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berrynarrybanana · 4 years

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happy with you | H.S

A/N: For my darling wife @bfharry . I sincerely apologize for being late and I’m sorry this is so shit but I am stuck in a cabin in the mountains with terrible service and a horrible WiFi connection. I cranked this piece out earlier this morning for the #boyfriendathon fic challenge and I hope that everyone enjoys. Thank you to Olivia for putting this lovely challenge together. You’re aces babe and I love you!!!😘

P.S I did not edit but I probably will later!

It was juvenile really.

After six months of dating and two months of living together through a pandemic, it was bound to happen at some point. Living together was a lot of fun at first. It almost felt like playing house at first, every day filled with fun activities and countless kisses stolen from each other. Every morning you would wake up together before spending a little too much time kissing on each other in bed. Occasionally, the odd blowjob or facesitting excursion would get in the way of starting your work day, but you really didn’t mind. From there, you would both wander into the kitchen for tea(him) and coffee (you) before starting breakfast together.

Harry was a master chef, taking care of each and every minuscule detail as if it were surgery and someone’s life depended on it. You always sat back, clicking away at your keyboard until all of your work emails were sorted and answered. When breakfast was fixed, the two of you snuggled up in his breakfast nook while eating and talking softly. From there, your day consisted of buzzing around each other while you both tried to work without getting in each other’s way.

But it was bound to happen.

“You deleted my entire proposal, Harry!” The tone of your voice was harsh, a sarcastic laugh following your words. “What the fuck am I supposed to do now? It’s going to take me hours to retype that whole thing and it’s due in twenty minutes.”

“It’s not like I meant to do it!” He tossed his hands up, exasperated and frustrated by your snippy tone. He had already apologized for it a million times. “Bloody christ, you’ve got such a temper! I can’t undo it, so why are ya still yellin’ at me!”

“Because I’m so frustrated and at this point, I’m tired of seeing your fucking face!” It was out of your mouth before you could take it back. Your feet stomped along the tiles of the kitchen floor for a brief second before you were being pulled back into Harry’s chest. “Let me go!”

“You’re tired of seeing my face?” Harry sneered, his eyes growing dark as his face turned the perfect shade of red. “Then maybe you should go home.”

He released you then, stalking off somewhere until you heard a slamming door echo throughout the house. The sound flipped a switch inside of your brain, tears welling up in your eyes as you realized you overreacted just a little. You stood in his kitchen, sobbing as you tried to calm yourself down. You didn’t mean it and neither did he, but you were devastated that you upset him so much that he wanted you to go home. When you were done wiping at the tears on your cheeks, you sat down on the barstool at his kitchen island.

After a quick email to your boss, explaining why your proposal wasn’t sent and that you needed the rest of the day, you set off for Harry’s bedroom. The door slamming definitely came from downstairs and you assumed that meant he was either in his studio or he went for the pool house. You decided to give him his space as you crawled into his massive bed, resting your head on his pillow with a heavy heart and tired eyes. Maybe it was too soon for you to be living together like this? You loved Harry and you wanted your relationship to go the distance. But maybe things were moving too fast for you to handle. Squeezing your eyes shut, you tried to fight off another wave of tears that were building up behind your waterline.

“Darling?” Harry’s voice startled you, his presence a lot closer than you expected when you opened your eyes. “You alright?”

“No.” You whimpered, your lower lip shaking a little as you shook your head. “I’m sorry I was such a bitch.”

“Hey now,” He tutted, climbing under the covers before he wrapped his arms around your body. “I don’t want to hear you say that again. You weren’t being a bitch, you were just upset. S’perfectly normal and I’m not upset with you.”

“I didn’t mean what I said.” You cried into his shoulder, tucking your arms around his body as he cooed softly. “I love your face and I want to see it all the time.”

“I know, darling.” He let out a soft chuckle, brushing a hand over the back of your head as his lips pressed over your forehead. “I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I love being here with you and I really don’t want to go anywhere….but I’m scared.” You confessed, tilting your head back as you sniffled. Harry’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at you. He lifted his hand, pulling the sleeve of his hoodie over his finger before he wiped under your nose. “Gross.”

“You were dripping.” He chuckled. “Why are you scared, love?”

“Because this is all so soon.” You cleared your throat. “I don’t want us to fall apart before we even have the chance to start and I’m afraid living together is putting a strain on us.”

“All because of one fight?” He said. “We’re going to fight, darling. It would happen even if we were living separately, I know it would. It’s only natural to disagree with each other or to be upset when something happens. We’re only human.”

“So you don’t want me to go?” You asked.

“No, I really don’t.” He confessed. “And I’m honestly surprised we’ve made it this far without going for each other’s throats. Think we beat Mitch and Sarah out on that one.”

“Those two are so zen.” Your eyes widened. “They’ve been fighting.”

“Sarah’s drumming is very disturbing to Mitch’s writing process and she doesn’t like the way he eats pasta.” Harry rolled his eyes. “We’re going to be fine, love. But if you really want some time alone or you’re thinking about going back-”

“I don’t want to go anywhere.” You whispered. “I want to stay right here with you.”

“I wouldn’t be upset if you wanted to go home.” He said softly, pressing his forehead against yours. “I want you to be happy.”

“I’m happy with you.” With a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, you knew that everything would be okay. “But I really do have to say, Sarah has a point with that pasta thing. You know you slurp when you eat spaghetti-”

“Oi! I do not slurp!” He cried out, pulling back to look down at you. “You cheat at Scrabble!”

“I do not!” You laughed, shocked by his accusation.

“Why are you always on your phone then!” A smug smirk settled over his lips as your cheeks grew warm. “I knew it!”

“I don’t always know how to spell the words I’m thinking of!” You groaned, tucking your head into the crook of his neck.

“Well, if we’re going on about things we dislike,” He started. “Let me say a few things about you that I love.”

“Do tell.” You grumbled.

“I love when you’re sleepy because it’s almost like seeing you drunk. You stumble around and you forget what you’re saying in the middle of a sentence. I love when you’re snuggling up to my side even though we haven’t left each other alone for the entire day. It’s like you’re still happy to see me...to be with me even though we’ve been together for months now.”

“I am.” You whispered. “I love how thoughtful you are. Like, when you get out of the shower you leave the water running because you know I want to hop in before I get too cold. And I love the way you sing under your breath all the time, even when you don’t notice you’re doing it!”

“I do that a lot?” He asked, a soft chuckle escaping him as you nodded. “You know what else I love?”

“What?” You tilted your head back, looking into his eyes as he smiled.

“You.”

It felt as though the world stopped spinning.

It felt as though you were the only two left in the world and that nothing else mattered because Harry loved you. Like earlier, your eyes began to water with emotion and your heart was pounding hard against your ribcage. You felt so full and warm and happy and loved. Surging forward, you pressed your lips to his with a wet giggle. He was quick to accept your sappy and tearful kiss, molding his lips with yours in a perfect rhythm. When you realized you hadn’t said it back to him, you pulled away with a quick gasp. Harry's lips trailed over your cheek as you spoke.

“I love you, too.”

And despite the annoying things about your boyfriend that got on your nerves, you really did love him with your whole heart.

That alone was enough to ensure you that everything would be okay.

#I hope this is okay #insert that pouty sad eye emoji #I am struggling to write anything that isn't honeybee #and I feel like this is shit #boyfriendathon #is that the right tag?#liv tell me if it's wrong lol

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adorerdraco · 4 years

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Malfoy’s Gone Soft! ✧ Draco x Reader

Summary: Draco, your boyfriend, is mean to everyone until you call him out for it.

Warnings: mentions of bullying :( and a couple profanities :0

Words: 2K

A/N: omg i wrote this on a whim while listening to the euphoria score soundtrack in like an hour idk if its all that but i have no idea what i’m going to do next for Healing Heart so for now i’m just going to write other things for Draco until i get inspired ! & feel free to send me requests ! also thank you for 100 followers you guys are amazingggg !!!!!!!!!!! *insert pouty emojy*

The sound of arrogant and boisterous laughter filled the courtyard, the Slytherin Prince and his minions were tossing around a book bag that a helpless 2nd year Hufflepuff was chasing around every time it was thrown to another boy. One of the boys yelled a foul, “mudblood!” that made the boy tear up as he reached and jumped up for his bag that was in the air every few seconds. It was nothing new to the school, Draco and his band of bullies would bother anyone who they found as an easy target just for the fun of it.

Unfortunately for Draco, you had been passing by through one of the corridors with a group of friends when you had seen the fiasco. As much as you adored your boyfriend, you couldn’t deny the sometimes nasty persona that he had and how much it bothered you. He would always swear up and down that he would stop his antics, but you often encountered him or heard from other people of him being in the same situations that he had promised would stop.

You marched your way over to the group, a fire in your step and your eyes fixated on Draco who was laughing like a fool. You watched as Goyle rushed to elbow Draco’s side, earning him a look until he had pointed in your direction. All joy in the blond’s face quickly drained once he saw your vexed expression heading towards him.

The book bag had dropped from his hands onto the stoned courtyard ground, the young Hufflepuff hastily grabbed it and ran off in tears back into the castle. You stomped up to Draco, noticing how he had visibly swallowed in fear at what your reaction would be.

“What happened to, ‘I swear I’ll stop being a git to everyone!’” You asked him incredulously, mocking his voice as you quoted him.

“Malfoy said that?” Blaise chuckled as if it were a joke. Both you and Draco turned to give him a frenzied look.

“Y/N, I...” Draco trailed off, looking around at his friends who were awaiting his response with smug smiles on their faces. Then he looked towards you, a hope glittering in your eyes that he would reassure you and be the sensitive boy you knew behind closed doors and away from his every day reputation. “I...”

“So you have nothing to say for yourself?” you deadpan, a scowl making its way onto your face when you realized he wasn’t going to apologize.

“Why do you care what I do to a stupid little Hufflepuff?” He snickers. Whatever hope you had left went up in flames, he had chosen his reputation.

“Because it’s mean,” you sneered. “Why would I want to be with an arse like that?”

With that, you turned on your heel, walking out of the courtyard and back to your friends where you walked to your next class without turning back to look at the group of shocked boys.

“I think you just got dumped, mate.”

“Merlin’s sake, do you ever shut up Zabini?” Draco fumed, his heart breaking at the question and his mind running a million miles per minute. He began walking towards the entrance of the castle to head into the common room, bumping shoulders aggressively with Blaise as he did.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

You weren’t sure whether or not you and the Slytherin Prince were broken up. Of course, it was the last thing you wanted but you were sick of the endless excuses and empty promises. You knew of the package deal Draco Malfoy came with when you started dating him, but there was a point when it all became too much. You were hoping in a last ditch effort, that if he genuinely really cared for you and respected your wishes, this would be the final push he needed to change.

It’s not like you were asking him to completely stop being himself. You were only asking for him to stop with the unprovoked teasing and pushing around of innocent bystanders. His friends especially, were a big reason why he continued to do it as he loved being the leader of the group and all that came with his positions as; the funniest, the most attractive and charming, the smartest, the wealthiest, the strongest. It was all just a game to him but he never saw the aftermath of his tormenting and how it could really affect someone or their day. You were like a broken record, repeating to him over and over again the same wish you had for him but he never absorbed it.

So now here you were, furiously writing your Potions essay in the library as your mind ran with thoughts of the aggravating platinum blond and nothing having to do with Calming Draught.

“Write any harder and you’ll break your quill,” a certain timid voice said from in front of your table. You didn’t look up, already knowing it was Draco. You didn’t want to give in so easily to his intoxicating nature because the second his scared gray eyes were to meet yours, you’d melt. “Y/N, I’m sorry. For what happened in the courtyard.”

You sighed, setting down your quill and shaking your head, eyes still trained on your parchment. “It’s not just what happened in the courtyard, Draco. It’s that you do this to someone new every single day.”

“I’ve been this way all my life, I can’t just change who I am,” he argues. You finally look at him, the both of you silently seething at each other.

“That’s not an excuse!”

“Shh! Quiet down, the two of you or you will be asked to leave,” Madam Pince exclaims angrily from her desk. You turned back to Draco, hard eyes trained on him as he glared back at you with the same irritated look.

“I would just like to know why my girlfriend feels the need to suck the life out of all my fun,” he says lowly to you. Your face goes scarlet as you try to contain your wrath from being let out on the whole library, and on Draco who wouldn’t even know where to begin to handle it. But as angry as you were, it was quickly replaced with anguish and pooling tears as you thought of the main reason why you had wanted him to be nicer.

“Because your ex-girlfriend knows how it feels like to get bullied and targeted every day for no reason,” you spit sorrowfully. “I know what it’s like to live on the opposite end of what you think is fun and I promise you it’s nothing near that.”

You hurriedly grabbed all your things and rushed out of the library with tears streaming down your face as Draco only stood there feeling like the biggest most insensitive idiot and asshole in the world.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It had been a week since the incident at the library and the both of you couldn’t be any more miserable. It had gotten to the point where Draco felt ashamed and gross if he was even accidentally rude to someone, let alone on purpose. The blond boy watched you intently from his Slytherin table in the Great Hall, his friends and their conversation sounding like a distant incoherent buzzing as he focused onto your sad and defeated face and figure from afar.

He had tried everything he could think of to get your attention, to get you to hear his apologies, but you wouldn’t give him the time of day; you refused to. You were beyond hurt. Not only because of Draco, but also because of the painful memories that had resurfaced that you spent so long trying to get over. It was all just a mess and Draco regretted everything he had said to you and everything he didn’t do for you.

“Just give it a rest, Draco,” Pansy sighs exasperated at the boy’s longing stares. “She broke up with you, stop pouting about it and move on.”

“Shut up, Pansy,” Draco sneers. “Mind your business why don’t you.”

“I’m just saying, if I was her, I would never do or say anything to ruin our relationship,” she shrugs, peering up at the frowning Slytherin through her eyelashes.

“You’re not her though, are you?” Draco snarks, his eyes squinting at her as he shoots the mean remark her way. All the surrounding boys give an “oooh” at the interaction, cackling as they watch Pansy go red in the face before abruptly standing up and leaving the table in a rush.

Draco did the same and removed himself from the table to dart out of the Great Hall and towards an empty corridor near the courtyard where he liked to hide on an large windowsill. He had enough of his despair and enough of sitting around and doing nothing to win you back, so he got to work on something that would be his last and this time big gesture, to get you to listen.

A few hours had gone by, it was sunny and there was a nice breeze that was perfect for Draco’s plan on winning you back. He especially knew that when the weather was like this, you enjoyed sitting on a bench in the courtyard, the sun caressing your face with warmth as you read a book.

He walked out of the corridor and towards the courtyard, and just like he knew, he spotted you sitting at your favorite bench angled towards the sun and deeply entranced in whatever book was in your lap. He took a deep breath before nearing you, stopping a few feet away to where you didn’t notice his presence just yet. His hand reached into the pocket of his robes, picking out the small and large variety of origami birds notes he had written and charmed to fly over to you and around you in a pretty and gentle circle. A bouquet of red and y/h colored flowers had appeared in his hands behind his back, all he was waiting for was for you to accept him.

You looked up from your book, eyeing all the paper birds that were fluttering around you and across the way was a frantic looking Draco with his hands hiding something behind his back. You let out a deep exhale, reaching out to grab one of the birds and unfolding the note to read his perfect cursive.

I’m sorry.

Then you grabbed another.

Please forgive me.

Then another.

You are everything to me.

And another.

I promise to change my habits.

And then the final one, the biggest bird of the bunch.

I should have listened to you from the beginning and I’m sorry I haven’t been more sympathetic. I’m also sorry that you had to go through that in your past. You are so beautiful and strong and deserve everything good in this world.

You placed your book to the side and stood up, opening your arms in a hug for Draco before he bolted towards you and enveloped you into his arms with a sigh of relief.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” he apologizes again into your hair as he nuzzled into you. He pulled back, handing you the large bouquet of flowers that made you blush as red as the roses that were mixed into the assortment. “I can’t promise you I’ll be perfect, but I swear on everything I love, I’ll try.”

“You don’t have to be perfect, Dray,” you chortle. “All I’m asking is for you not to be such a terrorizing little git.”

“Done,” he grins, throwing himself into your arms again as you giggled and ran your hands through his hair.

The two of you plop onto the bench below you, Draco peppering kisses all over your face in glee and gratefulness that you gave him another chance to prove himself. He didn’t even dare remove himself from you when he saw his friends strolling by, snickering and pointing to the nearly snogging couple.

“Malfoy’s gone soft!” Blaise yells across the yard, the rest of the boys laughing in response as usual like the mindless bozo’s that they were. Draco rolled his eyes, throwing them the middle finger before nuzzling himself back into your embrace.

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