Flufftober 3: Thick as Thieves
Harry liked to think that he wasn't a jealous person. He liked to believe that he was level headed, that he wasn't suspicious, and that he had reasonable boundaries when it came to his boyfriend.
Unfortunately, this was patently untrue.
His mind healer would tell him that his possessive streak and jealous nature were a result of trauma. Not having his needs met as a child, not having enough of anything, manifested in his desire to keep his things to himself.
And Draco was a person, not a thing. A person whom he loved and respected, a person who he knew had bodily autonomy, which made it all the harder for him to wrap his brain around his possessiveness.
Perhaps Harry could have gone right on believing that he wasn't a jealous person, if not for the fact that Ron and Draco had started hanging out constantly, always whispering to each other.
When Harry had owled to invite Draco to lunch this afternoon, he received a short apology note back and Draco let him know that he already had plans with Ron.
In a fit of pique, Harry flooed to the Ministry and marched himself to Hermione's office for lunch. Stomping inside of her office, he set out the containers of Chicken Tikka Masala, jasmine rice, na'an, samosas, and Dal soup that he'd started preparing last night and finished this morning.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at the food, "not that I'm complaining, but what's this all about?"
"Well," Harry said as he opened the containers, "I made it for lunch with Draco but your husband is eating lunch with him so someone had to eat it."
She laughed, "It's fairly normal for them to eat together, you know," she said. "They've been Auror partners for six years."
"I know," he groaned, biting into a samosa with great satisfaction, "you're right. But I just," he shrugged miserably. "They see each other all day and I only get to see him occasionally in the evenings and when he deigns to have lunch with me."
"I think it's more than occasionally," she said, holding back an eye roll that Harry could still hear in her voice.
He huffed, "Fine," he conceded. "But he still spends all day with him."
She hummed, "Well, I'm glad for the opportunity to have lunch with you. I always enjoy your cooking."
"Good," he grumbled, "Tell Draco how good it was so he realizes what he's missing."
Hermione reached across the desk and covered Harry's hand with her own, "He loves you."
"I love him too," Harry sighed.
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Harry decided that he was going to talk to Draco that evening. It seemed only fair to have a conversation with him about what was bothering him.
So when the invitation for dinner arrived, Harry wrote back right away, agreeing.
After knocking, he waited nervously on the doorstep, tapping his fingers against his thigh. And when the door opened he almost forgot what he'd wanted to say. Draco was standing illuminated by the light of his entryway, feet bare, wearing Harry's favorite cardigan.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi yourself," Draco replied, smiling brightly at him, "come in," he added, stealing a quick kiss as Harry walked past.
Harry wandered into the living room, "Listen, before we eat, could we talk?" he asked.
"Sure," he said amiably. "I had something I wanted to ask, too," he added. "Can I go first?"
And Harry wanted to say no, wanted to just blurt and tell him that it was burning him up that he was spending so much of their free time with Ron, but he took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "Of course."
Draco grinned at him, then sat down on the footstool in front of Harry, "Harry," he said.
"Yeah?" he asked, heart beating just a little bit harder in his chest.
"We've been together for almost two years now-"
"Are you breaking up with me?" he asked, heart roaring in his ears, breath coming a little too short. "I can change-"
"Harry," Draco said, laying a hand on Harry's, "of course not. Just," he shook his head, "let me finish."
He nodded and waited, fidgeting a bit.
"We've been together for almost two years now, and I have been in love with you for far longer. You are the kindest, most genuine person I know. You make my life better, you make me better and I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued, pulling a small box out of his pocket and dropping to his knees on the floor. "Would you marry me?" he asked, opening the box and showing Harry a gold ring with little diamonds all around.
"What?" he whispered, eyes filling with tears, "What? I thought you were getting sick of me. I thought you were tired of spending time with me-"
"No," Draco said, brow furrowing. "Why-"
Harry wiped at his eyes, "You've been spending so much time with Ron lately-"
"Because he was helping me plan this," he said.
"Plan what?"
Draco laughed, "Say yes and I'll show you."
"Yes," he said, "Circe, Draco, of course. Yes."
And as if he'd said a spell, people started pouring into the room, all of their friends and family ready to congratulate them.
Harry kissed him, accepting the ring and sniffling as he tried to pull himself together.
"I'm sorry," Draco murmured through all of the cheering a ruckus. "I love you. I didn't mean-"
"It doesn't matter," he said, kissing Draco again. "I love you, I'm sorry I was jealous."
"I won't keep you in the dark anymore," he said. "I won't keep secrets."
And Harry's eyes welled up with tears once more. They spilled down his cheeks and he nodded, grateful for Draco's love and understanding.
"We've people to greet," Draco commented, nodding toward the room.
"Yes," he agreed. "Stay with me?"
"Always," Draco murmured, sliding his fingers through Harry's as they started around the room. "Always."
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Rated E: Smut, Violence, Mental Health
Relationships: Draco x Hermione, Neville x Luna, Harry x Ginny, Narcissa x Lucius
Tags: #Thriller #Mystery #Draco-centric #Enemies-to-lovers #Morally Grey Draco #Morally Grey Hermione #eventual smut #battle magic #Post-Azkaban Draco #light Ron-bashing #everyone has trauma #darkish fic #BAMF Draco #BAMF Hermione #minor character death (s)
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Memento Mori-- Summary
During the Second Battle of Hogwarts, a violent and mysterious curse devastates both sides of the war. Voldermort is finally defeated, and the now zealous Order of the Phoenix stands victorious.
In a moment of rage and insubordination the Order kills nearly all the remaining Death Eaters left in the castle.
Nearly all.
Because Draco Malfoy? He's found barely alive in the rubble of Hogwarts. His hasty Wizengot trial quickly becomes an international spectacle.
Sentenced to Azkaban for 25 years, Draco is given an opportunity for a new life by a most unlikely source:
The girl he tormented as a child. The woman he's been harbouring feelings for, for years now. The Golden Girl, herself. Death Eaters' Bane. A perfect vision of The Angel of Death.
Hermione Jean Granger.
Get out of Azkaban in exchange for hunting down the most deadly Death Eaters, who ever lived? Help Hermione Granger avenge her parent's murder? Get a second chance at life?
If only it were that simple...
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Cover Art by incomparable @mariyand-r
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Ch.58: Found
• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: found (oct'22) | words: 411 | all chapters / prev / next
This is the aftermath of chapter 46: Bigger than me, which can be read for context.
"You can't be here," Draco says sternly when he opens his eyes, face wet, and Potter is there by the door. He curses internally that his heart is jumping, remembering other bathrooms, and other reasons why his face was wet, but he's glad his voice isn't showing it. He closes the tap and dries his hands with his wand. Potter has said 'found you' like it was a game for them to have horrible encounters in loos. "Auror's only."
"Yes, I can see that," Potter's eyes swept over Draco's body dressed in trainee maroon. Unnerving. "So- an Auror, huh? How did that happen?"
"I wa- wa- Maroon complements my complexion," his mouth says, not confirming or denying anything. Bloody curse. Potter ineffectively tries to contain a snicker by pressing his lips together.
"Yeah, I agree. Who would have thought." He keeps his eyes fixed on him, tilting his head to the side, hair moving with him. Honestly, a haircut is due. Potter isn't in nor out, body relaxed against the door frame. He's not going anywhere or staying. The place feels like a limbo and it has Draco's nerves ending on fire.
"It was nice seeing you here, Malfoy." He will leave now, and Draco won't have to see him again, as he hasn't seen him since school two years back… or last week when he opened the Prophet. The world will be back on its axis.
Then Potter turns and speaks again. "We're having pints to celebrate Ron and the others. Wanna come?" He says it simply as if they were passing drinking invitations on a daily basis. They only drank together after 8th-year parties, but that doesn't count as drinking 'together'.
"I think blue is my colour," Draco replies quickly instead of 'no, I'm not supposed to be around' or 'What the hell, no?'
"Right," Potter's voice is suddenly cold, his eyes curse green in the dark of the room. "That's an opinion, though, not a fact or a secret. Keep it in mind when you're lying," he says, leaving with a frown and a slamming door. Draco feels trapped inside a mausoleum.
And yes, the spell only let him speak in facts or embarrassing stories. But what could be more embarrassing than saying yes to Harry Potter? Yes, I've been waiting for an invitation to be part of your group since I was eleven. Of course he wants to go, he's dying to, but he won't admit it.
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