulted you.’ He seemed entirely comfortable in his tight, woollen jacket, buttoned up over a thin, baby blue sweater that was clearly carefully selected to complement his skin tone and eyes, perhaps even the pram.

‘Yeah…’

Malfoy smirked. Looking around at the blue sky and the orange tops of the trees, he simpered, ‘You missed me, didn’t you?’

The traffic lights turned green, so they walked. ‘Madly,’ grumbled Harry, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and kicking at a flattened coke can.

Malfoy laughed.

When they reached the other side of the road, Malfoy pushed the pram ahead of them. They strolled over to it and he pushed it again. ‘Such a bore, this pram... Imagine if it could fly. If Scorpius could fly around us at his own pace and look at everything around him, not just the stupid sky. Hello, baby!’ Malfoy had reached the pram again and bent over the side to press a kiss at Scorpius’ head. ‘Oh, aren’t you an ugly little fellow! You can’t do shit, can you? No! You can’t!’ Malfoy laughed and wearily pulled the pram behind him as if he were the teenager cleaning up the shopping carts at the local supermarket.

Harry decided to take over the pushing of the pram.

Malfoy immediately took his cue to walk ahead of them, straight-backed like a parade leader. ‘Potter shouldn’t be outside,’ he started chanting again. ‘The last time, all the babies cried. They cried and cried till past Yuletide.’ Malfoy jumped up to break off a branch of a tree and swung it around like it was a baton. ‘Tell the people far and wide, that Potter is out and ready to fight.’ At that last word, he unexpectedly lashed out at Harry with the stick. At least, he tried to, but Harry caught the stick and yanked it out of Malfoy’s hands, and Malfoy promptly covered his head, screaming.

It made Harry laugh.

Malfoy hipped over to Harry and grabbed the stick from him. Harry allowed it.

‘Have you breathed in properly, Potter?’ Malfoy demonstrated breathing deeply in and out a few times. ‘How nice it is – Oh Merlin!’ He froze in front of a shop window, voice high in panic.

‘What?’ Harry whirled around, flicking out his wand. ‘What?’

‘My hair is such a mess.’ As he checked himself in the reflection of the shop window, Malfoy pulled at strands of his white blonde hair, which had indeed grown to be quite long; Harry kept seeing him pushing and blowing it away from his face.

With a sigh, Malfoy resumed walking. Harry had trouble shifting gears and had only just come to a halt with the pram, but Malfoy didn’t care.

‘I really need a haircut, you know, but the last time I tried, that menace over there wouldn’t stop crying. I had to just go home after they had only just washed it. It was awful.’ He slowed down so he could tickle Scorpius’ belly. ‘Yes, I’m talking about you, you little loudmouth. You’re the reason daddy looks like Lady Diana, aren’t you?’

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at this. ‘That’s an awful thing to say! Princess Di was beautiful.’

Malfoy made an indignant sound as he straightened up to scowl at him, and sniffily took the pram back. Harry sniggered.

They passed a fruit and vegetable store that had most of the pavement covered in crates of fruit. On the corner, a small, green shop sold cigars; Harry didn’t even know that was still a thing. On the other side of the road, an all pink hairdresser – pink awning, pink sign, pink frames – had faded to blue-and-white pictures of hair models up in the windows. Nobody in the street seemed to be in a hurry. A few guys were sitting in plastic lawn chairs, watching the passersby, and further down the road two women were chatting on the corner of a street, one of them with a dog.

Harry liked it. The regularity of it all.

It had been a long time since he’d been shopping, sober and clean. Or that he'd been out and about before noon.

The morning sun worked hard to shine through the overcast sky. On the beech trees around them, the green-and-yellow leaves rustled in the breeze. The smell of autumn daybreak hung in the air and Harry felt like he was skipping school.

#drarry #drarry fanfiction #cw: needles #(no needles in the fic though) #single parent draco malfoy #baby scorpius malfoy #enemies to lovers #hurt/comfort #domestic bliss #fanfic #don't judge my writing on my banner-making skills please x)

[dancinginadaydream]

Bad Habit

Summary: It was difficult being the boyfriend of The Boy Who Lived, especially when you have a past like Draco's. Between the mounting pressure of his work as a healer, harassment from the press, and increasing jealousy of the friendship Harry had with his school girlfriend, Ginny Weasley, Draco blew up and walked out of Harry's life. But both he and Harry found themselves seeking bad habits, the need for each others comforts. Except, they were both too proud to say it, instead wallowing in self-pity until an accident forces them to talk. 

Word Count: 5,772

Available on: Archive of Our Own

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You always said that I'd come back to you again, 'cause everybody needs a friend, it's true. Someone to quiet the voices in my head, make 'em sing to me instead, it's you…

Draco was in the break room at St. Mungo’s hospital, a quaint wizarding hospital hidden within muggle London. He was anxiously fidgeting with the pages of a copy of Witch Weekly, left there by one of the other healers. As he fidgeted, his mind wandered into the events of the last week. The events involving one Harry James Potter. One, however, struck him impossibly. The event that started it all.

Draco had just come home from another long day at the hospital. To say Draco looked as rough as he felt was an understatement. The dark sags under his eyes took over his features, causing the man to look almost skeletal. Draco’s white-blonde hair strewn across his face, showing the signs of stress and exhaustion. There had been an accident involving several members of the Auror department, leaving the healers (both trained and in-training) stretched thin. Of course, while tending to many of the Aurors, Draco’s mind had continued to wander to his lover, praying that he wasn’t assigned to the task that risked the lives of the Aurors he treated. But Harry wasn’t there and Draco couldn’t determine whether or not that was a good thing. However, regardless of the tingling worry, Draco continued with his duties.

When he came into the flat he and Harry shared, he kicked off his shoes, hoping that he could sulk to the living room and slither into Harry’s arms for some comfort. However, when he reached the living room, he was met with the unsightly image of Harry and Ginny sat uncomfortably close watching a romantic comedy on their muggle T.V.. Draco’s exhausted feature immediately turned into anger. He dropped his book bag, the thump causing Ginny and Harry to jump and stare at Draco.

“Don’t mind me,” Draco mumbled, ignoring the bubbling jealousy in the pit of his stomach. He stormed through to the kitchen, whipping out his wand to fill the kettle with some water. He needed a strong cup of chamomile after the long day he’d had.

Harry immediately stood, going to follow Draco into their kitchen. “Draco, wait!”

Meanwhile, Ginny grabbed her things. “I’ll be going… See you around, Harry.”

Harry looked at her in exasperation and nodded as he stepped into the kitchen.

Draco was banging things around as he cleaned things the muggle way. He aggressively wiped a spot on the counter, trying to relieve some frustrations. Harry hovered at the door, a lump in his throat. He could see the anguish on his lover’s face, knowing he’d been caught in a precarious position, especially considering the history he and Ginny had.

“Babe…” Harry all-but whispered, the lump still stuck in his throat.

Draco ignored the other, continuing to wipe at the spot on the worktop, tears threatening to spill from his grey eyes. Harry watched for a few moments more before stepping forward to rest his hand over Draco’s.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the surface, Draco.”

Draco flinched his hand away and tried to move to a separate spot on the worktop, removing crumbs with the cloth. After a few beats of silence, Draco threw the cloth down onto the work surface. He turned to stare at Harry, allowing Harry to see the full extent of his exhaustion and worry.

“Tell me why,” Draco stared at Harry, the tears starting to slip down his porcelain skin, “tell me why she was here. When you were meant to be at work…”

It was no secret that Harry and Ginny were expected to end up together, the power couple the Wizarding World was meant to have. Draco had been reminded of that often enough. He knew that before the war concluded, Harry had planned to marry Ginny for the sake of appearances. But even then, coming to their senses wasn’t enough for the worry in the back of Draco’s mind. After-all, he was a reformed Death Eater.

“We were just hanging out, we’re still friends, Drac.” Harry sighed softly. Ginny was a constant sore point in their relationship, the jealousy and worry that Draco held towards her. “Draco, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that Ginny and I are just friends. I don’t feel that way for her anymore. Not since the War.”

Draco folded his arms across his chest, almost hugging himself, but still threatening in stance. He’d managed to control his tears, a talent he’d learned from his years of abuse at the manor. Should the opportunity arise, he knew not to let people see his vulnerabilities, no matter who they were.

“Please, Draco, believe me when I say she’s just a friend.”

And that’s when Draco scoffed, running his tongue behind the back of his lips. He couldn’t help but feel a laugh in the back of his throat. He’d spent the past three years convincing himself that. But it was still never enough. Between seeing them watch films together and Weasley’s snarky comments, Draco had felt below adequate.

The following argument between them, left both Draco and Harry in tears. Arguments weren’t rare in this flat, after-all, they were once mortal enemies. Except their petty arguments changed from snide comments regarding school to their domestic lives and jealousy.

Except this argument was different. This argument was the last argument.

“I’m clearly holding you back, Potter.” Draco roared, his vulnerabilities clear as the night sky. “You were never meant to end up with me of all people. You should be with the Weasley girl. The girl everyone would approve of.”

Harry blinked at him a few times, heart racing. “What do you mean, Draco?”

“Don’t be idiotic, Potter, for once in your life. I’m saying this,” Draco made a gesture between them, “isn’t working. It won’t work.”

Harry felt a warm tear drip from his chin as he watched Draco carefully. “So that’s it? We’re through?”

Draco remained silent and walked out of the room, ignoring the thumping sound in his chest. He grabbed his trunk and began to back some essential clothes.

A month later, and Draco couldn’t function without Harry. Each day started the same, alone and cold in the spare bed of Pansy Parkinson’s murky flat. He hadn’t so much as looked at a plate of food, unless Pansy was almost forcing it down his throat. He’d fallen back into a pit of deep depression, much like the one before the war.

Hate to say that I love you. Hate to say that I need you. Hate to say that I want you. But I do…

“Harry,” Hermione said carefully, moving dirty laundry and discarded Prophet’s around with her feet as she made her way towards the figure curled on the sofa. “It’s been a week... You haven’t been to work. Please talk to me…”

Harry’s positioning didn’t move, he barely blinked as he stared blankly at the ceiling above him. Truth be told, Harry was as depressed as Draco, if not worse. All motivation had ceased, he hadn’t even showered since Draco walked out on him.

“Harry, we’re worried.” She said, crouching by his head. She placed a careful hand over Harry’s, ignoring the strong stench of body-odour coming from her friend. “Please, Harry… Talk to me.”

Harry slowly turned his head to look at Hermione, his eyes bloodshot and exhausted.

“You need him don’t you?”

Silence from Harry gave her the answer she needed. After a moment she stood and ran a hand through her hair. Never within their nine years of friendship had she seen Harry as depressed and dark as this, and it scared her witless. However, being the responsible one of their trio, Hermione took it upon herself to clean around Harry. He was never the cleanest of people, but he still tried for the sake of Draco. But now Draco’s absence reverberated around them. Instead of a warm familiar domestic feeling surrounding them, the flat felt cold and empty.

After having cleaned the flat, Hermione had summoned Ron to come and help her wash Harry. It was something they knew would embarrass their friend once he’d sobered from this, but it was necessary in order to help with his mental health.

“Come on, mate, let’s get you washed.” Ron said, lifting Harry from the sofa as Hermione ran a bath for him. There was no fight from Harry, leaving Hermione and Ron even more worried than before.

Harry stood weakly, staring at the bathroom tiles as Ron and Hermione undressed him. They helped him into the bath, sharing glances of worry with each other. The bathing process was uncomfortable for all of them, but they didn’t much care, knowing Harry would feel at least somewhat better once he’d washed. Once Harry was washed, they dressed him and led him to the bedroom for a sleep. However, one thing they hadn’t anticipated was Harry’s emotional reaction to the bedroom.

Many of Draco’s things were missing, all his necessities, hitting Harry like a brick. He hadn’t been in this room since Draco left. The bed remained untouched, Draco’s scent still lingering atop the cold sheets. Once Harry’s head hit the pillow, he balled a piece of Draco’s pillow in his fist. He let out an anguished cry and pulled the pillow closer to him. He was reminded of that night. He was reminded that Draco left him… Draco was gone and Harry wasn’t sure he would ever come back, and that thought scared him more than the idea of Voldemort.

Ron and Hermione decided to lie on either side of Harry, both pulling him into a hug to try and ground him.

Bad habit, I know, but I'm needin' you right now. Can you help me out? Can I lean on you?

It didn’t matter what Draco did throughout his day, there was never a time that Harry didn’t occupy his thoughts. Draco could be knee-deep in accidents at St. Mungo’s, yet Harry’s presence still held the back of his mind. Yet he pressed on. Since Draco stormed away from Harry two weeks ago, he had picked up as many shift’s as he could, often doing double shifts just to keep himself from breaking.

When he was forced into an hour-long break, Draco took a seat on the sofa in the break room. He pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them tightly. Stopping was not what he had wanted. Stopping meant that he had time to think about Harry and the incredible fuck-up he had made. Draco wanted nothing more than to go back and fall into their bed, to pull Harry close into his body, to take in Harry’s musk. But Draco was too much of a coward to go back with his tail between his legs. He was the one who walked out, who left Harry and ended their relationship. He couldn’t bear to face Harry again, sometimes begging Pansy to go and get his things so he didn’t have to see the other again. Pansy, of course, refused point blank to go and retrieve Draco’s things for him.

Trying to do anything he could to distract his head from that desperation, Draco leaned forward and took an edition of The Daily Prophet from the table. As soon as he read the headline, his heart sank.

THE BOY WHO LIVED FINALLY SEES SENSE? FLING WITH DEATH EATER IN TATTERS. FULL STORY ONE PAGE 6.

Instead of bearing it anymore interest, Draco threw the paper across the breakroom, a yell of agony leaving his throat. He couldn’t take it anymore, the anxiety attack flooded him. His chest rose and fell with sharp breaths, his heart raced almost ten times faster than its usual pace. Before his anxiety attack got any worse, another healer came in. They immediately went to Draco, doing their best to soothe him. There was no amount of magic in the world that could help Draco, they just had to ride it out and attempt to ground him before sending for their supervisor.

Soon enough, Pansy was there, a some-what sympathetic smile on her face as she came to pick up Draco. He was placed on leave to rest, but they all knew that it wouldn’t keep him away for long.

Sun don't wanna come out. Can you help me out? Can I lean on you?

Harry was slowly starting to move about again. He hurt a lot less than he did the moment it had sunk in that Draco had left him. He had returned to work, but was assigned to paperwork until he could focus on fieldwork. This was at the request of Hermione, begging him to take a step back until he was himself again. Reluctantly he agreed. Although, the way he was feeling, he wouldn’t have minded if the job had killed him. But he had to think of the people around him, he knew that wasn’t fair on them.

However, there was nothing Harry Potter hated more than paperwork. It did nothing to distract himself from Draco. He felt pathetic, constantly thinking of his ex-boyfriend. But whether Draco liked it or not, there was no one else for him. Ever since that fateful night in their Eighth year of Hogwarts, Harry hadn’t thought to look twice at anyone else. He fell hard and fast for Malfoy. He realised it was a build up through all their years at Hogwarts, but the love he felt for Malfoy hit him all at once.

You make me feel like I'm floatin' off the ground, above this little town, you do. Look at me smile with tears in my eyes. I love the way you lie, I do…

Harry had decided that he wanted to take time to have a break from studying and relax, so he realised that there was no place better than the prefect’s bathroom. Once he had gotten there, he quickly undressed and lowered himself down in the water. He rested his head back against the wall of the large bath and closed his eyes. Since deciding to return to Hogwarts for his final year, Harry had been hounded by fangirls, all eager to get his attention. Since his return to Hogwarts, Harry had been dumped. Ginny had seen something in him that he hadn’t realised. His blatant attraction to men. He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t help but think about it from time to time, and maybe, just maybe, she was right.

Deep in thought, Harry hadn’t heard the door click open. He hadn’t heard the footsteps of none other than Draco Malfoy. It was clear Draco had the same thoughts as Harry, a need to relax and distract himself. When Draco had laid eyes on Harry, he felt his heart flutter. Of course the flutters had happened numerous times before. They would happen when he caught Harry laughing at one of Weasley’s terrible jokes, they would happen when he caught Harry smiling, and they would happen everytime Harry walked into their shared dormitory. But they had never happened like this. Seeing Harry Potter in the bath, clearly relaxed, had sparked the flutters in a new way. Then it hit him that Harry was most probably naked under the water, and that caused a warm flush through his stomach and down to his thighs. Should he go? Should he stay and pretend he didn’t see Harry? Just as he was about to turn to go, having decided that it was better to leave Potter to it, a croaked voice filled the room.

“Malfoy, you may as well stay. It’s a communal bath.” Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes and turning to look at Malfoy.

Draco cleared his throat and replied, “fine. Look and I’ll hex you, Potter.”

“Like I would, Malfoy.”

And yet, both of them wished so dearly to look. But Harry obeyed and closed his eyes again while Malfoy climbed into the otherside of the bathtub.

They sat in silence for a while, tension thick in the air. Of course, having been roomed together, they had grown closer and had somehow become friends, despite their explosive history. Yet neither of them realised how close the other wanted to be.

Draco couldn’t help but catch glimpses of Potter, sitting there in the tub. He felt exposed, but for some reason he didn’t mind this in the slightest. He just ached for Potter to touch him. Yet, that wasn’t ever going to happen. Potter was The Boy Who Lived and Malfoy, well, Malfoy was Death Eater on Parole.

Both boys jumped cruelly when they heard the familiar squeal of Moaning Myrtle. She soared through the air and around the bubbles in the water.

“Well, well, well,” she giggled, “you could cut the tension in here with a knife.”

The boys shared a nervous glance, gulping in unison.

“I hear whispers, you know. Your friends.” Myrtle giggled, floating to rest between the boys. “Whispering about your sexual tension.” She giggled once more, the drone annoying both boys.

“What could you possibly mean, Myrtle?” Draco almost hissed.

Myrtle shrugged and giggled, floating off towards the pipes.

Harry looked dumbstruck, blinking a few times and gulping the lump in his throat away. “I don’t understand her sometimes…”

Draco hummed in agreement, running a hand down his face. He was flustered enough without Moaning Myrtle coming in and causing trouble.

Harry gulped. He knew there was tension between them, but he didn’t know if Draco felt the same, so it couldn’t possibly be sexual tension.

Silence rang out between them for a while, until Harry gathered the courage to speak up once more.

“Do you think there might be sexual tension between us?” And there it was. As soon as he said it, he regretted the words. He wished he could take it back.

Draco stared at him for a minute, blinking a few times in confusion. Was this Harry’s way of saying he felt the same? Draco’s heart dropped as he tried to figure out what to say.

“Couldn’t possibly be.” He replied shakily, praying that Potter disagreed with him.

The boys found themselves moving closer to the other, their hearts racing.

“I guess there’s no way to find out, anyway.” Draco murmured once they were close enough to touch.

“Huh, you think so?”

“What are you saying, Potter?” Malfoy replied, half snapping at the other.

“Maybe we should test their theory. Prove to ourselves that there is no sexual tension or whatever.” He shrugged.

Draco rolled his eyes and scoffed, yet a scarlet blush filled his cheeks. “You’re insane, Potter.”

“Your blush says otherwise, Malfoy.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Kiss me first. Then we’ll get to the bottom of the rumoured sexual tension.”

Draco thought about it for a moment. Of course he had to weigh up the options. On one hand, he could discover that Potter did not reciprocate any feelings and have his heart broken. Yet, on the other hand, Potter could reciprocate these feelings. There was no other way to know, he thought. Before he could say anything, his lips were on Potter’s, his heart acting before his mind.

Harry was slightly taken aback when Malfoy planted one on him, but once he had realised what was happening, he melted into the kiss. His heart was soaring as he kissed Malfoy. Any feelings he had for Malfoy were confirmed in that moment and he wished deeply for this moment to last. He couldn’t bear his heart breaking. Malfoy pulled away for a second, desperate to catch his breath, but his gaze never left Harry’s.

“That was..-” Harry breathed out.

“-Incredible.” Draco finished the sentence, the idea of shame leaving him.

Harry nodded and leant forward to resume kissing the other, cupping his cheeks in desperation. The kissing lasted a lot longer than they intended, and it was easy to assume that both boys had grown aroused by the action.

Quickly after their kiss, Malfoy and Potter grabbed their things and dressed, eager to get back to their dormitory. Yet once they were in their dorm, they simply laid side by side and talked for hours. By the time they fell asleep, curled in each other’s arms, their feelings had been aired and the spark to a newly found relationship had been ignited.

Hate to say that I'm lonely. Hate to say that I miss you. Hate to say that it's dark in here. But it's true…

A few more weeks had passed, and neither man had heard from the other. Draco hadn’t been round to collect the last of his things, and Harry hadn’t reached out to talk.

Pansy and Hermione had been talking, both very aware of how Harry and Draco were coping. Yet, they felt helpless. Nothing they could do or say was encouraging the men to talk about what had happened. Despite Pansy’s wishes, Hermione refused to lock them in a room together while they were both so fragile. Although, if Harry kept sulking, she would consider it more.

Meanwhile, Harry had returned to active duty within the Auror department. He needed to get back to work, desperate to keep his mind busy. Of course, he had to receive an evaluation on the matter before his superiors allowed him back on the field.

On his first active mission back, Harry concluded things were going smoothly, until there was an unexpected explosion. Aurors around them scrambled around to check for casualties. Ron was the one to see him. Ron was the one to see his best friend unconscious on the ground, several cuts and grazes covering his face and hands. Next to Harry, his glasses sat upside down and smashed. In a rush of adrenaline, Ron screamed for help, yelling Harry’s name. It seemed to Ron that everything moved in slow motion, nobody coming fast enough to help Harry.

“Weasley, apparate him to St. Mungo’s. NOW!”

And Ron did as he was told, holding onto Harry and apparating to the hospital.

Bad habit, I know. But I'm needin' you right now. Can you help me out? Can I lean on you? Been one of those days, sun don't wanna come out…

Suddenly, St. Mungo’s were on high-alert, every available healer poised and ready to support the incoming casualties. Draco was assigning people to beds, trying to allow for things to run as smoothly as possible. Yet, he was interrupted when he heard a familiar cry of a familiar name.

“PLEASE HELP! SOMEONE! IT’S HARRY POTTER!” Ron all but yelled, lifting Harry up into his arms.

Draco was frozen still, his heart dropping as he saw Harry almost lifeless in Ron’s arms. Multiple healers rushed past Draco, almost pushing him out of the way to get to Harry. Time had slowed down and Draco had felt a piece of his heart break, worry creeping up into the back of his throat as he choked back a sob. He had to be strong for this.

“His file! We need his file!” A healer yelled, checking Harry over for injuries so they knew what to do to heal him, as per their job.

Draco had run into the hallway, and collapsed to the floor. He felt the creeping panic attack flood him. This couldn’t be happening. His last memory of Harry could not be breaking up with him, he refused to let that happen. But he could scarcely move for the panic, frozen still in the moment.

“Malfoy.. You’re needed. You’re, uhm, you’re still Potter’s emergency contact. You’ve been released from your duties today.”

Draco was broken from his panic and looked up, tears still in his eyes. He nodded slowly and stood, his legs shaking beneath him. He was fearful of what he was going to see. Was he going to be met with Harry’s corpse? Was he expected to say his goodbyes and support Ron in spreading the news? The thought terrified him, yet his feet moved taking him towards the bed in which Harry was laid. When he reached the curtained off bed, Draco felt himself break again. Draco managed to take a seat next to Harry, watching him carefully. This was too much to handle. He felt as though he shouldn’t be there. Yet nothing could compel him to leave Harry’s side. In his observations of Harry’s injuries, Draco had realised that the other was, in fact, breathing. The sight of Harry’s chest rising and falling with each breath caused a wave of relief to flood through Draco. He wasn’t gone, not yet.

Malfoy sat there for hours, refusing to leave Harry’s bedside. He was terrified that Harry’s breathing would suddenly stop. Terrified that Harry’s injuries would be too severe and The Boy Who Lived would slowly slip away from him. No matter who asked him, Draco simply refused to leave his bedside.

It wasn’t until the next day that Potter stirred, a soft groan escaping his lips as he came back into consciousness. Malfoy was still there, snoozing away in the chair. Ron and Hermione were sitting next to Harry’s bedside, also. A wave of relief crashing through them as Harry stirred. It took him a few minutes to regain full consciousness, yet when he did, he caught sight of Draco immediately. The way he curled into a ball as he slept unmistakable, the mop of messy blonde hair atop of Draco’s head confirming that his former flame was there by his bedside.

“You gave us a bloody good fright there, mate.” Ron choked out, sounding relieved, yet tired.

“Wh-What happened?” Harry choked out, rubbing his aching head.

“There was an explosion. You- you were caught in it. I-It was touch and go for a while.” Hermione answered.

Harry nodded weakly. “A-And Malfoy, wh-why is he here..?” He wasn’t sure if he wanted the answer. Even in his concussed state, Harry had assumed that he was there to gloat that they were separated. He worried that Malfoy was just here to remind them that they were over.

“He-” Hermione sighed, “he’s here because he’s worried, Harry. He hasn’t been doing good since- well, since you broke up. You scared us all, Draco especially.”

Harry nodded weakly, trying to process what she was saying. It was a lot to take in in such a short space of time. Yet, he couldn’t help but look at Draco. He admired the way he slept, finding comfort in the smooshed up snoring face. He knew it was a bad habit, admiring his ex as he slept. But it always brought him comfort, seeing how peaceful Draco was as he slept. Despite everything, he ached for Draco to be next to him, holding him. He ached for the familiar musk, the familiar grasp. Nothing was more comforting than Draco Malfoy in his arms.

Bad habit, I know. But I'm needin' you right now. Can you help me out?

Malfoy had eventually woken, he stretched out and then immediately panicked. He sat up with a shot, looking around him in worry as Harry wasn’t there. However, just as he stood up to go in search of Potter, Harry was wheeled back to his curtained off cubicle. Draco felt a rush of relief, yet again, when he laid eyes on Harry.

“Fuck, Harry, you’re awake!” He almost cried with glee, “you’re okay!”

Harry was slightly taken aback by Draco’s burst of happiness. After all, he had walked out on him just a few weeks prior. “Y-yeah..” he cleared his throat. “I woke up about four hours ago..”

Draco’s gaze hardened as he looked up to Weasley. “And why didn’t you wake me? Harry fucking Potter almost died and you didn’t think to wake me.” Draco snapped at Weasley.

“Enough, Malfoy! I told him not to wake you.” Harry snapped back. “You looked exhausted so I let you sleep.”

Draco’s glare softened ever so slightly and he folded his arms across his chest. He stood in silence for a moment before clearing his throat and sighing. “Well, I can see you’re alive. I best be leaving then. Get well soon, Potter.”

As Draco made to leave, Ron stood in front of him, holding his hand out to stop any further steps he could make. “You’re not going anywhere. You both need to talk and you’re not leaving until you’ve sorted whatever this thing is.” Ron looked between the two of them. “I may not like you very much, Malfoy, and I like you even less now. But you both need to sort your shit out because I really don’t fancy seeing Harry as broken as he is for much longer. Hermione and I will be outside to make sure you don’t leave, got it?”

Draco glared at Weasley, scoffing as he nodded. “Fine, whatever.”

Malfoy was good at pretending, he was particularly good at trying to numb his feelings around those who weren’t worthy enough to see his vulnerabilities. While he considered Harry to be worthy, he would be damned if he showed any weaknesses right now.

“Help me into the bed, Malfoy. This bloody wheelchair is uncomfortable.” Harry muttered.

Begrudgingly, Draco helped him, reminding himself that it was his job to do so, not because he owed Potter anything. Yet he did. He knew he owed Harry everything. Once Harry was back laying in the bed, Draco continued to stand, ignoring how good it felt to hold his former lover again.

“So..” Harry muttered, looking up at Draco,

“So.” The blonde replied.

The tension was thick in the air, neither one of them sure of what to say. Harry knew he had a lot to make up for, he knew he wasn’t as attentive to Malfoy and he knew it hurt him when he spent time with Ginny alone. He knew these insecurities yet he ignored them because of his own selfish nature. Yet Draco knew he shouldn’t have exploded like that, he shouldn’t have taken his hard day at work out on Harry. Harry was simply spending time with a friend, yet it hurt that he watched a romantic comedy with her.

“I’m sorry.” Harry said quietly, looking up at Draco with tears in his eyes.

Draco could feel himself melting, the ice wall he put up to hide his vulnerabilities was slowly being melted. “Harry.. I- you- you don’t need to apologise.”

“No, Draco, I do. I really need to apologise be-because I knew you didn’t feel comfortable with Ginny hanging around the flat when you weren’t there. I dismissed your feelings..” He said quietly.

Draco was taken aback. He wasn’t quite sure how to reply to that. “You-- you don’t need to apologise. I should have trusted you.” He gulped, anxiety taking over as he crossed his arms over his chest again.

Harry felt a twang of guilt once more, but he shrugged it off as he patted his bed, welcoming Draco to at least sit down. “Please, Drac, sit down and tell me why it bothers you.. Properly, so I know how to work around it next time.”

Draco sighed and reluctantly sat down next to Harry, fighting every instinct he had to climb into his arms. “Harry..”

“Draco, please. I-I want this, us, to work. I can’t be without you. I don’t want to fall into bad habits again. I need you to tell me why it bothers you.” Harry took Draco’s hand in his, thumbing small circles into the back of Draco’s hand.

Draco gulped and thought for a moment, allowing himself to melt into Harry’s touch. Draco was scared to say how he truly felt, fearful of the judgment it could bring. He sighed shakily and tried to think of how he really felt. He had snidely said it to Harry the night he left, but was that enough for Potter? Probably not.

“You were never meant to date someone like me. You were supposed to marry Ginny, she’s who you need in life, not me.” He gulped.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Draco. Ginny was the one who called it quits with me... She saw something between us that neither of us saw. Draco, when we got together, it was the most important night of my life to date… Any romantic feelings for Ginny evaporated. You’re the only one I wanted from that night on.”

The blonde sighed, running his hands down his face as he thought. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“B-but what about the headlines in the Prophet? They slandered you for our relationship, Harry. They attacked and hounded us for years, barely giving us a moment’s because The Boy Who Lived was never meant to end up with a Death Eater.”

“Former Death Eater. Reformed Death Eater.” Harry stated pointedly.

“Whatever, former, reformed, current. It doesn’t matter. You would be better with the Weasley girl. She could give you children, satisfy the press, she could be so much better for you and you know it, Potter.”

Harry felt his heart sink, blinking a few times as he processed what Draco had said to him.

“But I don’t want any of those things. I could deal with the press so long as you’re by my side, Draco.” Harry gulped. “I promise you, I can and will do better. Okay?”

“Okay,” Draco gulped in return. “I promise not to get too jealous over the Weasley girl. I have to work on that if I want you to stay in my life.”

Harry nodded. “We have a lot to work through, b-but we can only work through it together. We can’t call it quits when it gets too much.”

Draco agreed, his eyes fixated on Harry’s hands, still tracing circles on the back of his hand.

“Now, please, cuddle me. I really need a cuddle after everything.” Harry pouted.

A smile broke out on Draco’s face as he kicked off his shoes and curled up next to Harry, curling back into his arms.

In that moment, everything felt at peace again. Everything was right for them once again. Together they knew they could work everything out. They knew they were each other's bad habits. They knew they could lean on each other and it didn’t matter what happened, they could get through it, even in the moments they think would be hard on them. Each petty argument meant nothing in comparison to what they had.

Hate to say that I love you. Hate to say that I need you. Hate to say that I want you. But I do…

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All Too Well

This fic is written in collaboration by @sorry-i-ship-drarry and @drarrywords on anon request

~ Part One available here!

~ Part Two available here!

Part Three ( 9.2k words )

TW ⚠️- Angst

“I think, love is in the walks that we take, it's in the mud shoes get dirty in, it’s in the morning coffee, it’s in the queue at a coffee shop, it’s in the back pocket of a jeans, it’s on the rooftop of a broken house, it’s in the wagon of an empty train, it’s in the snow that touches the skin, it’s in the rain that falls, it’s in the smile the strangers share, it’s in the water that is in the sea, it’s in the sun rays that touch the skin after a long day, it’s in singing in the shower, it’s in the palm of your hands, it’s even in walking away from life. Love is everywhere, it’s on us how we find it, and when we find and maybe even why we find it. We love, because we don’t know how to do anything else but maybe that’s why we fear love, because we don’t know how to do anything else”

But that’s about love, It’s a highland. It's a long mountainous land and the mountain has slopes that run up and down. 

When you circle through the mountain and you reach the top, there’s nowhere left to go but down. 

“Hi, This is Draco Malfoy and I’m not available right now, leave me a message… Beep” 

“Hi, Draco, hi. How are you doing? I just wanted to say sorry for several previous calls. Just want to know if you’re okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Call me when you’re free.” And he ended the voice message there. 

He slid the cell back in his pocket and walked back into the restaurant, plastering a smile on his face.

“Come on Harry, we’re cutting the cake.” Ron yelled from afar and Harry immediately walked faster to the table. It was only moments later when his friends broke out into a congratulatory song for Ginny on making it to the team. 

It was a good day, the celebration, the people, and being with friends. It was certainly a great time to be with friends and a good time for Harry to take his mind off things. 

“Hi?” 

Harry turned to see Ginny have joined him at the bar while he was checking his cell, again “Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there” 

She chuckled, “It's okay. I just want you say thanks to Draco for the gift he sent” 

“The gift-” he frowned “-oh right, yeah the gift. For sure. I’ll tell him” he nervously laughed. 

She frowned at Harry herself, “Is everything alright with you two?” she asked. 

Harry nodded his head, “Oh yeah. It’s just he’s been pretty busy at work so we’ve been talking less but otherwise we’re great” 

“Are you sure?” she asked and Harry nodded, assuring her affirmatively. 

He sighed when she left and checked his cell again. 

That same night while Harry was staring up at the ceiling at 3 am, that was when his cell rang and he picked up to see it was Draco. 

“Draco?” 

“Did I wake you?” 

Harry remained silent for a moment. He was slightly mad at Draco for not calling him in a while at all but he was too exhausted to even be mad at him. 

“No” 

“Are you mad at me?” He asked from the other side. 

Harry didn’t reply, instead he asked “How have you been?” 

“Busy.” he replied distantly. 

“Yeah, it's clear.” 

“Are you mad at me?” he asked again, his voice soft and a touch uncertain. 

Harry turned to his side and sighed, “No, i’m just happy to hear your voice” 

Harry couldn’t see him but he knew Draco was smiling, he knew it from the way he was silent, “Can you forgive me?” 

“Always.” Harry replied but Draco didn’t. 

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Harry hurriedly finished up cleaning the dishes, checking the watch after every minute. He was almost done with his dishes when Bella came and purred next to his legs. 

“Oh- Bella, Bella, no, not today. Please. We can’t play today. I have a video call with Draco - please.” he complained but her being her, she kept purring against his leg. Knowing how impatient she can be, he dropped her a sponge to distract her, which worked very successfully and he finished the dishes and ran off to open his laptop and finally waited for Draco’s call. 

Minutes turned into an hour and an hour into more when Draco finally called. 

“You’re late.” Harry said disappointed. 

Draco nodded on the other side. Harry took a good look at him and realised he was still at his office in his office clothes. 

“You’re still at work?” he asked. 

“Something came up.” Draco cleared his throat and replied. 

Harry waited for him to say something but he didn’t, instead he tried to hide his yawn by drinking water. Harry sighed and fake yawned himself then pretended to check the watch. 

“You know what, it's pretty late and I'm very tired. There were too many customers at the shop today. It got exhausting. Would it be okay with you if we do this tomorrow?” Harry lied. 

Draco looked a little taken aback “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s getting late anyways.” Harry replied. 

“Okay then, we’ll do this tomorrow.” Draco nodded and soon they cut off the call. 

Harry looked at the screen with Draco’s and Harry’s picture from the time he visited Draco to surprise him and ended up having the best time of his life, he stared at it for a long time to reminisce every moment until the screen shut down itself and he shut off the laptop and and kept it aside before laying down. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time until his cell lit up and he picked it up to check it. 

“You didn’t have to cover for me ~D.M.”

Harry smiled but didn’t reply back. 

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“Hi,” He said from the other side. 

“You’re calling at an unusual time, is something wrong?” Harry asked, pushing the invoice file away for a moment so he could focus on Draco. 

“Yeah- actually I wanted to tell you I won’t be able to call you for a while now.” Draco informed 

“Why?” Harry asked. 

“I have to go to the countryside for a work trip and it's going to be incredibly busy.” Draco told him. 

“Oh.” 

“I’ll try to call as soon as I come back. Is that alright with you?” He asked. 

“Oh yeah- sure. It’s not like I'll die out here.” Harry awkwardly laughed. 

Draco however didn’t laugh and soon ended the call bidding his goodbye’s. 

Harry slid the phone back in his pocket, bringing the invoice file nearer to him again but not doing anything. It was when he looked up, he saw his boss staring at him with an apologetic look that he got back to work. 

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It was a few days later after Draco might’ve returned from the trip when Harry chose to break the silence himself and texted him. 

“Hey.” 

He waited hours for a reply. Maybe it even felt like eternity, maybe it felt light years away when he finally received a reply. 

“Hey.”

Harry immediately typed, then deleted, then typed again and deleted again, wondering what should be the most perfect sentence to send Draco but unfortunately he could formulate none and at the end he went with, 

“Will we call tonight?” 

“I can’t be sure. Stuck at work. Text you later.” and then Harry was sure no matter what he might message, Draco would probably see it when it's either 3 am or the next time Harry decides to message.

That night Harry hardly slept and even when he did, his dreams were full of memories, memories with Draco. The dances, the laughs, the late night conversations, the fights, everything as if they weren’t just dreams but reality induced in his head while he was asleep. It felt like he was watching a movie but the movie was just their own, made out of moments that were just shared between them but tonight even in his dreams Harry wished he could go back in time and relive those moments. 

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“He’s gonna call him, isn’t he?” Ron asked Hermione beside him. She nodded her head, herself a little drunk. 

“Let him do it. He’s already having a hard time in Long distance” Hermione replied then suddenly began singing the national anthem of Britain. 

Harry stumbled off the stool and walked out of the door, shivering instantly but fought it as he took out his cell and called Draco. It rang 3 times before the call was finally picked up. 

“Finally.” Harry drawled. 

“What happened and why are you calling me at 2 am?- What's that noise- Harry are you outside ?” he asked from the otherside. Distant shuffling was heard from the other side and the little sober part of Harry believed that he was pushing himself up so he was sitting. 

“Hi.” Harry said in a sing-song voice. 

“Hi- Harry, are you outside ?” Draco asked. 

“Oh shush - don’t be such a spoil sport”

“Great you’re outside and you’re drunk.” Draco huffed on the other side. 

Harry sat down over the ground and shivered again, “So i’m a little drunk, big deal” 

“Harry, it's 2 am and you’re out and drunk. What has gotten into you? Why are you even outside at 2 am?” He asked. 

“We’re celebrating,” Harry sang the celebration song until Draco told him to shut up. 

“Now, what’s the celebration for?” he asked. 

“I told you. I got a new job.” Harry said. 

“Oh-yeah right, I remember that.” Draco replied but Harry knew he didn’t remember, he knew he didn’t. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” he asked. He pushed his body against the back wall, his head hitting behind, suddenly emotions overwhelming him. 

Draco sighed on the other end, “Things have been a little too much recently. I’m sorry”

Harry smiled to himself, his eyes watering because of the cold and the moment itself, “Work. Right” he hummed. 

“I know I've been a little MIA,” Draco said. 

“Oh no, I understand. I understand,” Harry replied sadly. They remained silent, breathing on the other sides. They were so close, that their breathing could be heard and Harry believed even his heartbeat could be heard, they were so close yet so apart. It wasn’t the distance that kept them apart, it was them who kept them apart. In the moment of shallow breaths, Harry wondered how this even happened. It seemed like yesterday when they went on their first date and now they’re sitting miles apart listening to each other’s silence. It was in that moment that silence felt so loud, like it was screaming to get out of the little box they both had tucked it in but neither of them let it out. 

Harry gulped looking up at the stars and then asked, “Do you think in the parallel universe, we’re not talking too?” 

Draco smiled, he knew he was smiling but he knew he was cutting it off, he just knew, “Yeah, I don’t think we’re talking there either” 

“But do you think in the parallel universe you miss me?” 

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The next morning Harry woke up with the worst headache ever. He knew he should not have drank that much but in the moment it felt so right, now he was suffering the consequences of his action and he was purely regretting them. He found a small bucket beside his bed and suddenly he was reminded of how he did it for Draco and a small flicker of hope fabricated in the corner of his heart that Draco could be here, he knew he wouldn’t be here but one could hope. 

And though he was right, he only wished he was here. He wished for a lot of things at that moment, he wished Draco would come back to him, tell him that his work was over, that he’s no longer stuck with work, tell him that he would call tonight, that he would perhaps send flowers like he used to, that he would give Harry a surprise visit, that he would ask Harry to come meet him only for a couple of days, that he would video call him like they always planned on, that he would stop being so distant, that he would talk to him about parallel universe, about weird muggle science theories, or about the origin of the universe or would sing to him or just even laugh with him, but he knew it wasn’t happening because in his apartment, there was no one but him, Bella and a note from Ron kept on the kitchen table. 

“I fed your cat, don’t worry~R.W” 

Harry smiled and only after he had freshened up and ate his food did he pick up his phone and was met with a message from Draco. 

“Of course I miss you. Every hour of every day. If there’s only one universe where Draco misses Harry, it’s this~ D.M.” 

Harry smiled.

“I miss you too~H” 

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Harry checked his cell again while he was circling around aisle 12 again, shopping for cat food. Draco should've called by now. This was his usual time to call him, at least before dinner but he still hadn't and Harry was worried something was wrong because of how he was forgetting to call more than once or sometimes even just not calling without an excuse and these days it happened a lot. It worried Harry that he might've done something wrong or there was something that Draco wasn't telling but whatever it was, it had started to worry Harry. He hated the feeling that was growing longingly in his chest due to this distance and he was fearing unnamed things or things that he didn’t like to think of, therefore unnamed but he wished upon things for them to get easier so that maybe he would have a little more time with Draco but things were only getting harder and harder. 

He had reached home after that, even had his dinner and read the witches weekly magazine again until he finally decided that he couldn't wait any longer for Draco's call and called him himself.

"Hi."

"Hey. Can I call you back tomorrow? I'm busy right now" He asked on the other side hurriedly.

Harry looked at the clock on the wall. It was already approaching midnight, how could he still possibly be busy till now?

"I promise I'll call you sooner tomorrow."

Harry hummed, "You better call me tomorrow because I really want to talk to you."

There was a long pause and if Harry wasn't wrong, he heard a deep breath "I really want to talk to you too."

Harry nodded, "Call me tomorrow then"

"I promise."

Draco didn't call the next day or the day after or the day after and Harry wondered if that promise meant anything to him. 

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It had started to pour in London, just the usual out of the time rain, wetting the ground on the most unusual days and this was one of those days. Harry was walking down the roads, hearing certain voice messages on repeat from the phone when he accidentally tripped over a pet dog. 

“I’m so sorry- I must have been out of my mind.” Harry apologised. 

The girl smiled and shook her head and made signs that it was okay. Harry instantly realized she was mute. He gave her a neat smile and in the limited sign language he knew, he apologised again. 

The girl smiled at him and soon she left. It was then when Harry was watching them walk away that he remembered the street so well, he had been there before, oh he had been there not just in his dreams several times, he had been here with the love of his life. 

He looked up and he watched the  dainty name of the bookstore now all wet under the droplets of rain. He smiled at the fond memory of his first date with Draco, oh how they read lines there, all the smiles they shared there, all the quirky remarks, all the words that if Harry listens closely still lingers in the bookstore. It's there, it's all there and Harry knows it, he can feel it. Remembering it was like watching the memory in a pensieve. He smiled faintly in a short lived glory as he took out his phone which was immediately covered with drops of rain because he had forgotten to carry an umbrella. 

“Hi, This is Draco Malfoy and I'm not available right now. Leave a message…Beep”

Harry sighed and pushed the phone back in his pocket and walked away but a part of himself still lingering there, watching the bookstore and reliving all those moments with Draco, but that's what it was, A part of him, not the whole. 

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It was then, right then when he knew everything had changed. He had heard his voice after 4 days, he had tried to call him several times that week and he had tried everything but he knew something had changed, he didn’t know what but it felt like everything. 

“Call me tonight?” Harry asked, silently wishing that today, just for once Draco wouldn’t have to work overtime, that maybe just for once Draco would actually call, just once, just once he needed Draco to tell him he missed him, to tell him that he loved him, just once. 

“Oh, I’m - yeah, I’ll try,” Draco replied. 

Harry bit the inside of his cheek then nodded to himself, “If you can” 

“I am trying Harry -” 

“I know. It's just we haven’t talked more than 5 words this entire week- and- I just miss you, alright.”

Draco sighed on the other side then coarsely said through his phone as if he had to force himself to say that. “I’ll make time for you tonight, is that alright ?” 

“I am not forcing you Draco -” 

“Its okay - I want to” Draco replied 

“Okay.” 

And Harry waited till 3 in the morning hoping the phone would ring but it didn’t and with sunken hopes went to sleep but sleep didn’t come, it didn’t come to him anymore these days and he made peace with it. 

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“I’m sorry sir but he’s not in the office today- can I take the message?” The man on the other side asked. 

“How is it possible though? He should be at the office, he told me he would be.” Harry replied frowning. 

“I’m sorry but it must’ve been something. Is there anything you would like me to pass on to him?” he asked. 

Harry sighed and shook his head “Just- just tell him Harry called and that I would really like to talk to him.” 

“Okay - is there anything else?” He asked on the opposite end. 

Harry wanted to say so many things, ask so many things, argue over so many things but he was exhausted of this little battle, this losing battle where he got no answers, where he had nothing to win for, nor anything to lose for, nothing, it was.

“No, that would be all,” Harry replied. 

The man on the other end politely ended the call and even though Harry stared at the screen of his cell for so long, he knew he wasn’t getting a call back, he knew he wasn’t. 

Only he was wrong, that night was the last night he did. 

“You called my office today.” That was the first thing he said as soon as Harry picked up the call while he was randomly watching TV. 

Realisation struck him and he immediately turned it off and bought all his attention to him “Yeah- I’m sorry about that, I just wanted to talk to you and lately you’ve been so busy with everything -”

“Would you like to meet?” Draco asked,cutting him off. 

It must’ve been some incredible prayer he must’ve done or it must’ve been some great god who might’ve heard his desperate cries. 

“Meet you ? Like you actually want to meet?” Harry asked, not believing him for even a single moment because all of this was surreal to him. 

“Yes. Do you want to  meet?” He asked. 

Harry grinned “Of course, I’d love to meet you. I actually think we both need to see each other. It has been such a long time and we really need to reconnect again you know” 

“Yeah.” He silently said on the other end. Harry should’ve known by his tone, but he didn’t, he was far too happy of a man to have seen anything that awaited him. 

He wished that, that night he knew, that, that night he should’ve recognised by his tone but he didn’t. He was far too excited to hear the roar of his cry in that call. He wishes he had. 

The next day he had giddily went to Ron’s place and left Bella there for good, so she was looked after, while he was gone. It was strange but Bella had a thing for Ron, so it only made sense. She was a moody cat as Harry would’ve liked to put it but when she liked someone, she liked them wholeheartedly and apparently Ron was one of them.  

“For how long?” Ron asked 

“I’ll hardly be there for more than 4 or 5 days. Eventually I have to come back for work, don’t I? I’m just glad we’re finally going to meet after so long.” Harry excitedly replied. 

Ron smiled at him, petting Bella in his arms, “I’m happy for you. You’ve been dying to meet him for so long” 

“I know right.” 

“But it’s so sudden?” Ron couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah - it got me in a little pickle too but I think he might’ve finally realised that things have been off between us for a while you know. I’m sure it must’ve been something or anything but whatever it is, I’m just glad that he feels like we need to meet.” Harry replied. 

Ron nodded but there was that hesitation, that reluctance over his face that Harry had overseen. There were those unspoken words left in the air that surrounded them as Harry handed him the last bag of Bella’s belongings and decided to walk away but Ron never dared to say them out loud. 

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The breeze picked up and the clouds covered the sky but not a single drop poured down. It was a cool, serene day with very few people outside and the easy flow of traffic. 

Harry had easily made it to Draco’s flat and as soon as he had rung the bell, the lightning broke out in the sky startling Harry. 

He gazed out of the building window and realized that it had gotten too dark for the afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be so dark, and even Harry could not have predicted that the weather would take such an unexpected turn but it had.

“It’s gonna rain,” A voice said from somewhere behind him. 

He immediately whipped his head in the other direction and found Draco standing there with the door held open. Harry smiled at him and instantly hugged Draco for several minutes. 

“I missed you.” Harry told him against his shoulder. 

Draco hummed, “I missed you too.” 

They separated after a while and Harry remained there in awe just looking at Draco. 

“What?” Draco asked 

“Nothing - Just forgot how much I loved you” Harry smiled. 

Draco smiled back at Harry and summoned him inside and helped him settle in. While Draco helped Harry with his bags, he realised Harry had been watching him for too long. 

“You look different.” Harry remarked. 

Draco frowned, “Must be the light. Got it changed a while ago. They’re sort of paler than usual. Feel like any day I'd be blind” he told him. 

Harry nodded, then looked around the place, “You’ve had things changed.” 

“A couple yeah.” Draco hummed. 

“And -” 

“Can we not talk about my flat and be with each other? Please.” There was desperation in Draco’s voice. 

Harry softly smiled and reduced the distance between them so they were facing each other with little distance in between each other, “Of course. That is after all why I came here”

Draco smiled back and pressed his forehead against Harry’s and closed his eyes “I’ve missed you.” 

Harry doesn’t remember why in that moment those words hit home, why those words were more than just words itself but it felt like it was a feeling, like a cry, a desperate and sad cry. 

He doesn’t know why but in that moment he only remembered hugging him again and just getting locked in the moment. 

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“What’s the update?” Draco asked from across the counter, putting over Harry’s plate another pancake. 

Harry, himself put his cell back in his pocket and brought all his attention to the breakfast and Draco, “She’s running on mile high. I've been a little worried about Bella recently. Someday’s she just acts so strange and then the next she’s absolutely fine. It’s like being with a moody teenager” 

Draco elicited a soft laugh, “Well that’s Bella for you.”

He came and sat down in the front of Harry and continued, “Remember when we returned from our first date and we saw her climbed up on that curtain rod and the moment she saw you come in, she jumped right off and settled in her bed as if she hadn’t just tore apart your cushions and left all the things in the kitchen, scattered?” 

Harry laughed nodding his head “A total menace I tell you. When I first bought her she was like this cutest little adorable creature that I had ever set eyes on but the moment I brought her home, she tore apart every little cushion I had and knocked off all my frames. That was the moment I knew she was the one.” 

“Wait, let me get this straight - she destroys everything you own and that was the moment you knew she was the one - I’m impressed by your choice Harry.” Draco frowned impressively but comically at the same time. 

Harry chuckled knowing that his expressions meant complete mockery, “No, it was then when after destroying everything she came and sat down in my lap as if she had done nothing and was completely innocent, that’s when I knew. It was sort of like she knew she could destroy anything of mine and yet one look from her and I'd melt like butter.” 

Draco laughed softly in front of him, “She really is adorable though” 

Harry nodded. They kept staring at each other for several moments, with their eyes locked into another’s, not ushering even a single word but just a look of love. 

“She misses you,” Harry tells him. 

Draco nodded without breaking his eye contact. “I know. I miss her too”

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They walked hand in hand, Draco’s hold on Harry’s a little tighter but Harry didn’t mind. He liked that intimacy, he liked holding his hand and walking across the city on a lame dark day and he liked the soft smiles Draco passed him every once in a while. 

Harry has forgotten the feeling of that intimacy, the feeling of being with someone you loved, the feeling of being watched in lingering glances, the feeling of being shy, the feeling of blushing when his hands brushed with Draco, the feeling of Draco’s warmth besides, the feeling of the interlocking of the fingers that felt like the world's two most complicated locks have been tied together and would remain locked forever, the feeling of bumping into Draco purposefully, the feeling of not missing him, the feeling of being loved and to love. 

It was all there, in those hands that they had intertwined together that Harry felt the world beneath his feet slipping. It was like the most beautiful feeling in the world, of being held and Harry wanted to take his arm and dance right here, right there on the street in front of everyone, and engrave it in his memory book in his head that is only dedicated to Draco. 

He wanted so much in that moment that his heart bled like the spluttering water that crashes when a large tide comes by, but he didn’t do anything because he liked this, he liked being with Draco right now and walking with no aim but just walking because with him, Harry knew he needed no destination and so they walked miles and miles with too little stories said in between. 

They walked and walked with no aim. 

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“Okay, I got one- how about baby broccoli?” Draco asked 

“Still a baby. I mean it's cute, why would you ever want to eat it?” Harry scrunched his face, staring upwards in the direction of the sky from where they were laying over the hood of the car. 

“Baby pea?” He asked 

“No, wait - baby peas exist?” Harry turned a little to face Draco. 

“I mean it's the tiny balls of pea you know. That’s baby pea.” 

“Draco - that doesn’t commercially sale” 

“But still- Baby pea?” 

“Draco, no” Harry chuckled softly after. 

“Okay, how about baby -” 

“Draco- I’m not a snake who’d eat babies alright. Just accept it, I get a weird thing eating baby vegetables” Harry huffed, now finally turning his head so he was looking at Draco. 

“Snakes eat babies?” Draco frowned 

“You didn’t know that?” 

“What do you mean I didn’t know that? I don’t live with a snake, how am I supposed to know snake eat babies” 

“But you read a lot-” 

“Not about animals eating babies” 

Harry immediately started laughing louder, finding it hard to control at this point in the night when they had been intoxicated with tequila in their system and love that ran through them. 

“How do you know snakes eat babies anyways?” Draco asked, still remaining on the topic. It was clear Draco found it disturbing enough but was curious to know more. 

“Pet shop. They made me read a whole bunch of manuals and stuff before I started working there and that's when I found out that Snakes might eat their own babies.”

“Their own babies? God, that’s sick.” Draco grossed, miming vomiting which only made Harry laugh harder. 

“It's an animal, vicious one at that, how can you not expect snakes to not do that?”

“Well you don’t see a pitbull breed do that.” Draco disgustingly replied. Harry found it even more hilarious now. 

“That’s a dog-” 

“Dog or snake, nobody should eat their babies. That’s horrific.” Draco visibly shivered at the thought of snakes eating their own babies and while Harry found it amusing, he wrapped his arms around Draco, forcing him to look at Harry. 

“I’m so glad I came here to visit you.” Harry said after a while. 

Draco smiled and his eyes mirrored the night sky, the glimmer his eyes held and the crescent of his lips made his heart overflow with love for Draco that he couldn’t help himself from leaning in and kissing his lips. 

Deprived of the love they both seeked, Draco cried in the kiss, Harry being unaware of why, maybe it was the intoxication of the drink or maybe it was the night intoxication or maybe it was intoxication from love but whatever it was, it made him weep but he did not dare to detach himself from Harry, how could he? 

It was like returning to a home you forgot you had lived in and it made it more sadder than it had been before. 

“Draco, please- look at me” Harry pleaded, cupping Draco’s face and pushing him away so he could look at him. 

But even when Draco did, he couldn’t open his eyes to look at Harry, he wanted to be buried in him, in his chest, in his eyes, in his heart, in his love. He wanted to be buried with his love “I’m so sorry” Draco cried. 

Harry wiped away his tears delicately, like a lover would tend its lovers wounds “Hey - it's okay. Shush, it's okay. I forgive you” 

“I should not have done any of that-I’m sorry, I’m sorry- I’m sorry” and he cried harder with hopelessness. Harry assured him that he forgave him, that he always does but Draco wept in his arms until the night faded into morning and a new beginning looked upon them. 

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 “A chapel?” Harry asked, holding Draco’s hands while looking ahead at the place Draco had brought them to. 

Draco nodded and led him further through the door and into the place itself. 

“I never thought of you to be the chapel kind of guy,” Harry teased.

Draco smiled softly at Harry “I never thought of myself to fall so deeply in love with you, yet here I am.” 

"Touché.” Harry chuckled and his voice echoed inside the empty chapel that he had to immediately shut himself up. 

“But seriously though, you, a chapel guy? Hard to think of.” Harry said. 

Draco shrugged, “I didn’t know it myself until I accidentally came upon his place” 

“Define accidentally.” Harry said walking a little ahead of Draco to see the place clearly. It seemed to him the most beautiful chapel in the whole wide world, in the entire universe, better than any of the stars or the moon or the sun or the most beautiful flower or the most gorgeous building in the world because Draco was here.

It was as if anything he walked upon bloomed with beauty, like garlands grew as he walked upon it or rivers started flowing with every step he took, yeah, Harry was swooned. 

Draco took a deep, shuddering breath, “I was driving - somewhere one day, had to be somewhere else, guess it was important but I didn’t want to go. I think something clicked in me or it was really an accident that I took the other road and came across this place. Ever since then, this place has been a Haven for me.” 

A knot formed in Harry’s throat. 

“You know the place that is so silent, the one that reminds why you exist, that maybe someday’s are worth living, some people are worth living, this is that place for me. It binds me to the reality of the realm of time and place and everything in existence. Whenever things get a little hard, I drive down here and just breathe and everything suddenly gets better.” Draco whispered. 

Harry stared at him then walked to him and held his hands in his own hands “Are you okay, Draco?” 

Draco’s eyes shone with white light with the sun that poured from the top of the chapel and the pink light that bounced off his face because of the glossed window with the Lady of worship. He nodded and even though there was a glimmer in his eyes, he didn’t fade his smile. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything?” Harry asked. 

Draco nodded in reassurance “I’d never hide anything from you, Harry” 

“Do you promise?” Harry asked, circling his thumb over his hand. Draco nodded. 

Harry smiled affirmatively then Draco led him over to the seats and sat down while holding hands. 

“So what brings us here today?” Harry asked. 

Draco smiled politely at him then began talking, “I have a confession” 

“Oh- Do you want me to play the role of a priest ?” Harry joked. 

Laughing Draco shook his head, “I just want you to know.” 

“Okay, what is it?”Harry asked, genuinely curious. 

“You know how I once said that one day we’d dance in front of the whole world, I hope you know that I meant it-” Harry nodded and Draco continued “-well this place is like a prologue to it. Like the place where the before happens. This chapel where you know I would want to promise you a forever” 

Harry stared at him lovestruck and couldn’t help himself from kissing Draco’s hands “Really?” 

Draco nodded. 

“Tell me more,” Harry suggested. Draco gave him a firm smile then raised his hand to point at the front of the chapel, 

“I think that if we are to end up together one day, then we would have the most ridiculous wedding of all time. It'll be like that wedding disaster.” Draco chuckles softly. 

Harry smiles fondly beside him and eagerly looks at Draco “Why would it be disastrous ?”

“Because it’s us - we’re a ridiculous team” Draco points out “If it's us then something is bound to happen wrong. Like every time I come here and I imagine ourselves there, there’s always a new mess up in my head like I might trip while walking down the aisle or the priest might forget the lines or Ron might accidentally forget to get the ring resized or someone’s kid somehow might steal our wedding attention or I might get too nervous that I faint or Bella might create a whole scene that we might have to actually run after her to catch her.” 

Harry’s head tip off laughing, “Now that’s something that definitely can happen with us” 

“Right? It’s our wedding,” He smiled “but then you know, it ends up with us getting married- and spending the rest of our lives together.” 

Harry’s eyes welled up that he practically had to wipe his tears off. 

“Tell me what happens if we have the perfect wedding?” Harry finds himself asking. 

Draco smiled a little too fondly at Harry that his heart skips a beat. 

“We always end up having a perfect wedding, Harry. It’s because we define our own perfect. Perfect is us making through the wedding and deciding that we want each other for the whole of our lives” 

Harry smiles at him again and this time he rests his head against Draco’s shoulder, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

“Describe our wedding to me.” Harry asks. 

 “Well, those front seats would be reserved for families, My parents on the right side while your family, that being Molly and Arthur with Hermione and Ron being on the left side. It’ll be a small ceremony you should know or the world would gather to see the boy who lived getting married. You’ll be waiting at the altar in your perfect black suit and you’d be nervous to death because it's your wedding and you’re afraid you’ll fuck up but then Ron would sort of you know support you and tell you that it’s too late to back out now or something like that because classic Ron for you. 

“Then as Blaise would finish playing put your hand on my shoulder, because it’s our song, I’d walk down the aisle with my father when Can’t help falling in love plays and I’d be on the verge of crying because how I can’t believe that it's finally happening and you’d be holding back your tears as well because you’re thinking the same. 

“We’d both be thinking about our time at school and how we hated each other, to our first date and then to here and we’d smile because we’re proud of ourselves because we made it so far when neither of us would’ve imagined that we would’ve. 

“I’d walk up to you and I’d compliment you about how you look so good and before you can even say thank you, the priest would begin the ceremony. We’ll keep looking at each other in soft glances and so happy to see that day come, that by the time we’re officially married and the priest announces that we can kiss, we practically pound onto each other, totally disgusting Ron out.” Harry elicited a small laughter, rubbing small circles on Draco’s hands. Harry heard him release a harsh breath and he immediately looked up to see tears streaming down Draco’s face and the smile that had faded into a low crescent. 

“It sounds so beautiful, love” Harry whispered and kissed Draco’s tears away. 

Draco ran his hand over his face to wipe off the remaining tears and grinned at Harry, “Can we have that wedding?” 

Harry bit his lip and nodded softly, “Yeah, yeah I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: we can have it all.” 

“All of it?” Draco asked with tears in his eyes glowing of the promise yet to be fulfilled. 

“All of it.”  

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Harry hummed lightly to the song that they had suddenly started talking about while they were still in the chapel with the evening coming into light and almost the time that they should leave but they were holding onto the last of the moment of just being there, seeing the light turn from yellow to orange to further darker. 

And suddenly Draco asked. “Do you ever wish we had more time together?” 

Harry hummed. “Kind of. I sometimes wish we had met sooner or that I had asked you out sooner or that we didn’t have to do this distance thing so we were together more often” 

“But do you ever wish that when we were in school that we should not have hated each other, like just have given a chance to understand each other you know. Like imagine how much time we could’ve spent together but didn’t because we were too foolish to have a rivalry” 

“I mean yeah- all the time, you know. Makes me wonder a lot what would’ve happened if we had actually became friends, if I had shook your hand in the first year or if I had just sort of agreed to be a slytherin-” 

“Agreed to be a slytherin? What?” Draco asked in confusion. 

Harry chuckled then remembered Draco possibly didn’t know it “I was almost sorted into slytherin but because the sorting took my consideration, I got sorted into gryffindor”

“You could’ve been in slytherin and you didn’t tell me, that’s just cruel of you Harry” Draco complained.” 

“Well to be honest, you weren’t such a doll to talk to in first year, were you? You were so handsome and attractive with your slicked back blonde hair -” 

“Please no” Draco laughed, burying his face in his hands 

“- and your overpriced robes-” 

“No,” he requested again 

“And your ever growing need to be competitive with me -” Harry laughed alongside Draco. 

Their laughter dissolved soon when the bell behind the chapel rang and they knew they had to leave.

“I just wish we could’ve had more time together. I'd shown you the world,” Draco said sadly. 

Harry smiled, “Doesn’t matter as long as I have you with me because you are my whole world.” 

Draco smiled at Harry again, “Can I tell you a secret?” 

Harry nodded. 

“I come here often because this place reminds me of you. I told you that this place feels like a safe Haven, it's only because it reminds me of you. Thinking about you brings me peace, talking to you brings me peace, everything about you binds me to this reality because if you exist then so do I. When I first discovered this place, it instantly reminded me of you and I kept coming back here because I knew I couldn’t go to you but I could think of you in a place that makes me feel like I'm with you. It sounds absurd but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this place or you because the two of you are so deep rooted in my heart. I guess what i’m trying to say is that- You- you are my safe Haven, my safe place and it can never be someplace else or someone else” 

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But short lived are those moments spent in the serenity of being with each other. Blessed is that time where the proclamations of love lasts, where love beheld meaning, where promises were kept. They are short lived as they come and go. It’s like the russian dancing doll but only its broken, it goes down once but never come back up and you’re waiting for it to come back up again but it doesn’t and no matter how much cry, how much you yell at it, how much you want to fix, it won’t be fixed because it's broken. 

It was a cold December night, Harry was to leave in 2 days, therefore he was packing his last minute things while Draco had gone out for a while for something important. 

In the time gone, Harry wondered about all those sleepless nights he had, all those days he stared at his phone waiting for Draco to call, staying up late just in case Draco decided to send a message but all of that now seemed like a broken past which hardly made any sense. He was far too happy to have come here and he had definitely forgiven Draco at all costs. 

Somehow being with him here had bought him the peace he had looked for, for months, it was like he had crossed the river that he never knew how to and now that he was on the other side of the river, he didn’t want to go back. In the moment of weakness, he wanted to ask Draco if they should move in together and wholeheartedly he day dreamt about asking him to live together but right now wasn’t the time, Draco didn’t seem like he wanted to move in together just yet. 

But Harry had faith that one day they would, when perhaps Draco’s work would be over or when Harry would be able to find a job around here. He aspired to live with Draco one day and he knew moving in with Draco would be the best day of his life, but it was a dream wasn’t it?

The door had opened and Draco had walked in after keeping the bag of things he bought with himself over the table. Harry turned and smiled at him but Draco didn’t smile back at him. Harry stepped forward so he could be closer to Draco but he had other plans as it seemed and he moved into the living room, making Harry follow him there. 

“We need to talk,” Draco announced. 

Harry raised his eyebrows in skepticism, his heartbeat quickening in his chest because nothing good followed with that sentence, “Okay, what about?” 

Draco breathed sharply, then as if he had finally gained every inch of breath after a struggle he said, “This isn’t working” 

Harry remained silent for a couple of moments then all of a sudden, he broke out into a slow, sarcastic laugh, “No, you’re not serious, right? You’re trying to play with me” 

Draco shook his head, “No, Harry, this isn’t working. Us - we aren’t working, not anymore.” 

“What do you mean we aren’t working anymore? We’re doing perfectly fine.”

“No, Harry, you’re just turning a blind eye that we’re not as good as we used to be -” 

“No, I’m not turning any blind eye. Did we have a rough patch? yes we did. Did the long distance seem unbearable ? Yes, But is this not working out ? No. It is working- and- just where- is this coming from? We had some of the best time these last couple of days, I’m positive you’re lying-” 

“I am not lying, Harry. You’re blocking the part out where we didn’t talk for days, where I left you to fend for yourselves, where I didn’t meet you for months. Just one visit and suddenly everything isn’t fine” Draco harshly admitted. 

“I don’t get it- you called me here, you wanted us to meet, you took us to all those places, you told me about that wedding thing you had in mind about us- how can all of this suddenly not be okay? How can suddenly our relationship not be working? How is it that you suddenly changed your mind ?” Harry asked with his voice sounding broken and denser because of the force he had to push through every syllable. 

“I didn’t just change my mind-” 

“Then why did you take me to that chapel and tell me all you thought about it, why did you tell me that I was your safe Haven or why did you say all you those things you said there, why? Why would you do that if you wanted to break up with me?” Harry’s voice trembled softly, sounding defeated as his eyes filled with tears. 

But Draco remained silent, he didn’t say anything. He just watched Harry fighting his voice, fighting his tears, fighting his broken heart. 

“Why are you doing this Draco?” His voice cracked. 

Draco visibly gulped, fighting the knot in his throat “I-I need space. I need space from you, I need space from your all the time calls, from your messages, from your immense needs” 

“You already live almost 6900 miles away from me, how much more space do you need? It’s like saying that you might live on another planet and you still might need space from me. You’re making it sound like I’m always calling you or texting you, when I don’t” Harry’s eyes dropped a tear from the corner of his eyes and he didn’t try to wipe it away, why should he have to? 

“I’m sorry, Harry but I can’t with you- I hate to do this-”

“No- I should be the one doing this to you- I stayed up nights waiting for you to call. I checked my phone precisely 525 times a day to see if you called me or not or if there was just a single text from you, I didn’t sleep at nights just in case you decided to call me late or just in case you texted me and I didn’t want to lose an opportunity to text you, I waited for you to do one video call.”

Tears started to prickle at the corners of his eyes, his heart beating louder in his chest. 

“I waited for the one day where you’d say ‘let's talk tonight, the world can wait, my work can wait, everything else can wait, but let's just talk tonight like we used to’, I waited to hear your voice, I waited for you to surprise me like you did that one time, I waited for you to do something- anything, just anything but you didn’t do anything.” 

He drew in a sharp breath, “I’ve spent all of myself trying to make this work, I'm putting so much effort for us to work and you want to throw it all away? Do you know the feeling of that hopelessness, that insecurity that perhaps my boyfriend is happier without me? No, you don’t, Draco and yet I’m crying to make it work. I should be the one doing this to you, I should be the one to break your heart, I should be the one telling you that I can’t do this but I’m not because I have faith in us, I have faith in our relationship, I have faith that we can make this work- I know we can.” 

Harry cried, not the soft cry but a cry of desperation, the cry that sounded so heavy, the cry that pierced through the heart like a spear. 

Draco huffed, closing his eyes then opening them again making a single tear appear in the corner of his eyes, he was struggling, Harry knew. 

“We just can’t do this, okay- you’re doing so much, you’re making too much effort for me and I can’t have you do that to yourself alright. I have my life here and your’s is there-” 

“But you are my life, Draco, you are it.” 

Draco let out a cry, burying his face in his hand, unable to control the broken sounds that came out from his throat. Harry immediately sat down in front of him, on his knees and took his hands in his own and cupping his face “We can make this work, Draco- we can.” 

“No-” he cried, shaking his head “-No, Harry. We can’t”

“Why?”Harry pleaded. 

“I don’t love you anymore, Harry, I just don’t- I’m sorry but I don’t.” Draco cried. 

It suddenly felt like the moment when you’re holding the whole world in your hand and it suddenly crashes to the ground. 

Harry fell back, his whole world had collapsed in front of him and he was holding onto those fragments because what else could he do. 

“You -You don’t love me?” he asked, his voice suddenly sounded more calm and somehow it hurt Draco more than hearing his cry. 

“I don’t, I’m sorry.”  

Harry got up from his knees, his eyes blocking his vision, his hands trembling his side and his voice that forbade itself to come out from his throat. Several moments passed by and Harry didn’t say anything except standing in the middle of the living room looking nowhere. 

“Harry-” 

“No, no that isn’t true because I know you love me.” Harry interrupted him. 

“No- I don’t.” 

“You love me so much that you want to protect me from what the distance is doing to us. You love me so much that it’s tearing you apart but you can’t tell me because you love me. You love me, Draco, you love me more than yourself as I do you.”

It was a soft whisper, his eyes glimmering with saddest tears the world had ever known and it tore Draco apart, to see what he had done to Harry. 

“And even if you don’t love me - I’ll always love you. I once promised you that I will love you in the dimension that is ours and I intend to keep that promise. The stars will go out before I stop loving you.” Harry said with a soft smile and the tears that ran down his face and when Draco reached out to wipe them off, he didn’t allow him to and instead, he took Draco’s hand and turned it over. 

He unhooked the chain with the moonstone ring, the one that signified a piece of Draco’s heart and placed it in Draco’s palms and spoke for the last time in a soft whisper, “I love you but if one day you find the courage to tell me why you did what you did tonight, know that I’ll be waiting but if you never come back, if this is over - I don’t want to have this. I can’t have this knowing that you’ll never be mine again. So, you can have your heart back, but you’ll always have mine.” 

On that night when he left, he heard Draco call out his name and as much as he wanted to stay there with him, as much as he wanted to turn back - he didn’t. 

But a piece of his heart had made home there and he would never have that back. 

Home isn't found in places. 

It’s found in a person. 

On that night when he left, he had left his home behind. 

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Part 4

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[sitp-recs]

Finished! Honestly, I’m a bit ashamed of how long it took me to finish this one — and it’s not even that long. I’ve been pretty busy though, and felt with some heavy emotional stuff which made me take a pause in reading…

Anyway! Short disclaimer, it took me a bit longer to get really immersed in this fic and it kinda ebbed and flowed throughout for me. But that’s just because of a personal preference (I prefer more action packed fics with loads of Harry and Draco interactions) and absolutely nothing against the writer (I like to give praise instead of critique, so like no critique). But despite that, as both a reader and a writer with a deep love of literature… I can definitely appreciate this fic and the author’s talent.

There’s a lot of emotions in this fic and their dealt with gorgeously. The fic is tender and soft and so very sweet.

Draco has a really distinctive voice, and I like how there’s these little moments when we feel that. For example, the Ministry’s attempt to be ‘inclusive’ and woke and shit. Another one was when he was complaining about standing in a puddle and ruining his shoes.

I really liked how every event felt like a domino effect and there wasn’t anything extra. This author really has a talent for only including scenes that are significant and advance the plot, but at the same time giving us breathing room. A lot of the times, authors will try and follow the “no filler chapters” rule but ruin the effect by bombarding us with only the plot. This author has a perfect balance and I love it.

I love the side characters so much. Blaise and Maison are amazing.

There was a lot less angst than I was expecting, which was new for me (I’m a very angsty person… I think everybody knows this by now) but I really enjoyed it. It felt very… domestic, I guess?

I’m actually like, really sorry that this is such a bad review in terms of my writing, I’m just kinda burnt out today and it’s late.

The little recs at the end were a joy. The little pictures were kinda nostalgic for me, reminding me of my early days on Wattpad… they were refreshing, and I kinda wish more fics did them. I loved how short the chapters were, each only taking me a few minutes (maybe 8 minutes top?) which was really nice and convenient for me.

Oh! And I kept singing Baby It’s Cold Outside (I mentioned how much I love this song to @phoebe-delia earlier and yes, that was brought on by this fic) while reading and honestly, absolutely love it,

Goodnight it’s 10pm and I’m tired, so tired.

Ahh so happy you liked it! I’m very soft for this fic because it was my first Starry fic and it has such a sweet contemplative tone, I found it very refreshing and compelling. Besides, I love the sequel just as much! It’s interesting to see you mention the absence of action/hard angst, it definitely sets a different pace for a long fic but I think it’s a perfect fit for the quiet domesticity and the rich setting made it really easy for me to get immersed early on. I remember enjoying the short-ish chapters, too! It felt like such a quick and easy read despite packing so much character development, plus that gorgeous and sloooow burn 😌🙌 congrats on finishing yet another long fic, you’re on a roll Jet! Love that for you. Also, Baby It’s Cold Outside has been a Drarry song for me since that Bryoney/Marguerite smut lol

What’s coming next? Hope you get lots of rest tonight! :)

#asks #ginnyxdarling #a room up there

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Alpha/Beta/Omega

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Songbirds of Avebury Manor by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) Rated:  Explicit Words:  18237 Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alternate Universe - Victorian, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alpha Harry Potter, Class Differences, Soulmates, Sexual Tension, Mating Cycles/In Heat, First Time, Knotting, Implied Mpreg, Victorian Attitudes, Well sort of Victorian attitudes, Like Victorian attitudes except A/B/O, It makes sense in context I swear Summary:  Harry Potter presents as alpha at fifteen, and it is supposed to change his life for the better. Instead, it leads him to a beautiful noble omega he cannot have, a political plot he cannot escape, and a threat on his life. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Dissident by Constance1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  182162 Tags: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Creature Fic, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, nundu, Angst, Romance, Dubious Consent, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Violence, Knotting, dark at times, but not really, Some fluffy moments too, Mpreg, Falling In Love, Omega Harry, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Drama, Claustrophobia, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Protective Draco Malfoy, Animagus, Christmas Summary:  In a world of Alphas and Omegas, Harry is surprised to discover that he is a rare male Omega. He assumes his pull towards Draco Malfoy is because the Slytherin is an Alpha, but there is more at play here than even Harry knows. My own twist on the Alpha/Omega-verse. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Work to be done by PollyWeasley Rated:  General Words:  1145 Tags: 2 years later, Slice of Life, alpha council Summary:  Harry has to be away from his family to help other family, but his heart is still with his loved ones. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Embers by shiftylinguini Rated:  Explicit Words:  41216 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, First Time, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Werewolves, Heat Companion Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Masturbation, Knotting, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Scent Marking, Scent Kink, Come Marking, Dirty Talk, sexual negotiation, H/D Career Fair 2017 Summary:  Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 The Broken Heart (It Kens Nae Second Spring) by grahamhannah53 Rated:  Explicit Words:  18220 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, omega!Draco, alpha!Harry, Auror Harry Potter, Undercover Missions, Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Anal Sex, Rimming, Knotting, abnormal rut behavior, we hate the dursleys, Angst with a Happy Ending, except the happy ending is in the next part of the series Summary:  Harry Potter is an Auror, just like he'd always wanted to be... except no one will give him a mission. When he finally gets one (with Draco Malfoy's name on it), he almost wishes he hadn't. Malfoy is everything Harry hadn't expected him to be, and out of the shambles of Harry's common sense arises a friendship that threatens to be more. Can Harry keep his mission secret from Malfoy? And even if he can do that, is it even possible for him to keep his hands off of Malfoy when he offers to help Harry through a rut after learning that Harry is exceptionally aggressive and violent during them? +++++ I have already completed this fic, I will be posting once, maybe twice weekly, depending on how well-received it is! I am also working on the second part, and have it half-way written. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Second Spring by grahamhannah53 Rated:  Explicit Words:  19629 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, alpha!Harry, omega!Draco, Mates, Getting Back Together, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Anal Sex, Rimming, Light Bondage, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Harry Potter, Implied Mpreg, Making Up, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Head Auror Harry Potter Summary:  Years after their disastrous breakup, Draco Malfoy comes back from France with a much sought-after skill set and a brilliant resume-- one that even Harry Potter could envy. Harry resolutely decides that staying away from Draco is the best option, forcing himself to resist the almost magnetic pull to his mate in favor of carrying on with life as normal... but when Draco ends up in his interrigation room in the middle of his heat, things get... dicey. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Puppy Breath and Money by GeorgeOaks Rated:  Explicit Words:  18802 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Harry Potter, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Please Don't Hate Me, Abused Draco Malfoy, nothing graphic happens, Healing, A healing fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, Comfort, Omega Hurt, Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Draco Maloy is conditioned, Allusions to rape and being controlled, Protective Harry Potter, Respectful Harry Potter, going into heat, It's not as dark as it sounds?, he gets better and starts calling people names again, Dobby (Harry Potter) Lives, Fred Weasley Lives Summary:  Harry Potter had spent the last three years terrified for Draco Malfoy. Everyone knew what it meant when Malfoy didn't return to Hogwarts for his fifth year. Harry had done a spectacular job at denying it at first, of course. Tried convincing himself that it was just because Voldemort was back. That the Malfoys probably just ran off with their Dark Lord, or, what he had hoped most, had run away from him. It wasn't until Hermione gave him that look that said that if he didn't pull his head out of his arse soon, he was going to be absolutely hit upside the head, that he had to accept it. Malfoy hadn't returned to school because Draco Malfoy had presented Omega. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Late Presentation by SouthronWildling Rated:  Explicit Words:  10661 Tags: AU Canon Divergence, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Severus Snape Lives, PWP, First Times, light dub-con due to a/b/o dynamics Summary:  Draco Malfoy presents as an omega during his Hogwarts Eighth Year. Shameless PWP, with a little humor, a little fluff, and a little of Draco being bitchy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Malfoy's Bitch by dragontara Rated:  Explicit Words:  6668 Tags: Creature Fic, dub-con, Graphic Sex, Knotting, Alpha/Omega, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Top Draco, translation in Chinese available Summary:  Bitten by a werewolf doesn't always mean that you'll transform into a werewolf but it definitely increases your animalistic instincts and behaviour. Harry will learn that at first hand. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Heat of the Heart by carpemermaid Rated:  Explicit Words:  6433 Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alpha Harry Potter, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Auror Partners, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Werewolf Draco Malfoy, Light Dom/sub, Bottom Draco, Top Harry Potter, Seduction, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Fingerfucking, Blow Jobs, Rough Sex, Marathon Sex, Stubble Burn, Accidental Marriage, Accidental Bonding, Love Bites, Cuddling & Snuggling, Romance, Dirty Talk, Scenting, hung harry Summary:  Draco was recently bitten by a werewolf in the line of duty as an Auror. He'd been dealing with it as best he could, but then his first heat came on hot and fast in the middle of filling out reports with his Auror partner, Harry Potter. Luckily for him, Potter has a knack for saving his arse. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Tuxedo Angel by ryslora Rated:  Explicit Words:  25497 Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Dark Magic, Mpreg, Crossdressing, Genderbending, HP: EWE, Case Fic, Community: hd_holidays, Torch Singer, Singing, Harry Thinks Malfoy Is Up To Something, Bonding, Cursed Bond, Old Magic, Living Together Summary:  Harry and Neville are looking for the infamous Dragon Lily, a Dark witch active throughout Europe and Asia. Instead, they find the Tuxedo Angel, a beautiful witch performing in Rome. Harry quickly discovers that the Angel is not what she seems, and fights his attraction to her, while both he and the Angel are drawn into a web created by ancient magic that pulls them together, whether they are ready for it or not. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Rise Above the Moon by Queenie_Mab Rated:  Explicit Words:  15930 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Pack Feels, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Knotting, Explicit Sexual Content, Illustrated, Bottom Draco, Bottom Harry, Topping from the Bottom, Switching Summary:  It's not easy to make a living when your past misdeeds colour your life, but when the saviour of the wizarding world offers a possible way out, Draco Malfoy isn't stupid enough to let the opportunity pass. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Turn, Drop, Fall by Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) Rated:  Explicit Words:  29056 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alpha Harry Potter, Mildly Dubious Consent, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Arranged Marriage, Infidelity?, Brief scenes of heterosexuality, (sorry) Summary:  In his father's world of staunch traditions and strict gender dynamics, presenting as an omega is the worst thing that could happen to Draco, although accidentally bonding to Harry Potter and being forced into a marriage with Antonin Dolohov both come in close second. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Mine To Own, Ours To Keep by bumble_Bree Rated:  Explicit Words:  69033 Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha Harry, Omega Draco, Bottom Draco, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Licking, beastiality, Wolves, alpha/beta/omega, Smut, Porn, Rough Sex, Mpreg, Knotting, Fluff, Romance, Heat Cycles, Miscarriage, Younger Draco, Delicate Draco, Powerful Harry, Self-Lubrication, facesitting, Love, Felching, Child Birth (non-graphic), Lactation, Male Lactation, Dry Orgasming, Oral Sex, Lactation Kink, Fisting, Size Difference, Smaller Draco, Larger Harry Summary:  When Draco is bought at a slave market, he fully expects a difficult road ahead of him. What he does NOT expect is to find himself in a world unlike any he could have expected - a world where the feared and respected Harry Potter is his Alpha, his one true soulmate. Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of J.K.Rowling and Bloomsbury and I seek no profit from this work. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 What Happened to Draco Malfoy by ghostlynimbus Rated:  Explicit Words:  43053 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha Harry, Omega Draco Malfoy, Past Abuse, Past Rape/Non-con, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Suicidal Thoughts, Healing, Auror Ron Weasley, Sex Trafficked Draco Malfoy, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Unreliable Narrator, POV Alternating, Mpreg, Pregnancy, Pregnant Draco Malfoy, gratuitous use of wandless magic, medical/hospital scenes, Knotting, Overstimulation, Hung Harry Potter, Praise Kink, maybe? a little, Dubious Consent, kind of, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Angst, Rimming Summary:  Draco Malfoy has been missing since the end of the war. Harry has moved on, mostly. But when, years later, Draco is found in an auror raid of an illegal omega trafficking ring both their lives are changed. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 in heat by M0stlyVoid Rated:  Explicit Words:  4196 Tags: Past Rape/Non-con, Minor Character Death, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Draco Malfoy, Alpha Harry Potter, Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Hung Harry Potter, Knotting Summary:  Draco’s been getting by just fine despite his unfortunate little genetic gift. Until Potter decides to barge in and muck everything up, that is. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Let Out the Beast by acupforslytherin Rated:  Explicit Words:  9649 Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anal Sex, Knotting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Scent Kink, Explicit Consent, Self-Lubrication, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary:  In the wizarding world where alphas are looked down upon for their lack of control and unseemly aggression, it is generally accepted that they are not allowed to work in places like schools and hospitals where their nature could risk the people there. When Draco Malfoy suddenly shows up at Hogwarts smelling strongly like an alpha, Harry is beyond baffled. The fact that no one else seems to catch his scent only adds to his confusion. But, of course, the most puzzling part is how Harry’s body reacts to that scent. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 This Is How by bixgirl1 Rated:  Explicit Words:  6508 Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Harry Potter, Omega Draco Malfoy, Scenting, Claim Biting, switch POV, Partial Second Person POV, Falling In Love, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Oral Sex, Knotting Summary:  Omegas are long gone, or so everyone thinks. This is not how things were supposed to go. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Silver Moon by JBankai89 Rated:  Explicit Words:  58199 Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf Harry, Alpha Harry, Top Harry, Bottom Draco, Slightly Dark Harry, questionable morals, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, dubcon, Fluffy Ending, Violence, Mild Blood and Gore, Drama, Soulmate elements, Harry raises Teddy Summary:  Five years after the war, peace has fallen upon the wizarding world. Draco Malfoy has begun to find peace in the strangest of places, and now as a junior Potions Master after a mere four years, he finds his mind quieted from the horrors that scar his world in the deep and dark of the forests, where he goes to collect ingredients his master requires. Unfortunately, one trek into the woods brings him close to werewolf territory, too close, in fact, and he finds himself captured. He expected to be devoured by these brigands, but the truth of his fate turns out to be far more confusing and terrifying than he ever imagined. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 you killed me on the moon by epsilonargus Rated:  Explicit Words:  4906 Tags: Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, King Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy, Identity Reveal, True Mates, Attraction, Alternate Universe - Non-Magical, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Captive Prince Fusion, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, H/D Sex Fair 2020 Summary:  ‘You barely know me. We do not know each other.’ ‘Beyond this overwhelming need to submit to you, completely and utterly?’ Potter raises his eyebrows, stretching his scar. ‘Beyond this bone-deep awareness that you are made for me, and I for you? That our destiny was written in the stars, in the very foundation of our known world?’ An A/B/O Royalty!AU wherein a desperate Slytherin prince faces a proposal from the conquering Gryffindor king. ❤️ Read on AO3

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Drarry (Scarrs)

Where after complaining about his scars and emphasizing over and over that Potter wrecked his perfect skin, Pansy tells him to either go to a tattoo artist and get them covered or he can shut the fuck up because she’s heard the same damn story a million times since they were sixteen. Enough is enough. 

Offended, Draco snatches the business card Pansy gave him and storms out. What does she know anyway? Her chest isn’t marred by scars. He reluctantly floos ahead to make an appointment before heading over to the parlour. 

Scarrs. 

The irony is not lost on him. He curses Pansy’s name and vows to get her back. Who names a tattoo parlour Scarrs? Sounds foreboding, definitely something that belongs in Knockturn Alley and not in the bright colourful shops nestled in Hogsmeade. 

When Draco walks in and sees a familiar face, he promptly turns around to leave. 

“No, wait!” 

The sound of Potter’s voice confirmed that it wasn’t a hallucination, oh no, it was real. Like a bloody nightmare. 

“Parkinson said you might stop by.” 

“Did she now?” Draco said through clenched teeth as his hands followed suit. “You two been gossiping about me, have you?”

“No,” Potter said, tone pitched in confusion. It was enough to have Draco turning around. “She threatened me to not harm you, and that was it.” 

Perhaps Draco liked Pansy a little bit. A tiny little minuscule amount that wouldn't overinflate her already ginormous ego.

“Not that I’d harm you,” Potter added with a slight smile that bordered on a smirk. “Much.”    

“Yes,” Draco drawled slowly. “Because that makes me feel so much better.” 

The smile grew and Draco hated that he was reminded of seeing the same smile across the Great Hall. Not directed at him before, no, never at him. 

“You wanted a tattoo?” 

Draco looked down at the ground. Why did it have to be Potter? Couldn’t it have been anyone else? Hell, he’d have taken Finnigan even knowing his penchant for lighting shit on fire. That was a risk he’d have taken as long as it didn’t involve Potter, of all people. 

“Several,” mumbled Draco as he glanced up. “I have a lot of scars on my chest. Ones I don’t care for.” 

He wasn’t sure what he had expected. An apology? Guilt? A grimace? But what he got instead was a tilted head and an intense look. 

“I’m good at covering scars,” Potter said, eyes narrowing as the intensity increased. “They’re my speciality. Whether physical or emotional, I can cover them.” 

“Well, then at least you aren’t a waste of my time.” 

The intensity waned as expressive green eyes rolled. “Your mouth sure hasn’t changed over the years.” 

“Oh, that’s where you’re wrong,” Draco winked before snorting at the way Potter flushed lightly. 

Potter gestured him toward a reclined chair. “I need to look at the scars to get a feel of what I’ll be working with. Do you know what kind of design you might be going for?”

“No,” Draco shook his head as he took off his robe before sitting down. He ignored the sharp inhale from Potter when his chest was revealed. That was the reaction everyone had. Every. Single. Time.

“You can look around,” Potter gestured to the walls filled with hand-drawn designs and photos of previous tattoos. “I have a photo book you can flip through if nothing up there sparks your interest.” 

Draco was pretty sure the walls held beautiful designs, was almost positive that there was something there that he might like, but he wouldn’t know. He was too distracted by the fingers touching his skin. 

The warmth in Potter’s hands had to have been more than just skin contact. There was a singe of magic that trailed the same path fingers had previously travelled. 

Draco looked up but Potter’s focus was on his chest, so he let his eyes roam over Potter’s face. The years had been kind to Potter in a way that people never were to him. What drew his attention was the scar. 

The famous scar. 

It was beautiful in a way. Finding beauty in darkness was all Draco had ever been able to do to stay sane. 

Lightning. 

The creation of lightning was caused by two electrically charged regions equalizing themselves, temporarily. Evening the score, balancing out. That in and of itself was intriguing, and perhaps destined when it came to Potter’s scar. 

He had always been fascinated by lightning. It lit up the night sky, brought in thunder and left behind desolation in its wake. Lightning was the definition of something beautiful but also deadly and dangerous. 

“Lightning.” 

“Hm?” Potter’s hands stilled as his brows arched. “What?”

“Lightning,” Draco repeated. “That’s what I want. The crack of lightning as it strikes.” 

A long silence followed but it wasn’t uncomfortable. 

“Each one?” Potter whispered, fingers trailing over dozens of scars. 

“Yeah,” Draco said, a hint of a smile in his voice even if it wasn’t present on his lips. “I want lightning to light up my chest.” 

When Potter’s eyes met his, there was a softness to them, one Draco wasn’t sure what to do with. 

“I can do that.” 

Draco wasn’t sure what else Potter could do, but he knew that he wanted to find out. Even if that meant having to come back and endure many other tattoos. 

Perhaps he wouldn’t curse Pansy after all. 

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #Tattoo artist Harry #Draco wants his scars covered up #Yes I used the same tattoo parlor name as in my story Black Magic #I loved it #and wanted to imagine a different meaning this time around

[primavera-cerezos]

breath and sound

Draco likes the sounds Harry makes. He likes making Harry make the sounds even more.

sound/moan kink, drarry, pwp, 590 words.

written because I made a dumb post about wanting to write porn instead of work and y’all are enablers. @phenomenalasterisk gave me too much praise and I short circuited (and she betaed too).

read below the cut or on ao3.

Harry Potter makes a lot of sounds. He hums as he works, sings while he cooks, thinks out loud. Draco grew up in a quiet family and it took him a while to get used to Harry’s voice filling up all the little spaces of their home, but he’s grown to love the noise.

Some sounds, though, are his favorite. 

It makes sense that Harry is vocal in bed; he’s never quiet in any situation, so why would sex be any different? Draco has found that Harry has a delicious, involuntary repertoire—a sound for every sensation, and Draco wants to place each one in a jar and put them in a gallery. 

First come shaky breaths, high in Harry’s throat, and Draco devours them, swallowing Harry’s air with every kiss as he fingers Harry open. There’s the catch when Draco brushes Harry’s prostate, the release when he does it again. And the whispers, delivered directly to Draco’s lips: “I’m ready. Fuck me.” 

When Draco flips him over and presses into him, Harry’s breath streams between his clenched teeth as he bears down, and slows when Draco pauses to give Harry time to adjust. Soft mms start then, when Draco strokes Harry’s sides, kisses the back of his neck, spreads his arse open to display his tight hole clenching around Draco’s cock. A sharp exhale when Draco withdraws and pushes back in, presses a palm to Harry’s lower back, angling him down. 

And then come the tight ah, ahs, once Draco’s fucking him properly, hands holding Harry’s hips in place. Harry gives up on holding himself up on his elbows, lets his shoulders hit the mattress and braces his hands against the headboard. Then the real fun begins, breathy, half-uttered curses and pleas: “Fuck, ah, fu—” and “God, baby, so—fuck—ah, good,” and “Please, Draco, m— unh, more, fu—”

That’s when Draco likes to really start taking Harry apart. A few swats on his plump arse, or a fist tight in his hair, pulling his head back as Draco drives into him, unrelenting. Maybe a wandless Incarcerous, binding Harry’s hands behind his back, leaving the angle completely up to Draco. And then it’s Draco’s turn to start talking. 

“So pretty, aren’t you,” he murmurs, tracing Harry’s shoulder blades. “Look at your tight little arse, taking me in. You love this, don’t you, Harry?” Draco might slow down then, pull himself all the way out, watch Harry’s hole gape and clench for just a moment before he slams back in. 

Then, Merlin, the sounds Harry makes. He no longer forms words, just vowels framed by the occasional consonant, everything tumbling from his mouth in an avalanche of cock-dumb noise. “Mmmuh— Oh go— Fuuuh— Yeah, mm, ah--!” The pitch grows higher every time Draco hits Harry’s prostate, bringing him closer and closer to the edge but never touching Harry’s leaking cock, never allowing the release, until Draco’s too close to wait any longer and wraps his fist around Harry. One, two, three strokes and Harry is keening, sobbing, the most beautiful sounds Draco’s ever heard.

Draco speeds up as Harry comes down, riding Harry’s oversensitivity into sweet, huffed mewls. When he comes, he wraps himself around Harry, releases any ties, cleans them both up. Harry hmms into Draco’s chest, contented and sated, and Draco whispers, “I love you,” into Harry’s fuck-mussed hair. He traces swirls on Harry’s back, listening to his breathing slow into long, sleepy sighs, and falls asleep wondering how to build a shrine of sounds. 

#mine #drarry #pwp #drabble #sound kink #moan kink