how love goes; a nottpott mini fic
chapter three; question and answer
… there [Harry] was, seated on the couch in the library with Theo’s feet touching his thigh as Theo practically hung off the arm rest to reach for the nail polish bottle. His boots rested on the floor in front of the couch, abandoned, and Harry ignored the slightly bubbly feeling that came with Theo feeling comfortable enough with him to take off his shoes and recline back on the couch. If only that bubbly feeling didn’t always lead to a fast-beating heart and thoughts that got all kinds of jumbled together.
chapters; 3/8
rated m, mature
tags; nsfw content, eighth year, confused bisexual harry, idiots in love, mutual pining, tentative friends to lovers, sexuality crisis, fluff, meddling dramione, feelings realization, mild denial of feelings, first kiss, boys with nail polish, theo’s love language is physical touch
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a/n; thank you so much to gina for telling me theo needed to paint harry’s nails. you’re right, he absolutely did 💕
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Drabble Mini-Series: Five Responses to the Question "Would you still love me if I was a worm?
1.
"Yes."
"You didn't hesitate."
"Should I have?"
Ron opened his mouth and then closed it again. "No?"
"We'd make great worms, I think."
"We?"
"Of course," Luna said confidently.
"Why would you be a worm?"
"Well, if you're a worm, I'm going to be a worm, too. And we're going to be two worm lovers 'til the end of time. We'll till the soil together in the same pot and make sure to help grow a lovely flower."
Ron grinned stupidly. Suddenly, being a worm sounded like a brilliant plan.
2.
"Ly, that's so dumb."
The blonde whipped out her wand and stuck the tip to James's side. The boy yelped.
"Was the stinging hex necessary?"
"You called me dumb!"
"Not you, daft witch, the question!"
"Oh." Lyra cast a cooling charm over the skin she'd maimed only moments ago. "Answer it, then."
"If it means never getting a stinging hex from you again, then yes."
"Be serious."
James laughed and leaned back against the trunk of the tree. Lyra, who had her head on his lap stared up at him with pleading blue-grey eyes.
"Fine. Of course I will."
"Why?"
"Why?!" James repeated incredulously. He sighed, knowing that it was useless to pick a fight with her. Lyra was the child of the most insufferable and the most stubborn people in the world after all (his dad's words).
Despite everything, he loved her dearly. He and Lyra were soulmates. He could feel it in his bones. Plus, he knew he wouldn't be able to live without her, regardless of if she were an invertebrate.
He could have told her all of this, but instead he said:
"I'd be crazy not to."
3.
"Did Hermione put you up to this?" Harry asked, watching as his husband completed his 10-step skincare routine in front of a lit vanity mirror in their bedroom. With one final pat, he extinguished the light and climbed into bed.
"Actually, I put Hermione up to it," Theo confessed. "I don't know where it came from, all I know is I won't be able to sleep tonight unless I get an answer from you."
"Hm, alright." Harry shifted in bed, wrapping his arms around Theo's shoulders. The brunette snuggled closer to him, sniffing his neck affectionately.
"I think it's a stupid question, because of course I will," Harry finally said after minutes of thinking. "Considering all I went through to marry you, I'd be an idiot to throw it all away."
Theo rolled his eyes. "You love me," he muttered.
"Yeah I do," he replied, planting a kiss on his crown. "And you do a good job of reminding me everyday. How about you, would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Theo looked up and gazed lovingly into his husband's startling green eyes.
"No."
4.
Frankly, Pansy was caught off guard by the question. Her first instinct was to respond with something like "that's a stupid question," but she swallowed the urge.
She'd been with this boy for months and he's already tamed her tongue.
She thought about the question, broke it apart and tried to see the best possible outcome. All the while Neville's hands worked with soil, his fingers coaxing the particles to loosen.
"Well, worms are important," she finally said. "You've always said that a gardener's best helper is the worm, right?"
"So you're saying, if I'm a worm, you'd keep me around because I'm...helpful?"
"Yes and no," Pansy conceded. "You've done more than help me, Nev. You make me...better. We're partners. I wouldn't leave my partner behind, ever."
She approached him and stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek.
"Besides, you'd be successful as a worm, considering that you already have my heart."
Neville burst out laughing. Realizing what she'd just said, Pansy covered her face in embarrassment.
"That might just be the cheesiest thing you ever said."
"And I will never say that again, so you better remember it," she promised.
Neville pulled her hands away from her ruddy face and kissed her softly. In response, pulled him down to her by the front of his shirt and kissed him deeply.
"Oh, the things you do to me."
5.
"Darling, are you drunk?"
"Tired," Hermione mumbled into Draco's chest, on which she'd unceremoniously collapsed after a long day of teaching. His laughter rumbled through his body.
"Same thing."
"Answer the question."
Being with Hermione Granger, Draco has discovered, is a continuous learning process, of knowing when to rile her up and when to remain firmly on her side. And while he did enjoy riling her up, he more so enjoyed having her melt in his arms.
With a giant exhale, Draco took off his glasses, closed his book and set both down on the side table. Hermione scooted up to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Draco kissed the top of her curls softly and began to stroke her hair, eliciting sighs from Hermione.
"You are my world," he whispered to her. "There is no me without you. I will love you in whichever universe, in whatever form."
Hermione peered up at him with glassy eyes. "Promise?"
"I promise, darling."
Fin.
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how love goes; nottpott
“I like your hands,” Harry let himself say out loud. What he didn’t say was that he especially liked how Theo’s fingers looked intertwined with his own: pale, ink stained skin perfectly complimenting his rougher, olive toned complexion. Their nails were still painted a matching shade of burgundy, though the paint had begun to chip in places from nail-biting habits and quidditch.
“Do you?” Theo asked, chuckling softly as he lifted Harry’s hand to trace along the lines on his palm. “I hadn’t noticed.”
“You’re supposed to pretend you had no idea.”
chapter 4/8; the worst kind of couples
rated m, mature
tags; eighth year, confused bisexual harry potter, theo’s love language is physical touch, eventual nsfw content, first kiss, holding hands, sexuality crisis, boys wearing nail polish
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