Older Drarry makes me so emo because neither of them probably thought they’d live past seventeen. Hell, even after the war, Harry couldn’t shake off the feeling of death looming over him, like nothing came out of life more than death and death and death because it was all he had ever known of.
And after nearly three years in Azkaban, the stench of death and the trace of lost souls lingered with Draco, accompanying him on his daily walks through the Manor's withering rose gardens.
However, the older versions of Harry and Draco get to spend their days in Spain basking in the sun, and their wrinkled skin is covered with more than just scars. On Harry's hands, freckles sprawled like constellations, and a dragon tattoo roars to life on Draco's torso.
Draco's hair is more silver than blond, whereas Harry's hair and beard are all salt and pepper. Nightmares are long-forgotten memories replaced by dreams of having five seven children coming to fruition. They were stay-at-home dads for a while (which is perhaps the only time Harry has ever felt grateful rather than embarrassed about his astounding fortune). Until the children have grown up and moved on with their lives.
Now, Draco is a poet and Harry is an artist, both under pseudonyms. Without the rest of the world knowing, they are each other's muse. They have died and lived for each other in secret and their love is the most sacred thing they have ever held in the palm of their hands.
Harry no longer regrets coming back from the dead and Draco no longer resents himself for spending all those years hating Harry rather than loving him.
Draco, however, still scolds Harry for making his tea not scalding enough, to which Harry only rolls his eyes at. Harry still cuts his sandwiches into triangles because it makes ‘more bread’, which doesn’t make sense to Draco and probably never will.
Older Draco and Harry get to live the life they deserve and so much more. They get to watch a hundred more sunrises and a thousand more sunsets and the stars in the sky have woven into newer and more complex constellations just for them.
The road to all is well was a long one, but neither Draco nor Harry would change a thing.
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but daddy i love him! // theodore nott x fem granger reader
playlist : but daddy i love him - taylor swift
summary : being hermiones slightly younger , less intelligant and more reblellious sister, it is your duty to have a boyfriend no one approves of to match.
y/n used , gryffindor granger reader , swearing
masterlist PART 2!
"merlin hes so hot" you whined with you head in your hand , staring across the hall at theodore nott.
hermione shuddered in disgust , "yeah and hes a terrible person."
"mione hes really not , just because hes slytherin doesnt mean hes some kind of horrific monster," you rolled your eyes , finally looking away from theodore and looking at hermione across from you.
"dont mix your delusion with reality y/n. him and his friends have bullied us since first year," hermione snapped back.
"whos us? ive never been teased by him before but stay safe i guess," you argued , getting more annoyed by the second.
"you cant be with him y/n , not only does he not do relationships , clearly , hes not good for you!"
"oh but daddy i love him!" you said in a mocking childish tone.
"did you just call hermione daddy?" ron cringed inbetween his quick eating.
"its a little mermaid reference ronald." you said sternly , judging the boys messy consumption of the food on his full plate.
"whats a little mermaid reference?" he mocked.
you, hermione and harry all looked at him with pure shock , forgetting ron wasnt really accustomed to muggle films , "please educate your man mione."
she gasped in pure horror as ron pretened to gag , they both argued over eachother throwing loud defenses and digs at eachother.
"look! i would actually rather die than listen to one more second of all this bitching and moaning!!" you shouted over them , silencing their arguing as harry nodded along with your statement.
"y/n i dont mean to stir the pot but i dont really think nott is a great partner either," ron said with disgust.
"thanks for that ron! wanna add your two cents harry? seems like everyone cares who i have silly crushes on nowadays!" you fumed , turning to the twins who sat on the table besides you , "good morning george , fred, would you like to give your opinion on theodore nott?"
"hate him," fred stated plainly.
"i always target him in quidditch," george quickly followed with a shrug as you let out a defeated groan.
you turned back to the trio , crossing your arms in anger , "im going to go see ginny , see what she thinks of all this , she always supports me unlike you little goblins!"
"yeah cause ginny has a crush on basically every guy," ron scoffed.
"atleast ginny can admit when she has feeling for someone and doesnt pine on her best friend for years! atleast she isnt in denail!" you said smugly as hermione and ron squirmed in discomfort , blushing.
you abruptly stood up from the table , beginning to stomp away when harry shouted after you , "have a great day mrs nott!"
you turned to look at him , flipping him off before shouting back , "aw you too mr weasley!".
harry blushed as ron looked between the two of you , "shes insane , calling you weasley , what weasley could you possibly marry!"
ron scoffed and continued eating his food as harry scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and exchanged a look with hermione.
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you now found yourself storming the corridors , looking for ginny when someone fell into step besides you , their deep voice making you shudder.
"hello mrs nott."
you stopped in you tracks and looked besides you in horror , theodore smirked down at you.
"erm hi," you mumbled quietly , face deep red in embarrassment. how could you forget the whole time that theodore had been sat with his friends on the table across from you?!
"dont go all shy on me now , i liked how you defended me." he smirked.
"i was really just joking dont get excited ," you teased , finally shaking your shyness.
"didnt sound like a joke to me? you got really worked up granger," he still held his smug expression , eyes peircing yours even when you didnt look back.
"look nott , i just like picking fights with them its funny to tease them." you shrugged continuing your walk as theodore followed still looking at you the whole time.
"go out with me," he said sternly as you paused again.
"are you being serious?" you said trying to seem not as interested as you truly were.
he grabbed your hand and pulled you to the empty classroom besides you , pushing you against the door to shut it.
he put one hand beside your head on the door and the other playing with your hair and grazing your cheekbone , "dead serious."
you looked at him , finally silent for the first time in your life , your silence allowing him to continue , "you can say you dont like me all you want. that its jokes , that its just to get a reaction. but i think we both know its more than that."
"im not gonna be one of your girls nott , im not like that. sure i have a different type to my sister but that doesnt mean i go for fucking man whores who just wanna get me in their bed."
"ouch , your words hurt me, bella. ive never touched a single girl asides from you. ive waited for you." he said softly.
"basically every person in this school says otherwise nott."
his hand that was resting on the door cleched into a first tightly , "stop calling me nott. its theo to you."
"why do you care?" you asked as his frustration grew.
he stared at you now with cold eyes , danger in them like he was staring at his prey. you simply looked back , folding you arms and watching as his eyes flicked down your face.
"dont play hard to get. you practically announced your love for me a second ago y/n." he mumbled.
"sure. ill go out with you, charity work." you joked as he finally dropped his anger and laughed.
"i like it by the way," he said looking up with a smirk as you stared back with confusion , " 'mrs nott,' it suits you."
"hm i dont know. ive always been kinda progressive , mr granger," you smirked before pushing him away with one hand and walking out of the classroom, leaving him to stare at your figure.
the second you found ginny you practically screamed in her face with excitement , "ginnny you will not BELIEVE IT!!"
PART 2
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To her Scar
~Moon dust in your lungs and stars in your eyes ☆~
He was the knock of the wind and blew those dark curtains from the window , enlightening her house. He wore a piece of magic and met her when the fire catched the souls of lovers.
He called her his love, while she called him her scar, he was the escape from the reality of flames of red, he was the embrace of love and comfort, he drew his life around her mind.
She found him to be the escape, the reason to live this reality while he wasn't even real, yet he existed in her mind. He wrapped her as his love, so did she.
She planned an escape from her house and from the people who brought the flames so red that broke the life of the little she. She failed to escape yet she had imagined a runway with him. She threw away those realities and embraced him, made him and loved him.
He was the wind she called for when things would apart, he was ice who stopped that flame of red. He had magic she said, she imagined him changing the whole world just for her. She was in love.
They both made a story of love under the darkness of the sky and Sins of the stars. She found him a charm to her life and kept him tight.
Until she met a man who knew nothing yet everything about her. He knew those unsaid wounds, she was hiding in the name of her lover. He knew all of them. He was the embrace of reality who took her back from her feigned lover. He brought the touch of love, he called her his stella.
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MY STAR, MOON AND GALAXY
[A so called love note]
The whispers in silence rose with the love in the heart, they had so much to say yet none came out but came the whispers in love. Clock passed the time, the sky passed the views, yet the love didn't pass through.
Figure laying in green grass, leaves tangled with her hair, dandelions in hand, the far wide sky with floating clouds changing the shape with the shade of blue, a male beside in warmth. Her hands tangled in his, a kiss on cheeks for a naive love.
She never knew how he
Could grow the rose inside of her.
A peek in her from him would bloom
roses, of different emotions.
Skin to skin touches would grow
the rosy leaves of the rose.
Naive kisses on lips would be
enough to explode daisies
from her mouth.
Turning her into glorifying
garden of love.
His presence was
enough to bloom
The garden is dry.
He was the golden rays of sunshine, dressed well in modernized amour. His touches on dry would leave it graceful and creamed in his scent. A garden for the nobles to visit the love, he was an art painted in royal red and a human is blue.
Light was dark until he came in.
HE WAS THE GALAXY AND
ETHEREAL , ETERNAL SOUL
He had stars behind each eyelids
Had a galaxy in his soul, attracted
People to his endless heart and kindness, like a black hole. Made of Wishes from shooting stars, the skies of love, care, dark and blue. Vast universe seems to be small to put him in words. Shooting stars of the skies made him full of love, weren't beautiful scenarios enchanting enough to describe him?
He was vast to explore, vast to love. He wasn't enough to be explored in one life.
Every life would be small to love him, in words he was apotheosize, in the world he was the universe and to her, he was just someone she would love wide. Stars, moon, yet he was the magical art someone created. Lucelence, caelum, seraphic, leal words wouldn't be vast enough to describe him.
A glance in the skies which held him gently, calmly even with him. Even the skies of pink, purple, dark and blue feel the sensation for him. Careful mind, careless heart in the skies with the floating heart. Delicate Galaxy in him, for her to adore, even within her garden of stars and moons, he had the shine of apotheosize.
His emotional lips, careless heart, messy hair, pair of eyes in love. He was the universe involved with grace, and love.
If he was the moon I would pull a spaceship and land on him, just to be with him and love him. He was an imperfect yet perfect soul to love, he was pure, beautiful and tidy.The moon sings every night,pulls the ocean's tides to shore, his heart belongs to every star,screams dance upon his lips.Between dawn and dusk he was made of miracles and she can run all she wants but in the light of the moon, she still melts for him.
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