So Incredibly Happy To Finally Bring This Out In The Open. We Have Been Working On This Fic For Over

So incredibly happy to finally bring this out in the open. We have been working on this fic for over a month and i'm so so proud of both of us (more you than me@drarrywords ) we've put out time and dedication into this special fic and my dear friend have really out done herself. I actually can't believe it's out and more so I can't believe you're all gonna be able to read it. Thank you @drarrywords for collaborating with me, it has been a heaven working with you.

Here's to All Too Well 🥂.

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All Too Well

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

Part One (8.1K words)

“Because when you are in love, you understand love songs, you understand the beauty of kisses, of slow dances in the kitchen. But you understand heartbreaks too, the voids that one can leave that you want to fill with their voice, the memories you share with them. It’s beautiful, but it can ruin you.”

The first date might not be the most beautiful, oh-so perfect story that concludes with the softest kiss that lights up the corners of your heart. It’s too mainstream, too normal. Since when was a first date with him normal? But it’s a story that he cherishes in his heart because to him, it’s perfect, it’s beautiful.

It’s a Thursday night, the city lights reflecting off the sky: orange tinted clouds that press the summer heat against the sidewalks like a flower between the pages of a book.

Harry walks the length of the floor of his apartment with whiskey in his hand and wonders, with what amounts to only mild interest, if he is about to be stood up by his date.

So, now he had to be in his house with his cat who wasn’t too fond of him.

He isn’t sure why he had said yes. It was a surprise to him too. But at the time, he had said yes because he had wanted to. It was possible, however, that he might’ve said yes because he was out of his mind. Yes, that must be it.

The night before, he had told himself that the date would be a bit of an excitement, different from his routine and not more.

His mind traces back to the way Draco had said: I want to take you out on a date with that soft smile, a touch nervous. So, if he couldn’t form coherent, sensible sentences, it was Draco’s fault. But, he said a simple ‘yes’. It was a feat in itself that he didn’t stutter. But with the relief on Draco’s face, it was clear that he was as nervous about it as Harry was. More so.

He had, however, insisted that he do the reservations and the two of them had decided that Draco would come over to his place first because there was a chance that Draco might have to stay back at work.

He had called for a reservation at a fancy restaurant on that day itself, selected a date outfit of a navy blue dinner jacket and a white shirt that fit his form well. But it had been a waste because Draco had stood him up.

He was one hour late to the date so it was fair to assume that he was struck at work. Or that he had decided that Harry wasn’t worth his time (he had a low self esteem).

His cat was on a new mission for the night: ruin the couch, the pillows and cause more destruction in the house. He adores her with his heart and soul but she is such a menace, “Bella, can you not tear the new pillows to shreds and behave because if he does show up, I don’t want the house to be in a bad state.”

It startles him when the buzzer sounds at the front door.

More so when Draco hurtles through the door.

Draco’s blond hair is ruffled, small strands on his forehead. His chest rises and falls rapidly under his black shirt, a light sheen of perspiration on his face. He waves his hand at him in a way that Harry shouldn’t find half as adorable as he does.

“I’m so sorry, I had to stay back and finish some paperwork.”

The relief when you’re not stood up by your date is different. So he could find it in himself to forgive Draco for once. Sure, he wasn’t on time but it’s better late than never, “No, it’s - you’re here now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be.”

Bella curls up on the sofa and meows at him. She stretches with a yawn and buries herself into it. He strokes her fur, proud of her because she had left his pillows intact for once.

Draco closes the door with a soft thud. He paces over to him, a hand in the pocket of his trousers. It’s too much of a distraction, to be honest. Because Draco is - ethereal in that outfit of his.

Harry takes the final sip of his whiskey. So now, he has a date. A hot, ethereal, handsome date. He is more nervous about the date than he thinks because he almost fumbles with his glass before he places it down. But he isn’t sure he is so tense. It was new to him, “So, dinner?”

“Yeah, dinner sounds fantastic but I have a gift for you before we leave - brace yourself, don’t throw the nearest object at me when you open it.” He takes out a small blue box out of his pocket and holds it out to him, “Wear it to our date though.”

Harry takes the said box from his hand. He turns it over once and opens it. He can’t wear this on his first date to such a posh restaurant. In retrospect, he wants to throw the nearest object at him. Or this box for that matter, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious, I dare you to wear that to our date tonight to that restaurant.”

It’s one of Draco’s most brilliant creations which Harry wasn’t too fond of, to be honest. The badges he created in the fourth year in the Triwizard Tournament. Such a charmer. The blond inches closer to him and taps on the badge. It turns from ‘Potter Stinks’ to read: ‘But he is hot.”

A delicate blush blossoms across his cheeks.

Draco scrunches his nose as he takes the badge from his hand and pins it on the top of his chest. So now, Harry has no choice but to wear it. So be it. “Isn’t it a fantastic gift? I modified it so that you don’t cancel this date but it’s true, you’re hot.”

“Says you. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

Harry curses under his breath.

He wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Or disappear. Who says that on the first date? It was true but if he went on to describe his magnificence, he might write a poem about it and embarrass himself further because it might be a task to take his eyes off Draco tonight.

“Mm, creative.”

“No, it’s not and before I do more of that, we should head out for dinner.”

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The restaurant was on West 13th and 3rd, near a records store.

It was an Italian restaurant. He would’ve chosen a wizarding restaurant but it has been a while since he has been out in public there. He does not wish to be on the front page of the prophet because he was there more often than not.

He wasn’t too fond of being the topic of the conversation for weeks because people were more invested in his personal life than their own. But then again, what was the alternative? So, he remains out of the public eye instead.

A faint light falls over his eyes.

Harry thought of what colour they might be away from the shadows and artificial lights of the restaurant. Now that was a bad sign. You don’t wonder about the colour of someone’s eyes for no reason. It’s sort of close to a small crush if you do.

“You can’t be serious,” Harry says. He refuses to believe that. It can’t be true. Because no one has Mean Girls as their favorite movie. Doesn’t matter if it’s a personal preference, “Draco, no.”

“Or the notebook, that one is brilliant.”

“Mm, now that is a brilliant movie but I cry whenever I watch it so I would rule that out too. But to be honest, out of the movies that came out this year, Spiderman 2 was the best.”

“Debatable stance.”

Harry scoffs, because there is no way he will take criticism for that movie, “It’s not debatable, it was the best movie. It has romance, perfect action sequences and an excellent storyline so I’m 99.9 percent sure you share the same opinion.”

“No, we don’t have the same opinion on that movie.”

“I won’t take a movie critic from someone who’s favorite movie is Mean Girls and sure, why wouldn’t it be your favorite movie? It’s so you - you’re mean, you’re such a Regina George.”

Draco arches a brow, “Oh? No, I’m sure why Spiderman 2 is your favorite movie because it’s about a spider who is in some sort of trouble within the first two seconds because his survival instincts are of a kitten on crack - sound familiar?”

Yes, it sounds familiar. Who here is a) the chosen one b) had to save the world because he had superpowers (he did not have superpowers as such but the villain thought it would be cool to traumatize a child and turn him into a horcrux) c) had such top-tier survival instincts - Oh, wait. It’s him, “I’m sorry if I prefer a fight over a blonde barbie being mean, Draco.”

“I’m sorry if I prefer the said blond barbie over someone who was bitten by an unstable crime-fighting spider who shoots webs out of his hands and chooses to cope with half the problems in his life with humor or sarcasm.”

“Ouch, that is such an indirect way to say that you don’t like me.”

It elicits a boisterous, carefree laugh out of Draco and well - shit. Half an hour into the date and a pretty smile, and Harry was singing like a lovable urchin on a barricade in France. Oh fuck, this was the sort of stuff that ended up in the papers.

“Oh no, I do. Sarcastic brunettes with pretty green eyes and glasses and have an incredible amount of sass are the ones I’m attracted to the most.”

A delicate blush blossoms across his cheeks.

So, he has pretty eyes.

Oh, what a time to be alive.

He couldn’t sound much confident in return (it’s the nerves) or flirt, for that matter. But before he can come up with a response, a waiter walks up to their table, “Good evening, I’m Jacques - what would you like to drink today?”

Harry skims through the wine list, relieved that he can conceal the faint line of pink on his face for now. He could only hope that the nervousness wouldn’t clamber to climb out of him in static bursts of magic, “What is the best red wine you have?”

“I would recommend the Domaine Loubejac Pinot Noir, sir.”

“Sounds brilliant, we’ll have that please.” Draco says, as he hands him back his own wine list, a trace of faint amusement in his eyes at his reaction, his mouth curved into one of his self-satisfied smirks, “we’ll take the bottle, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.” It was the most he could muster in that moment because that smirk causes his heartbeat to quicken in his chest and he can’t so much sort out the thoughts in his head, “that sounds brilliant.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks, Sir.”

Draco nods, “I thought that you would choose some other place for our date and not a posh restaurant. A movie or a park or a bookstore date but you never cease to surprise me.”

Not the best options for a first date though.

Harry brushes a strand of hair out of his face, “We don’t share the same taste in movies, we’re not that old yet to have a date in the park and a bookstore sounds brilliant but I didn’t consider that.”

“Maybe our second date can be in a bookstore.”

If his heart fails to function right now, it will be Draco’s fault.

No, because he would love that date. It sounds much better than a posh restaurant because it’s ten times better. It was too domestic but while he was on that topic, might as well have that second date in a bookstore instead, “Yeah, yeah I would love that because I want to buy some books so -”

“Since when do you read?”

“I read more often than not, why does that surprise you?” He says as Jacques comes over to the table with a bottle of wine and holds it out for him to read the label.

“Would you like to taste it before you purchase the bottle, Sir?”

“Oh, sure but he would be a better wine taster than I am.”

The waiter nods and uncorks the bottle, pouring a teaspoon size portion into Draco’s wine glass. Draco picks up the glass and swirls it around and inhales it before he sips it, “Oh, yeah it’s perfect.”

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready to order.” Jacques says while he pours the wine into the glasses, places the bottle in the middle of the table before he paces over to the other side.

Harry swirls his own drink around, takes a sip while he tilts his head back and the sweet, oaky liquid spreads out over his tongue. Yeah, it’s perfect. But he doesn’t have wine too often.

Draco flips through the menu, his nose scrunched up in the way it is when he reads. Harry decides to not focus on that (adorable) nose scrunch and pretends to be interested in his own menu instead. He has several options and he is somewhat indecisive. It’s hard to choose.

It isn’t the place he prefers but he doesn’t mind that since his date is rather proper and he wants it to be right.

If he is honest with himself, he should’ve chosen a better place.

Harry sneaks a glance at Draco from behind his menu and catches a hint of a smile on his face. He is rather cute when he smiles, with those dimples and the soft light in his warm eyes, “Harry?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Draco takes a sip of his wine, “Say, if we were to ditch the restaurant and instead, take our date somewhere other than here to a place that you and I both find better, would you be open to that idea?”

Shit, perhaps Draco can sense his discomfort. Now, he isn’t sure if he can form an articulate sentence but yes, if he has the choice, he would much rather be somewhere other than here, “I - can you read minds?”

He closes the menu and places it in front of him, “No, I’m not a mind reader but I’m observant and Harry, it was thoughtful of you to choose the most fanciest restaurant here, you have impeccable taste but I can sense that you’re out of your element here. So, if you want to take our date to some other place, there is a bookstore down the street that you might love.”

Harry has a burst of fondness in his chest; it’s like a small explosion which is pleasant but it startles him too.

But the reason he chose such a posh restaurant is because he wanted the date to be perfect and now, a bookstore would sort of be a bust but he would prefer that over a mainstream restaurant date, “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that, by the way. Bookstores are perfect, no matter what the occasion. I live and breathe books, so don’t overthink it, Harry.”

Harry fishes out his wallet and places the money for the wine on the table (more than he should) and stands up and holds out his arm to Draco in faint amusement, “So, shall we?”

It elicits a soft laugh out of him.

Draco straightens up and curls his fingers around his arm and the two of them head out of the restaurant, off to that bookstore down the street. Though it was sort of far, it was perfect to walk on a summer night with the beautiful city lights, the warm air and Draco’s hand around his arm.

“Thank you for that, it was a fantastic choice but for future reference, you don’t have to choose places that you aren’t comfortable in for me.”

“I wanted it to be perfect.” Harry says. Perhaps, he has placed a lot of power in Draco’s hand but he found himself possessed by an impulse to be honest with him, “Oh, did I seem too - I’m sorry.”

Though he wishes he could hold himself back, words come out of his mouth in a rush, “I wish that it could’ve been better and that we didn’t have to leave because I’m so - nervous for no reason and you’re - oh, you’re brilliant.”

“What?”

Harry turns to him, stricken, and thinks that he has it wrong once more. “No, I was the one who was half an hour late to out date and you must’ve thought that I stood you up and you wore that badge because I wanted you to which was sort of too much and I’m sorry that I was such an -”

“Oh no, don’t be sorry for that, it’s one of your most brilliant creations and I can’t not wear it and you said that I’m hot in a suit so I have to show off.”

Draco tips his head back and laughs and it was the most beautiful sound he has heard.

No one has to be sorry.

Not tonight.

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A soft music drifts in the store.

Harry was on the floor with Draco in the corner, on a soft carpet, with several romance novels open in front of them.

The two of them had decided to play a small game to amuse themselves.

You had to skim through the books and read the dirtiest line out loud. So far, it was 2-0 because Draco had only read the most romantic, beautiful lines so far. “Oh, hear this out - what is love? Oh, we have different definitions for that word. But where most of us search for our own definitions, I found mine - it’s him.”

Harry lifts his brows, “So profound but you misunderstand the point of our game, we have to read the dirtiest line - for instance, why doesn’t your mouth work? Now, that is one more point for me, you are a loser and I swear, if you read one more line from Romeo and Juliet, I will cry.”

“But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

“I will throw that book out of the window.”

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy. I take thee at my word,” Draco whispers in a soft voice with a small smirk (which causes those small bursts of fondness in his chest once more), “call me but love and I’ll be new baptized.”

“No comments on the fact that I said you’re a loser?”

“No, none but here, I found one: I want to come but the decision has been quite hard on me - now that is one point for me and here is one more - I found a position that I like, that is two points and he took it better than I thought which makes it three.”

The fact that he called him a loser must’ve struck a nerve.

Harry covers his face with a book to hide his futile attempts to conceal his laugh but Draco takes the book from his hand with a scoff, “Harry, you have the dirtiest mind, I swear.”

“As if yours isn’t.”

“Debatable stance,” Draco inches closer to him with a book in his hand, his features much softer now and a breath caught in his throat with a touch of hesitance in his voice as he says, “do you want to read together?”

“If that isn’t Romeo and Juliet, yes.”

“No it’s not, don’t worry.” Draco rests his head on his shoulder with a soft sigh, the book in his hand while he reads out the first chapter in his poshest voice and it didn’t matter what the storyline was but the fact that he can bask in Draco’s presence in a bookstore on a summer night was the most beautiful place to be.

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The warm light of the sun filters into the room through the cracks in the blinds and casts subtle shadows over the room. It cascades over Draco and that adds a beautiful colour to his moonlight-pale skin. Golden. He reaches out and trails his fingers over his bare back, over the smooth skin.

Harry retracts his hand, a small knot forming in his throat.

“Good morning,” Draco whispers as turns over to the side to face him, his warm, silver eyes much softer now. The flecks of blue in his eyes were visible too.

He can’t resist the small smile that threatens to form on his face.

“Oh, what time is it?”

Harry casts a tempus without his wand (sometimes he is shallow and wants to show off) and it reads 7:40 AM, which surprises him because he hasn’t slept that well for a month which is because his mind tends to wake him up with nightmares. But it’s the first night that Draco spent with him, so that might be the reason he slept well and didn’t wake up because of a nightmare.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

The suddenness of it startles him but he nods once he recovers from it.

But Draco seems somewhat hesitant now and it might be because he said it in the spur of the moment. It was understandable because he did that often himself, “It’s that - this is the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

It was mutual.

“Same.”

“Since I told you mine, why don’t you tell me one of your secrets?”

A frown creases his forehead. He did have secrets but he couldn’t voice them out-loud. It wouldn’t be a secret if he did. He isn’t ready to do so, “But what kind of a secret?”

“Any kind.”

It’s soft next to you, it’s safe if I come close. Because there must be a destiny here, in your hands. When you walk in, my heart beats in a different way. The corner of your smile, the one towards me when you’re in the driver’s seat, the way it lifts when you look over me - it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen the stars like the one in your eyes.

“I don’t have secrets, Draco.”

“Oh no, we all have secrets of our own.”

You’re in the thoughts or the dreams that I have. I’ve learnt the slant of your brow, the sound of your voice, the rhythm of your steps and your scent. I would know you in other universes too, without a doubt. I would find you. I would choose you in a thousand lifetimes.

“If you insist, here is a secret: I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Of crowds, of dark places and of isolation and of you. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want you to break my heart. It’s yours to break but I want you to love it, to keep it safe, to keep it with you forever.

“Of those balloons which have a smiley face on them.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, I’m serious - it’s not a pretty smile because it haunts me.”

“Tell me one more.”

I love you.

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Draco closes the door of the car behind him with a loud thud, which reverberates in the silence of the night. He tilts his head up at the sky, breathes a slow breath, "It's your fault, you wanted to take this route because you thought it would be adventurous and now, we're in the middle of nowhere and our car broke down."

He decides to chime in with a quip to lighten the situation, which might've not been the best idea but he can't fix the car or do much here, "It is adventurous, we're in the middle of nowhere."

He receives one of Draco's most infamous stares but it's somewhat half-hearted, which translates to a silent treatment. But it would only ruin the night for the two of them. "Draco, I'm sorry."

But sorry doesn't cut it.

"No, you're not sorry, Harry."

Harry slides in next to him, interlaces his fingers with Draco's but Draco pulls his hand back and crosses his arms over his chest. It was worth a shot, but he has to do more than that if he wants Draco to break his silence and there is a chance it might not work.

"I - fine, I'm not sorry, Draco."

He breathes out a small breath and it forms a cloud of cold air in front of him. The scene out here is beautiful. Infinite stars cover the night sky. The moon illuminates the water below, over the serene waves that crash over the shore.

"Do you remember when we said we wouldn't do anniversaries?"

Because he remembers it well.

"You said you didn't understand the concept of anniversaries, of the celebration of love but in the first month, you went out of your way to recite those lines from Romeo and Juliet that you did in the bookstore on the night of our first date.

We danced in the kitchen in the refrigerator light on our favorite song and now it's our tradition to dance to it on our anniversaries.

You gifted me a poem that you had written for me and that badge in that blue box once more, but it said 'I love you, you stubborn pain in the ass' instead of what it said before because you weren't sure if you could've said it out-loud for the first time. But you did. You did when we were in bed that night, when I told you to teach me some phrases in French and the first words you taught me were Je T’aime which translates to ``I love you.”

It was one of his fondest memories of them.

"Oh, love," Harry leans closer and whispers into his ear, well aware of the fact that Draco has a weakness for that endearment (sometimes he is sort of shallow), "It's beautiful out here and more so because I'm here with you. So no, I'm not sorry that I chose to take the other route instead because you and I - we're here together."

He can sense that he has made some sort of a breakthrough here.

He turns to stand in front of Draco, with a small, apologetic smile.

"But I'm sorry that I ruined your plans for the night." He places his hands over Draco's own and rubs small circles on his forearm before he uncrosses them and to his utmost surprise, Draco doesn't resist.

He cradles Draco's hand on his own and places a small kiss on the back of his hand, "Hear me out, Juliet?"

Now, he has but one chance.

“But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

One more kiss on his forehead. “Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy.”

“I take thou at my word.” He trails his hands down to Draco's waist while he pecks his eyelids, his cheeks and the tip of his nose, which turns into a rich shade of crimson. He can't decide if it's because of the cold or not.

“Call me but love and I'll be new baptized.”

Draco resists the smile that threatens to form on his face, but it's sort of a futile attempt, "It's thee not thou."

"I said that on purpose, Juliet." Harry has a soft smile of his own on his face while a familiar warmth curls up in his chest.

It elicits a soft laugh out of him.

Draco's arms curl around him as he pulls Harry into a tight embrace, his face buried in his neck, "I'm sorry, I don't want to ruin it. Our anniversaries, it matters to both of us and I don't - I want it to be perfect."

Harry places a kiss on the top of his head, holds him close for a moment before he whispers, "It is perfect, I'm with you - what more do I want?"

He receives a light shove from Draco, "Now, don't be such a sap, no more sentiments."

His laugh filters out and he finds himself to be entranced by Draco's features once more, by the soft, silver eyes and the slight slant of his brow and that fond smile.

"Dance with me, Juliet?" Harry reaches up and pressed his hand against Draco's cheek, his brown bejeweled fingers a contrast to Draco's moonlight pale skin. Draco turns his face into the curve of his palm and kisses it.

"No, not if you call me Juliet and you can't dance well."

"I can dance better than you now, I've taught myself to be better than I was before." He says with a soft laugh while he leads Draco by the hand, closer to the water.

The moonlight soothes the beach into a soft, vibrant blue. The noise of the waves crashing the sand, the slight murmur of the wind.

Draco dips his head forward. Harry stays there - he has become a master at that by now - but his face heats up, "Prove it, Potter."

But Draco's hand is back on his waist and he pulls Harry close without warning and his hands are on Draco's shoulder and their hands are intertwined, "Who said you could lead, Malfoy?"

"Harry, you and I both know that you can't lead a dance, but you lead well in the bedroom when we-"

"Not now, Draco - don't do this to me." His movements are mismatched and he misses the four oh-so obvious beats that he has been counting in his head.

"You said you can dance."

"It's a warm up, the point stands."

Draco moves with more precision now with a rhythm in his head that Harry can't follow. Or figure out, for that matter. He stumbles, trips over his own feet and Draco's feet, "You're worse than before."

"By all means, teach me to dance."

"You dance in the beats of four - one, two, three, four," Draco demonstrates as he drags Harry around the area and because of the sand, it was sort of hard to follow him, "It's a box."

"It's not a box, it's more than that."

Draco places a finger underneath his chin and tilts his head up, his smile a touch hesitant and soft, "Move with me, yeah?"

So he does.

Draco leans forward, his mouth over his ear and starts to sing a song, under his breath so that Harry can make out the words and his own movements are swift now. It was a waltz, slow and sweeping and romantic in a way that made his heart almost flutter.

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby."

It's that one time throughout the day when he wants time to cease and be here forever.

"People say that love's a game, a game you just can't win

If there's a way, I'll find it someday

And this fool will rush in."

Harry closes his eyes, leans his head against Draco's as the words wash over him.

Yes, it isn't one of the best ways to spend such an occasion but for now and to him, it's perfect because he is with Draco and with him, it's a beautiful, rose-colored world.

"Put your head on my shoulder

whisper in my ear, baby

words I want to hear, baby."

In all, it wasn't the worst way to spend one of your anniversaries, stranded in a beautiful place with your partner because your car broke down and you don't have a spare tire or a charm to fix it. Not the best, but it's not the worst. It's a fine line, "Oh, did I mention that I'm a fool for you, sweetheart?"

Draco dips him once more and holds him there only for a second, "You mentioned that several times over the month, yes."

"Brilliant, did I mention that I love you?"

"One hundred and four times this month, to be precise - voicemails and post-it notes and drunk confessions considered."

Draco slows down and brings their steps to a halt. He stands there for a moment while Harry leans on him more than he supports his own weight, "Oh, for the - why do you have to mention those drunk confessions of love?"

"No, I must mention the drunk confessions because you wanted to publish an article in the newspaper to proclaim your love for me."

"It's on the new to-do list of the year, I will do that one day."

"So, Harry - out of curiosity, is there a chance that I might be in that to-do list of yours?"

"You wish but there was one more task on the said to-do list and I suppose it's time to cross that off now."

Draco arches a thin, pale brow towards him, "One more task - wait, do you plan to propose tonight because if you do I -"

"I - what? No? What? No, I don't."

"Oh, I - I thought you were - I'm sorry, I'm not sure why that was the first thought that occurred to me."

Harry hums, "No, there is no proposal tonight and if there was, I'm sure I wouldn't've been so discreet about it and that you would've pieced it together for sure."

"True story."

"But, I have a gift for you and yes, I know we said we wouldn't do gifts on our anniversaries either but I couldn't resist so here," He takes off the concealment charm on the box which now rests in his hand and holds it out to Draco, "but be careful, it's delicate."

"But Harry, we said no gifts on our future anniversaries."

Harry kisses the back of Draco's hand, turns it over, places the box in his palm and encloses his fingers around it. "Yeah, yeah we did but don't consider this one, consider the anniversaries after this one."

"But why?"

"Because I love you?"

"Oh, you and I both know that isn't the reason, Harry."

"I - fine, do you remember when we went to Japan for a trip, I gifted you an omamori charm for luck and protection and you said that no one has done something so thoughtful for you before?"

"Yes, I remember that and I said that Tokyo had turned you into an absolute sentimental idiot, too."

"Oh, if I'm such a sentimental idiot, why do you have the omamori charm with you now?"

"Harry, I carry it with me everyday."

"You - wait, why?"

Draco softens as he takes out the said charm, turns it over in his hand. It's blue with a small inscription on it, "Because it reminds of that thoughtful gesture. Because whenever we have a fight, it reminds me of that time in Tokyo when you bought this charm for me and thought that I didn't notice. Because it reminds me of you."

A knot forms in his throat.

Harry caresses Draco's cheekbone with his thumb while pressing their foreheads together as he whispers, "You're more sentimental than I am, for the record."

"Now, that is a discussion for the near future because the point stands, you're more sentimental and we'll take our friends' opinions into consideration, which, by the way will be -"

Harry places his palm over Draco's mouth to cease his incessant ramble because now isn't the time to discuss who is a sentimental one here, "Open the gift, will you?"

Draco swats his hand, "You could've chosen to kiss me instead but no, this is what you decide to do to shut me up."

"I'll return your gift."

"No, wait, I'll open it but don't you dare threaten to return it, Potter."

Draco breathes a slow breath and small nose scrunch, he opens the box which elicits a soft gasp out of him. Not that Draco had mentioned that he wanted that but Harry is observant when it comes to him. But Draco doesn't treat himself with such gifts and Harry has to do it for him instead since self-love is a concept that is somewhat of a sensitive subject with Draco, "I - wait, is this the -"

"The watch you've wanted for months? Yes, it is."

Draco traces his fingertips over the dial, the corners of his mouth curving into a delicate smile, "It's - it's beautiful."

"Turn it over."

On the back of the watch is an inscription. He did consider fifty four options, to be precise before he decided on the one engraved on the watch. Yes, it was simple, but it was significant, "We can have it all?"

"Yes, we can have more bookstore dates where you and I read lines from romance novels or Romeo and Juliet, in your case. We can have trips to new cities, new counties and we can fall in love more and more in the new places. We can have nights where you paint while I read out your favorite poems to you. Or blanket fort nights. We can watch sunsets together, we can be under the night sky and select our favorite stars. We can dance to our song in the kitchen in the refrigerator light. We can have more of our anniversaries, more of our movie nights and the fights that we have when we have to choose a movie, we - we can have it all."

The tears in the corner of Draco's eyes are visible and he can hear the slight tremor in Draco's voice when he manages to whisper one word with some trouble, "Profound."

"Draco, love - do you want to cry?"

"I - you can't be -" Draco clutches the watch tighter in his hand, words struck there, soft whispers of them in the space in between the two in the silence, "you're serious, yeah because if you're not I -"

Harry places his hand underneath Draco's chin, "Yes, I'm one hundred percent serious, love. I want to have it all and more with you."

He presses Draco into his chest and Draco's hand clutches fistfuls of his shirt, the watch held tight in the other. It must be heaven because his body hums. He can't catch his breath or manage to form a sentence but he takes pride in that because it's the first time that he has rendered Draco speechless, "I can't believe you."

"Why, don't you want that?"

"I - no, yes - wait, yes I want it all with you, too."

It's one of those moments where you're sure that the stars and the planets must've aligned themselves because this is where you were meant to be.

So here he was.

“We can have it all.”

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The pictures are on the coffee table in front of him, some of them scattered and some in photo albums. He has a black leather-bound album in his own hand, an inscription in french on it that translates to our baby munchkin.

"So, he was such a crybaby, he would cry for hours and hours and because it would endear Narcissa so much, there will be several pictures of him crying in here."

Harry opens the album and sure, the first picture of the said munchkin is swollen eyes, tears on his cheeks and a red nose, "No difference now, he remains the crybaby he was or more so - we tolerate him though."

"No doubt, no doubt, he will remain a crybaby no matter what."

Narcissa sends a half-hearted stare towards her husband, "You both trouble him too much when you're together - is that the only common ground you can find?"

"Oh, thank you, mum." Draco sends a cold stare of his own towards Harry but it doesn't hold the intended effect because he is immune to them by now, "But if you do more of that, father, I swear -"

"What will you do? Cry?"

"No, if you do more of that, Harry and I will not visit you two."

Lucius turns over the page and shows him one more picture of Draco on Christmas with a small maroon sweater, the soft light of the tree on him, "Harry, you can come here whenever you want to and without this crybaby, if you will."

"Harry won't come here without me."

"I will."

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will and you were a cute baby by the way but who cries on Christmas?"

"Narcissa and I decorated the tree without him and he did not take that too well so he decided to cry for an hour."

Narcissa is far too amused by now to so much as take Draco's side now, "Oh, yes and we had to take down the decorations because he wanted his ornament to be the first one on there - a crybaby, indeed."

"I wasn't that bad."

"No, from what Lucius and Narcissa told me, you were much worse."

"Yeah, your mother wanted to cast a 'silencio' on you once because your crying wouldn't cease and I was on her side but I thought we should be more patient."

"I - father, no."

The banter went on for a while.

The album had more pictures, too. Draco on his first toy broomstick, in the kitchen with Lucius and Narcissa, one where Draco is opening his presents, more pictures of them together and those pictures had stories.

But there was one more story to the last picture in the album.

It was one of Harry with the other three on Christmas, near the fireplace in sweaters where the four of them are invested in cards and he can't recall when it was taken but below that, in Lucius' elegant cursive are the words: Our family Christmas, 2004.

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“It's said that when you're in love, to you, it's a gift beyond measure and that love paints your skies in the most vibrant colors and fills it with the most brightest stars.

But love instills a fear in you, that hides in the small corners of your heart. You might not realize it, but it's there. It threatens to shatter your heart, threatens to leave your skies colourless and without those stars.

Because what do you do with a sky that loses it's stars and colours?

What do you do with a heart that loses the one it loves?”

The truth is, you can’t locate the exact moment such a fear threatens you for the first time because there are several of those and for him, it’s no different.

It could be one of those drives where the two of them would be out of town together to their safe haven. Or it could be that one night in the back of the car when his fingers had walked in his hand.

Or the night Draco had taught him the names of the stars and the constellations, the night when he had told Harry of his favorite stars in the sky.

Or it was now.

“So, I read that there is an area of space that is devoid of galaxies and it’s called the Eridanus supervoid which is one billion light years across and there are theories that it is the imprint of a parallel universe.”

Draco reads such theories more often than not. A month ago, he went on this site on the internet which convinced him that humans live in stimulation and decided to mention whatever he had read on date night and that had screwed with his head for weeks. But it endears him so he hears him out, “A parallel universe?”

“Yes, and our universes can’t meet and if we were to reach the said parallel universe, our own selves in that universe will reach our universe too.”

“So, we can’t meet our parallel universe selves?”

“No, because if it’s a parallel universe, the occurrence of events there must be the same - so if we’re here on the rooftop at the moment, our parallel universe selves might be on the same rooftop, in the middle of the same conversation.”

“Debatable, I’ve read that there are absolute points in time which must remain the same in a timeline of a certain universe - so, what if that absolute point in the timeline of the parallel universe isn’t the same as ours?”

“But, it has to be because it’s a parallel universe and if it isn’t, wouldn’t that be an alternate dimension or an alternate timeline instead?”

“Mm, true.”

He stares into the sky in front of him, a sky with an absence of stars because of the light or air pollution of the cities. He can count the stars in the sky here - there are fifteen stars in the sky and it’s not much. Because there was a time where it would take nights for him to count the stars in the sky.

“So, do you suppose there is an alternate universe where I stay here with you, in a universe where we can have it all together and in a universe where I don’t have to move 6884.9 miles from you?”

It will be a rose-colored universe if it exists. He wishes that was his timeline because he is that selfish. A timeline where Draco stays with him, a timeline where the two of them can have it all. But it isn’t and now, he has to live with that. “I suppose there is.”

“It could be our universe, we can make it ours.”

“Do you want to make it ours, Draco?” Harry whispers into the night as Draco lays on the rooftop by his side. He hears him shift so that he can look at Harry, and he mirrors him.

Draco pushes himself up on an elbow so that he can look down at him, a trace of sadness on his face and his voice a soft whisper as he says, “Harry, I would rewrite the stars to make that universe ours but on a more realistic note - I wish we could.”

Harry turns his head to the other side, tears on the corners of his eyes. Might as well have the conversation that is overdue, “So, what will that entail for us?”

“I don’t want to break up.”

Harry wishes he didn’t need so much of him but he does because now, he has so much to lose and it renders him defenseless, “It might not work out between us with the distance.”

“Harry, I can have that heart of mine break a thousand times over if it’s you who breaks it but for once, for the both of us, don’t break it.”

The fairy lights along the edge of the roof casts a faint light over his moonlight-pale skin and his heart clenches in his chest. He wants to remember this forever, the way these lights dance over his skin, the way it adds more colour, “I don’t want to break your heart or mine.”

“But?”

Harry reaches out and places a hand on his cheeks, “But you won’t stay here and yes, I don’t want you to stay here because of me but the prospect of this new distance between us - it’s hard to process and it might break our hearts soon. You were a constant throughout the years but now, you won’t be here, you won’t be with me and when you move, you’ll take a piece of my heart with you.”

“So, I’ll leave a piece of mine with you.”

Draco removes the ring that he wears around his neck with a pearl white stone on it, the one that is in a delicate silver chain. “It’s a birthstone ring, mine is a moonstone and it’s tradition that we wear it over our hearts and if you hand it over to your partner, you hand over a piece of your heart to them and so, here is a piece of mine - it’s yours. Yours to break, yours to love.”

A knot forms in his throat.

Draco places the chain with the said moonstone ring in the palm of his hand. It’s a piece of his heart in his hand, “It’s yours, but promise me that you won’t break it.”

“Cross my heart.”

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Part Two

All Too Well

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

~ Part one available here!

Part Two (8.2k words)

TW ⚠️- mild angst

“When we talk about love, we say falling in love, we never say rising in love because perhaps love isn’t about rising at all. Because maybe when you fall in love, you realise there’s so many miles to fall in and you don’t know how much more you can fall, It’s like an endless myriad and you’re scared to see its depth because you know it can kill you. Maybe that’s why we fear love, maybe that’s why some of us don’t want to fall in love but those who do, do they ever come back once they’ve reached the end or do they remain waiting for the one they fell for to take them back up or do they remain stuck there forever until the they are left with nothing but the bones of a skeleton? Or is it so that they come back and they wait for the void to fill in?”

It was easier to pretend it didn’t ache him anymore than it did on the night Draco first confessed that he needed to move away. It worked very well as he liked to put it with any random stranger he’d start talking to because he didn’t want to sound like an insane clingy boyfriend who could not be away for so long but it did hurt when he’d stay up by the phone waiting for him to call like he promised he would. He remembers the day very vividly in his head when he had said that they should perhaps do long distance relationship because he didn’t want to end whatever it was because it was entirely too good to end, because they made more sense to Draco than anything ever had in his entire life and he wasn’t willing to give up trying to make it work and despite that Harry agreed, he knew his fears called him home very often. 

He stays by the dialler, waiting for it to ring back like he had promised he would but it had been 45 minutes and Harry was still waiting by the phone reading the new article in the witch weekly on the new advanced broom and all that there is to know of it, he might’ve even read the article 3 more times because he lost track a few times until he was finally done reading the article and turned his head to look at the watch on his wrist and he sighed. He flipped the page reading another headline about the new furniture that was too comfortable for the elderly when the phone suddenly rang and he immediately picked up. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad are you at me for keeping you on hold for 55 minutes and 7 seconds ?” He asked from the other end and with every word his shuffling deceased as if he was shutting everything off so he could just be with Harry. 

Harry’s face dissolved into a small smile as he was finally able to hear his voice and all that he previously thought of this whole thing evaporated in thin air “How about I say a 3 to 4-ish ?” 

“Then I would say that if I were there I’d fix it 3 to 4-ish times to make it up to you” the smirk was entirely too clear in his voice and Harry blushed even though he knew his boyfriend couldn’t see him. 

Then came a sigh “I’m sorry- I know its all hard but I try my best to make time for you as much as possible” 

Harry’s heart filled with guilt doodling on the corner of the magazine on his lap “ I understand- you don’t have to be sorry for anything, I’m proud of what you’re doing there and you know your happiness is my happiness” 

“But it still doesn’t give me an excuse-”  a breath “I wish it all were easier or I was there to just be with you for just one night or just one day- maybe just an hour just so I could be there with you” 

Harry smiled to himself tugging the phone closer to his ear “It’s okay- Maybe we will meet soon and when you do come back, we’ll have the best time” 

There was pause too long as if he was contemplating something but was still there because his breathing could still be heard very vividly and then he said “Maybe we will meet soon ” 

Harry smiled again and then forgot all about the distance and finally asked how his day was and Draco went to town mimicking and imitating a few of the people who worked under him and then exhaustingly went on about how stupid those people were and Harry but all laughed at most of it. Draco loved his laugh, as he always did. 

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Days turned into a couple of weeks and their calls became so much more frequent than they had been before, like there was an urgent need to hear others' voices as if, if they didn't, their universe would implode. Some days they talked so much that one day Harry almost got threatened by his boss to look after the pets or he’ll lose his job and despite the fact that he did end up terminating the call, they called each other again an hour later just because they couldn’t end it with an ‘I Love You’. Harry got overtime as obvious.

“ So yeah-you were saying- sorry that stupid menace of my cat thought ruining the pillow again would be an entire dream- you were saying-talking about time” Harry sighed 

“Yeah- I love Bella though. Anyways I was talking about how time is a social construct. We perceive it as a motion through space, if motion ceases, time ceases as well. That’s why we call a photograph a snapshot in time, isn’t it- because that moment gets locked forever not just in photographs but in time as well- are you still there?” Draco interrupted himself in between fearing that Harry’s line got cut off again like a few minutes before and Draco would keep on rambling to himself in the air. 

“I’m here” Harry smiled “ What have you been reading ?” 

“Just some muggle stuff- hearing a bunch of nerds talking in the office too” 

“Oh nerds you say-” Harry chuckled

“Of course- some of them are, all they do is talk about science facts that are entirely out of point but mind blowing-” There was a pause too long when he discovered why Harry had started laughing in the background “I heard myself” He grumbled 

Harry kept laughing until Draco threatened that he would find a way to pull his ears during one of these phone calls from such a distance apart if he didn’t stop laughing.

“-I think it's adorable” Harry cut him off. Draco immediately stopped with his false threats and went too silent. 

“I also think you sound cute when you just ramble on about this science stuff” Harry added smiling. 

“you’re bluffing” Draco mumbled

“Oh so if I am complimenting you, its bluffing” Harry teased 

“Of course it is, nobody sounds cute” Draco replied 

“But you do,” Harry complimented again. 

There was a pause long enough for Harry to know that Draco was blushing doodling over his leg like normally does while he is blushing and doesn’t know how to take a compliment. 

“I love you” Harry chuckled 

Draco groaned on the other side as if he was done with Harry but in an adorning way “I love you too” 

And Harry laughed again. 

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There were times when Draco got too busy that he would send Harry flowers next morning to make up for not having called him the night before or not having called enough, Harry loved those gestures even if it meant that he was bribing or spoiling him.

“You didn’t have to send those flowers” Harry had tried to hide his smile one of those mornings when Draco was getting ready while they were still on the call. 

“Are you kidding, I would’ve stood before your door with a radio in my hand and played your favourite song to make it up to you” Draco chuckled, then immediately swore because he stubbed his toe against the nearest stool. 

“You don’t always have to make it upto me, you know, It's not like you’re doing unforgivable deeds” Harry giggled, then poured himself a cup of coffee, still smiling about the flowers. 

“But I feel bad, I already feel bad that i’m not there with you” Draco huffed 

“I do feel bad too but I don’t mind if one night you’re busy looking after work, as your amazing boyfriend I understand it very well” Harry chuckled 

“Oh- I see how it is, I send the flowers and now you’re the amazing boyfriend- that works very well Harry Potter,” he knew Draco was grinning looking at the phone.  

“Of course I’m the most amazing boyfriend you’ll have, dearest Draco Malfoy” Harry heard him laugh on the other side and he laughed so himself. There was nothing he knew he wanted to change that morning. 

That morning when they talked a little more before Draco had to absolutely leave, he ended the call with “You really are the best boyfriend I could ever have Harry” 

Harry smiled and pressed the phone closer to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss and waited awkwardly until Draco returned his kiss over the 6884.9 mile distance in a single second.  

“I love you” 

“I love you more” 

“You’ll never win” 

“It's worth a try” 

And then he absolutely had to go. Harry couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. 

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 Harry’s friends grumbled about Harry having more of a friendship with his cell, or his phone back home than he had with his friend but he knew his friends were just too lovely people to make it serious and Harry was grateful for his friends who despite the jokes understood his absence. He would, given the particular time, say that his relationship was going well even if the long distance was hard. Yes, there was definitely less physical relationship and less of seeing each other but hearing each other's voice until they slept was the only heaven they wanted to be sent to or hearing each other rant about the day was the medicine and not to forget the when they got off on the call was the best hell they confessed they’d ever be to. 

It was all until his heaven upgraded itself, when one day Harry had been home and was counting his hours before he could call Draco when his doorbell rang and assuming it was his Chinese takeout, he opened the door with his wallet in his hand, counting money without looking up “Should be 5.50 right?”

“Please, I’m way more than a 5.50 ” 

Harry immediately looked up and squealed as soon as he did, finding Draco leaning against the frame of the door with his bags in his hands and the infamous playful smile he always had on that made Harry’s heart do backflips. He threw himself at Draco, tumbling him backwards and wrapping his legs around his waist, nuzzling his face into his neck crying with happy tears. 

“Shush- I’m here” Draco chuckled while walking inside Harry’s apartment, his bags with a wandless magic following behind him and Harry still clinging onto his torso like a koala bear. 

“I can’t believe it-Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asked distancing his face from Draco’s so he could look at him while his hand circled behind his neck and an excited smile plastered on his face. 

“It wouldn’t have been a surprise then would it?” Draco raised an eyebrow at him with his well known smirk curved at his lips. 

Harry leant down laughing lightly pressing his lips over Draco’s in urgency “You’re lucky I love you” 

“I am lucky that you love me” Draco muttered against his lips and pulled him closer if it was any more possible by wrapping his hands around Harry’s torso. They kissed in the delayed intimacy or the much awaited urgency to be with each other that they had been storing for almost 6 months and pouring whatever they had been depriving themselves off from all that time that they been talking over the call and wanting nothing more to kiss those lips that were uttering words or to touch that body that had been way too far until this moment when they forgot everything including Draco’s bag that thumped down over the ground, Harry’s Chinese take out order, time itself. That night they devoured the sins written in the bible and committed themselves to each other's bodies with the moans that lingered in the air and panting breaths until their air ran out and they did it all over again till the night faded into the next morning. 

Harry woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped loosely wrapped around his body, that he was afraid he had forgotten feeling off and lips pressed to his neck and he smiled in the lost time and turned to a half asleep figure beside him that looked like an angel had itself come down to earth and be with Harry. 

“Morning angel” Harry laughed softly, pushing Draco’s hair off his face and he blushed, wrapping his arms more tightly around his waist pulling him closer. 

“I’m an angel now?” Draco asked sheepishly 

“Are you not?” Harry asked, finding his lover's hand under the sheets and intertwining it in his own fingers. 

“I am an angel” 

Harry chuckled and pressed soft kisses over Draco’s eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. 

Draco opened his eyes, grinning and bought their intertwined fingers closer to his lips and kissed Harry’s knuckles softly “I missed this” 

Harry smiled contagiously at him “How are you even real?” he found himself asking. 

“How is any of this real?” he questioned back and in an unanswered question kissed softly over his cheeks and they repeated the events from the previous night all over again because once, twice, thrice or making love even a thousand times wasn’t enough when they were with each other. 

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“I have to meet my friends tonight,I hope that’s fine ?” Draco said after a while their naked bodies pressed closely against one another.

“Tonight?” Harry asked, then found himself in soft chuckled “You don’t need my permission Draco” 

“It's not that I need your permission, It's that I want you to know where I am, ” Draco smiled. 

Harry wasn’t so sure that morning if he was human enough or if he even had enough heart to love this amazing human being who laid beside him. 

“Then I know exactly where you would be, right here” Harry pointed his heart “always” 

Draco touched Harry’s chest right over his heart and smiled “always” 

It was later that evening when Draco was getting ready and Harry was watching him with his cat in his lap,

“Don’t you think you’re looking a little too hot for someone who’s going out with his friends while leaving his boyfriend alone at home” Harry teased. 

“Mon amour, are you implying I don’t always look hot?” Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry while applying perfume over his neck.

Bella ran from his lap as she normally did and Harry walked up to stand behind Draco “You always look hot my love, hot enough for me to even function” 

“Someone is wanting to get into someone’s pants, now isn’t it?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry in the mirror. 

Harry bit his lip, surrounding his arms around Draco’s torso so he could reach behind his ear and kiss there softly “And is that a problem? It's not my fault that you look like an absolute feast, one I can devour” 

Instead of giving in Draco laughed out snorting “Have you been trying to learn the art of seduction?” 

Harry deadpanned looked at him in the mirror, then became thoroughly offended “You know now that I think of it, you’re better 6884.9 miles apart from me” 

Harry had almost turned to go back into bed, pouting that is, when Draco whipped him around and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist “Tell me that isn’t true” 

Harry looked in his eyes, and he softened up immediately “It can never be true, Draco, you know it” 

“Good, because in 6884.9 miles apart I can’t do this” and he picked up Harry and took him to bed, kissing him until they were sloppily moaning in the secrecy behind the curtained windows. 

“I need to go” Draco mumbled against his lips. 

“I’m not stopping you” Harry replied while his legs remained wrapped around Draco’s torso. 

Draco groaned and resumed kissing him. 

“Seriously, now I'm running late” Draco muttered against his lips. 

“I never stopped you,” Harry replied. 

Draco huffed and finally separated, running a hand down his shirt while Harry lay defenseless over the bed watching him. 

“Don’t look at me like that” Draco slanted his head at Harry. 

“What way ?” Harry asked innocently. 

“Like you can absolutely devour me” Draco bit his lip knowing the longer he would stay there looking at Harry, the more he would run loose on his self control. 

“I’m not looking at you like that,” Harry replied, biting his lip. 

Draco groaned and knelt down to press a firm kiss over Harry’s lips again “Okay, now I really need to go” 

Harry groaned “fine” and Draco finally resumed dressing up to go for his dinner. 

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 He knew he should not have done it, he knew it was unethical and he knew it was crossing some boundaries but he did it anyway. He hated himself for it but he couldn’t stop himself, when Bella, in her unusual behaviour ran like a crazy maniac tossing things aside, she managed to toss Draco’s bag aside and that was the moment Harry wished the time had stopped but it didn’t, instead time flew more rapidly in those 3 minutes when Harry was keeping Draco’s things in his bag so that nothing was left behind when he noticed the box of watch Harry gave him on their anniversary. He couldn’t stop his hands, whether it was out of mere curiosity or whether it was something else that called to him that felt wrong, he opened the box and there rested was the watch he gifted him with “we can have it all” inscription and the omamori charm he bought in Japan for Draco, right next to it. His heart sank in his chest as he remembered the words from the night of their anniversary and how he said he always kept the omamori charm with him everywhere he went and yet here it was, the omamori charm, tucked like a baby in his bag. Harry knew Draco wore that watch everywhere, everyday of his life because he says it all the time that he does, he’s even seen him wearing it in multiple pictures but he couldn’t understand why, today of all days the watch remained here, resting safely in this box in his hands. He hated himself for thinking over it, he hated it but he couldn’t help but wonder if Draco did it purposefully. 

“He wouldn’t do that” Harry whispered to himself without realising he had said it out loud. He was sure it had just been a mistake, that he must’ve accidentally forgotten to wear the watch. It was quite possible, after all Draco left in a hurry since he was late because of Harry. And so he kept the watch back inside the box and busied himself with his own things. 

It was starting to get late in the night, time almost approaching midnight and Harry was now starting to worry about Draco. Harry wasn’t such a worrisome boyfriend or not even the one who would want to be clingy or want to know every hour of every day where Draco was; his need to know where Draco was and how he was doing came in the basic duties of being his boyfriend. Maybe it was all also because he hadn’t seen him in months and he selfishly wanted Draco to himself but he would never say it out loud, not even to himself but right now as he waited over the couch while Bella slept in his arms, he looked at the wall clock often waiting for Draco to return in time. 

It was another hour or more later when his heart had started fearing everything, it was already 2 in the night and he had no whereabouts of where Draco was. He hadn’t even responded to Harry’s call or dropped a text or even heard his voicemail. His whereabouts ran little scarce and Harry didn’t want to be that guy who called Draco’s friend to just ask about him. This was unlike Draco, he was never this late, ever, he used to usually come back home before midnight and the last which would be on rare occasions would be 1 a.m. but it had already crossed 2 and this had never happened in all the time they had been together. He walked fastly inside his apartment wishing anytime the door would open and Draco would just come inside. Harry just needed him to be home soon, sooner than soon even. 

And just like that another hour went by and by now Harry was getting more angry than upset and he was on the verge of calling people when the door finally opened and Harry instantly rushed towards the door. 

“Where have you been ?” Harry asked impatiently. 

“Oh- Hi baby” Draco dragged on. 

Harry scrunched his face, then inclined towards Draco to get a sniff of him “You’re drunk” 

“I’m not” He hiccuped. He might’ve wanted to prove that he wasn’t drunk by walking in a straight line but instead he tripped over his own feet and would’ve been on the ground if it wasn’t for Harry. 

Harry sighed “I can’t believe you’re drunk” 

“I’m not- drunk” Draco hiccuped again. 

Harry huffed out impatiently and even though he wanted to give Draco a piece of his mind but taking Draco’s condition in consideration he knew it wasn’t the best decision to make and decided that it was best to put it off on hold and maybe talk about it next morning. He took Draco in his arms carefully bridal style because Draco was already nodding off to even look straight and besides Harry was afraid that the moment he’d leave him, he’d collapse onto the ground. He walked slowly into the bedroom and laid Draco on the bed and took off his shoes, then his socks, then his coat and lastly the belt so Draco would not be uncomfortable at night. He slowly resumed undressing Draco and dressed him in his own T-shirt and while he tried putting him in pajamas, Draco kept kicking Harry off, so he went against even trying further. He bought a small bucket from the bathroom and kept it on the side of the bed just in case Draco felt sick in the night. It was at that moment, when he was keeping the bucket down on the floor that he noticed a different watch on his wrist. Harry’s head dropped down in exhaustion and sadness all at the same time and without sparing another thought over the different watch, he took it off and kept it over the bedside table. When Harry finally decided to sleep without a thought, all he did was think of the new watch on Draco’s wrist and of how Draco would probably be sick the next morning. 

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It was afternoon when Harry had finally woken up to the noise of someone yelling. As a natural instinct, Harry’s hands wandered off to the other side of the bed to find it empty. He groaned as he stretched and finally got out of the bed to find the source of the noise. 

“No- I clearly said the other way around Mariah” “-No- How many times- I handed you a script for goodness sake-” 

Forgetting the moments from last night, Harry went upto Draco and wrapped his arms from behind, nuzzling his head into the crook of Draco’s neck, who visibly relaxed only a little before another bubble of anger burst out of him. 

“No- Mariah- No. How many times ?Th- I don’t give a damn about what Richard says-” 

“Good morning,”Harry whispered softly. 

Draco turned just a little so he could show Harry that he acknowledged him but the call was too important. 

Sensing Draco’s discomfort, Harry slid his hands back to him, then realising that he had grazed his hand over a piece of cold metal. The other watch from the night before?

Harry stepped away from Draco and found out that he was indeed right, it was the watch from last night. And suddenly the feelings that he pushed away last night in exhaustion, surfaced at the brink, rendering him all but upset. However, he didn’t want to tell Draco that it bothered him, he didn’t want to sound insane, he didn't want to make it a big deal and he definitely didn’t want Draco to get weird about it. He retraced his steps and slowly walked to the bathroom and only when he had come out did he realize Draco was keeping things inside his bag. 

“Going somewhere?” Harry asked. 

Draco sighed and stood up, turning to Harry “I’m really sorry but I have to urgently go back-” 

“Go back? But you’ve only been here for 2 days” Harry complained 

“I know, I know but I really need to look after this one thing” Draco apologetically said, only Harry didn’t seem to be appeased by his apologetic face. 

“Can’t someone else cover for you ?” He asked. 

Draco shook his head “I asked someone to cover up for me but they ended up doing it entirely wrong and now It has to be redone-” 

“Then ask whoever ruined it to redo it” Harry interrupted him. 

“I would if I could. Harry please- I need you to understa-”

“I knew this would happen” Harry muttered to himself, only Draco heard him clear enough. 

“Harry- please, you need to understand my work is important” Draco pleaded. 

“No, Draco, I get it, your work is important, very important but why should I understand? I get to spend numbered days with you after 6 months, hoping that i’d finally get to spend time with  my boyfriend and not on the phone but firstly, you decide to spend the night with your friends which I’m not against but then you return home completely drunk out of your mind while I was worried sick about here the whole time and now you you have to leave- Why should I understand? It's like you weren’t even here the whole time” Harry bellowed.  

Draco closed his eyes momentarily, pinching the bridge of his nose “Listen, you have all the right to be mad- but I really need to go-” 

“Of course you need to go Draco, obviously because apparently everything else is more important to you than me” Harry hadn’t meant to say it out loud, he didn’t intend on but it came out of him before he could even make sense of why he was even angry at him. 

Draco looked taken back suddenly and offended even. His hand unintentionally touched his chest in mocked offense and replied “I can’t believe you’d actually think that. I flew all the way across here for you-” 

“And yet, you spent time with everyone but me” 

“You can’t say that, I spent my entire night with and I obviously didn’t make out with a ghost the entire time” Draco offhandedly replied. 

“Oh- yeah” Harry mockingly laughed “suddenly that makes it all so much more better” 

“I didn’t mean that-” 

“Then what did you mean ? You spent more time with everyone else than you did with me, It's justified that I feel this way” Harry sneered. 

By this time Draco seemed pretty done with Harry, even if he didn’t want to feel that way, he did “You know what Harry, your justification seems stupid. You’re being irrational and over dramatic for no reason. This is so not you, The Harry I love wouldn’t fight with me over me coming home late or returning drunk or going away sooner. The man that I got in a relationship with would understand that It’s important that I leave” Draco disapprovingly responded. 

“I’m being irrational- ha” Harry sarcastically laughed and turned away from Draco “I actually can’t believe you’d say something like that, I actually can’t believe that-” He turned around again in distance to face Draco and responded “Here I’ll give you a justified reason to fight- Why did you lie to me ?” 

“Lie about what ?” Draco asked, completely confused. 

“Lie about you carrying the omamori charm everywhere you go and wearing the watch I gifted you everyday because it seemed otherwise when I found both of them in your bag last night” 

Draco clenched his jaw, shortening the distance between the two, so, he was only a few steps away “Why were you going through my bag ?” 

Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco, shook “You-Out of everything- I didn’t intentionally look in your bag alright, it just fell off and I was keeping things back inside when I saw the box of that watch. It was unintentional but that’s not the point-”

“No, the point is that you looked through my things, without my permission which is purely invasion of privacy and now you’re getting mad at what you found out- I can’t with you, Harry” 

Harry sharply swallowed the building knot forming inside his throat biting the inside of his cheeks “You know what I can’t believe, it’s that I thought I was your everything” and somewhere that hit a nerve. 

“Just, go- Please” Harry pleaded and turned around. 

“Harry-” 

“Please, just go Draco, your work is important”

Draco at that specific moment knew he fucked up, he knew went too far and so did Harry but the damage was irreparable. Both had forgotten the boundaries in the relationship and hurt each other to the extent that their whole relationship seemed to be hanging on a fragile single thread which could break anytime. 

And even though Draco wanted to fix things, just as much as Harry wanted to, he left with a last look at Harry who didn’t dare to look back at him. 

It was then when Draco left the apartment with everything he bought, that he broke down crying in his own hands, whimpering until Bella came and sat down next to him, just as sad as him. 

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Harry slid his hands into the pocket of his jacket rather comfortably, kicking the rocks with his feet while he waited for Ron to be done talking to the vendor. He stared at his feets for a long time or what seemed like it until finally Ron turned to Harry and handed him the bouquet to hold safely. 

“There’s something wrong, isn’t it? Something is bothering you” It wasn’t a question but a statement, he knew it, in fact he could sense it. 

Harry frowned then shook his head “No, nothing is wrong, I’m good” 

“You want to lie to the man you have known for 14 years?” Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry. 

Harry still didn’t admit and rigorously shook his head “Nothing is wrong Ron, I’m as good as these flowers” 

“Okay, one, terrible metaphor and second, I can see it on your face. Now tell me what happened?” Ron asked.

“Everything is fine-”

“I’ll call Draco and ask myself. If you don’t tell me right now, I’ll do that. He’s even on my speeddial” 

Harry sighed. He figured easily there was nothing he might be able to do to convince Ron otherwise and so defeatedly he replied “We had a fight” 

“Is that it?” Ron asked. 

Harry turned to face Ron momentarily knowing he was already looking over at him. Harry shook his head and begun again “He came into town to surprise me a week ago”

“That’s a good thing then why are you saying it as if it's a bad thing ?” 

“He hardly stayed for 2 days. He came in the night, we spent that night together and it was the best but the next day he went to meet his friends which i’m not complaining about, I want him to have his personal space and I understand that he have a life apart from me but then spent the entire night outside and returned at around 4 in the morning, drunk out of his mind, while I was worried sick about him at home-” 

“Understandable-” Ron interjected. Harry nodded, then continued, 

“Then the next morning when I woke up, he was already fighting with someone over the phone and a couple of minutes later, he decided he needed to go back and we ended up fighting over things, he said some cruel things, I said some cruel things and now I feel like I fought over unjustified reason and that I hurt him and now I feel bad because we haven’t talked since the day he left and I’m afraid that-” he breathes sharply, clearing his throat “- that we’ve broken up” 

Ron bobbed his head “Is that all?” Harry nodded. 

“What did you both fight about ?” he asked. 

“I told him that I didn’t understand that he had to leave so soon and that I should not because I hardly get to see him anymore and he was leaving but I don’t think that was even the actual reason why I started the fight” 

“Then what was it ?” 

“I think, it was because I was hurt- I don’t know if you know this, but we once went to Japan and I bought him a gift from there, an omamori charm and he told me that he took it with him everywhere he went and similarly the watch I gifted him- but the night he went out with his friends, he left it back at home. I think it hurt me because-I think he’s ashamed of me or something- there seemed no possible explanation. I don’t know. It really wasn’t his fault, I should’ve been more understanding but I don’t know what to do anymore” Harry replied shrugging as if it was something casual, but it was far from casual, it was heartbreaking. 

Ron nodded again “You think it was your fault?” Harry hummed. 

“Then fix it” Ron said as if it was too easy. 

“How Ron? I fucked up and I fucked up pretty bad” Harry asked 

“1 word 5 letters, ‘sorry’” Ron replied 

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, I'm sure,” Harry replied. 

“Then surprise him, go visit him, give him the best time of his life, do whatever it takes for him to melt down then apologize” Ron suggested. 

“You think it’ll work ?” Harry asked. 

“You’ll never know until you try,” Ron replied.

“What if it doesn’t work?” Harry asked again. 

Ron smiled at him “It will work I’m sure” 

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Harry looked at himself in the window by the door, smiling then not smiling. He was practicing his best smile for Draco until he decided it was finally time to ring his doorbell. Harry took a deep breath then finally rang the doorbell and with every second the door wasn’t answered, the more his heartbeat picked up. He grew nervous and then more nervous with every passing second and afraid at the same time that Draco might not be home right now. His breathing picked up like it was a race and he felt his palms sweating. Questions stormed inside his head, he even thought it was a very bad idea and how he probably should’ve told Draco before he came until finally the door swung open and there he was, the man he loved. 

“Harry” Draco’s face turned into a little smile out of surprise and then suddenly dissolved into nothing. Was he not happy to see Harry ?

“What are you doing here ?” he asked 

Harry gulped visibly then replied “I came here to surprise you-” 

“Why ?” he asked defensively. 

Harry frowned “Because I still love you. Is that wrong ? I can go back if you want- if you feel like i’m invading your personal space-” 

Draco immediately cut him by dragging him inside and hugging him “You have no idea how happy I am you are here” His voice croaked. 

“Draco- are you crying ?” Harry asked, trying to pull away from the hug but Draco held onto Harry as if he was his oxygen he had been waiting to breathe in all this time. 

He shook his head. 

Harry softened up immediately and hugged him back just as tight “It's okay- I’m here. Everything is going to be alright” 

Draco suddenly broke into sobs and Harry didn’t understand why, but hearing him sob made him want to take his every pain away and make it his own. 

“Are you really happy I’m here ?” He asked.

Draco nodded his head vigorously in the hug “I’ve never wanted anything more” 

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“Are you sure you don’t have to go? It sounded pretty urgent?” Harry asked, sitting over the bed fully dressed for their date. 

Draco leaned down and kissed his forehead “I’m absolutely sure” 

Harry blushed and stood up in front of Draco. He tucked a strand behind Draco’s ear and all at the same time grazed his cheek “Is it just me or after the fight you’ve turned into an absolute sap?”

Draco laughed softly, biting his lip then wrapping his arms around Harry to pull him closer “Would you like me to not be a sap? Would you rather want me to be a naughty boy?” 

Harry wholeheartedly laughed, throwing his head back a little “Have you been learning the art of seduction,Draco ?” 

“Yes, Dad-”

Harry placed his hand over his lip to shut him up “Please don’t” he laughed. 

Draco shook his head smiling “I can’t promise though” 

It was 15 minutes later when they were to get out of the apartment when Draco squeezed Harry’s ass from behind, startling Harry, making him squeal at the same time. 

“My- My Draco, Have a little self control” Harry laughed. Draco smirked and whipped around Harry so he was forced to whirl around and collide with Draco. 

“Smooth” Harry smirked. 

“I am very glad then” he smiled then kissed him over the lips in a small passionate moment before they left. 

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 A lover would say they don’t know what love is, that love perhaps cannot be defined by syllable’s or words or letters or even in Braille. Love to most is an undefined feeling that yearns until the senescence approaches, a feeling that makes you whole yet leave you empty all at the same time. But when he was driving to a far off place and he looked at Harry in stolen glances with a glint of the drowning sun sparkling with the most beautiful shade of yellow and orange, their fingers intertwined, he too defined his love for Draco as an unfathomable creation. He loved him in the morning, he loved him in the afternoon, he loved him in the evening, and he loved him in the night, he loved him in the coffee he drank and he loved him in the bath he drew, he loved his eyes, his pointed chin, his soft cheek, his pink lips. He loved the shape of his palm and he loved his fingers, he loved the pointed bone at the start of his wrist and he loved his soft elbow, he loved that dark vein that travelled from the middle of his wrist and curved to the end of where his arms fold, he loved his pointed shoulders and he loved the long bone on his neck which popped out whenever he used to turn to face Harry, he loved his clavicle, he loved his scars that were visible under his shirt, he loved his knuckles, he loved the side of his chest as it went up and down as his diaphragm would settle down and move up, he loved the round shape of his heels and the soft yet pointed knees, he loved the muscles on his calve and shape of his thighs, the sound of his voice, the sound of his laughter, the curve of his smile but most of it all, he loved his heart. Maybe the heart is surrounded by a ribcage so that the cage is open to only one because perhaps the key to that cage is only with one and in his case, the key to his cage was with Draco and the key to Draco’s cage was with Harry. Maybe there aren’t enough words in literature, maybe there aren’t enough letters in Greek or Latin or English or French, nor roman or any language that exists and perhaps that’s why love is undefined. Maybe love itself is within a cage and the key to that cage is love itself. 

“What ?” Draco asked from the driving seat, running circles over Harry's hands. 

Harry shook his head “Nothing, Just I love you” 

Draco’s eyes glinted with the tear like the corner of a shore and he bought his hands to his lips and kissed Harry’s hand softly “I love you way more than you do me” 

“Wanna bet?” 

“You’ll lose” 

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“Do you think one life is enough ?” Harry asked without looking at Draco but looking forward at the drowning sun on the other side of the still ocean. 

“Enough for what ?” Draco asked back. 

Harry turned to Draco, his hair blowing to his face because of the beach winds “For everything” 

Draco thought for a moment, his eyes poured into Harry’s, a long look in his eyes, perhaps communicating through his eyes that no, maybe one life isn’t enough to love Harry but then he shook his head “One life isn’t enough to read Romeo and Juliet nor is it enough to watch mean girls” 

Harry half heartedly laughed “You’re preposterous” 

Draco laughed along, turning to look ahead, his eyes crinkling into little ones. 

“Do you think one life is enough?” Draco asked Harry. 

Harry thought for a moment “I think yeah, maybe one life is enough to live. Though it depends” 

“On what ?” 

“If you’re living a lonely life, then even that one life would seem longer but if you’ve lived a whole life, then maybe yeah one life is enough” 

Draco hummed beside Harry then slowly rested his head upon Harry’s shoulder and whispered shortly “I’m sorry about what happened at your place”

Harry turned his head so he could only see his eyes and kissed on top of his head and intertwined their fingers together “I’m sorry too. We both went too far” 

Draco nodded “But I want you to know I always wear that watch, unless I'm sometimes afraid that it’d break and I always keep the omamori charm with me but I promise you, I would never keep it away, I’ll take it with me on every journey. Every”

Harry smiled “I like the sound of it”

They remained there for some more time in silence, listening to the water crashing over the shore, the echoing voice of the seagull somewhere and the sound of the running water somewhere far off until Harry broke the silence and said “But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

Draco shook his head laughing “Tell me, these are the only lines you know right” 

“Oh don’t spoil it. Say it with me” Harry nudged Draco. 

Draco smiled at him and said along with Harry “One more kiss on his forehead. “Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy. I take thee at my word. Call me but love and I'll be new baptized.”

Draco couldn’t hold himself back and leaned forward so he could graze his lips over Harry, until he gave into the moment and pressed his own lips against Draco’s. The sun that cast over them, the sea which sang along with their kiss, it was proclaimed in that moment that, this is love. Love is a 2 part globe, one is Draco, and the other is Harry. 

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Harry got up and turned to Draco, offering him to take his hand “Come on, we need to dance” 

“Why do we need to ?” Draco asked, nevertheless taking his hand and pulling himself up. 

“Because this is too beautiful to not be danced upon” Harry replied, smiling. 

Draco smiled back at him and offered Harry his hands so today he may lead. Harry gracefully took his hand and pulled behind before he twirled him around then pulled Draco towards himself so his head rested on Harry’s shoulder and they swayed their body. 

“ Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe 

You and I will fall in love ” 

Harry sang and Draco hummed along as they kept swaying their bodies out of rhythm with the song. 

“You still don’t know how to dance” Draco declared 

“And you still haven’t stopped complaining,” Harry replied. 

“Well I don’t want you to be embarrassed when we dance in front of the whole world” Draco said. 

Harry became too still for a moment, his lips curving into a little smile moment by moment “In front of the whole world?” 

Draco hummed, he nuzzled his head in Harry’s neck “In front of the whole world” he repeated in his croaked voice. 

“Then I’ll learn to dance for you,” Harry proclaimed. 

Draco sniffed softly “I like the sound of it”  

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They walk hand in hand secretly into the alley, keeping their head down so no one would know they’re here. Their only motive was to not get caught, only one. They walked to the last row and when they found an empty seat, they sat down with stolen popcorn in their hands. 

“What if they catch us when we leave the hall ?” Harry asked 

Draco hummed “Then we run for our life” 

Harry chuckled beside him before Draco shushed him. 

The opening scenes rolled up and without any more conversations they silently watched the movie. 

They were halfway through the movie when Harry felt he was being looked at and turned to face Draco and he was right, Draco was looking over at him “What ?” 

Draco remained silent for a few moments as if he was formulating in his head the perfect answer or he was finding a lie to cover up the truth that he was looking at Harry  because he loved him. 

“Nothing, just watching you watch another man whose survival instincts are that of a kitten on crack” 

“Have you ever seen a kitten on crack? It's much worse than spiderman” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” Draco shrugged and finally turned to the screen. 

And even though he practically insulted Harry, he didn’t leave his hand for even a single second in the movie. 

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They were settled into each other like they were from Zues’ mythologies: two souls reunited. Cuddled into one, Harry’s legs intertwined between Draco’s while one of Draco’s arms went under Harry’s head and held onto the book with both hands. Harry cuddled further into Draco so that his head was upon his shoulder and Draco continued reading. 

“Anything can happen now that we’ve slid over this bridge,’ I thought anything, ‘anything at all…’ Even the Gatsby could happen, without any particular wonder.”

Draco paused for a moment like he'd done several times in case Harry wanted to say something but this time instead of saying something, Harry took the book from his hands and kept it aside then turned to Draco. 

“Do you like the Gatsby dude?” Harry asked. 

Draco frowned “I mean- he wasn’t that bad. It was Daisy that was bad” 

“I think Gatsby is weird to be hung up on a married woman,” Harry said. 

“But he really did love Daisy, kind of in a way that his love was real” Draco commented 

Harry hummed then leaned further into Draco “would you ever be hung up on me ?” 

“Wasn’t I already hung up on you before we got together?” 

“No, but I mean after ?” Harry asked. 

Draco went too silent for a moment, too serious then shook his head “No, I wouldn’t- because I’ll never leave. Not till the day I die” 

“Is that a promise ?” Harry asked. 

Draco smiled and kissed his nose “I promise” 

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Part 3 available here

A/n: thank you so much for so much love and support on the last part. We're very happy to know that you gave us a chance <3

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me reading my own fanfic: where’s the rest, you fool

Dear 2021, 

You weren’t a blessing obviously, not one of the best years I had but I’m grateful for everything. I wish I was more better with words but here’s what I have to say. With the year end, it marks exactly an year of me discovering Drarry community and there’s nothing i’m more thankful for. Here’s my gratitude to one of the best people I’ve met here and adore with all my heart,

My first and foremost goes to @just-ineffable-things do you know when we first met? Me either but I took the pain to go through my first masterlist and you’ve been connected to me since my 6th prompt, Pinned. Do you even know how long ago that was? Way before anyone I met in the community quite possibly. I remember waiting for you to leave comments on my prompts as soon as I used to post it and would grin like a baby when I’d finally see it. I think if it wasn’t for you supporting me, I’d had given up writing for Drarry (Ik i say that a lot but its true). I love and you’ll forever be my platonic drarry soulmate 🦋

Secondly, It goes to my dear beloved @drarrywords, you are quite possibly another best thing that happened to me this year. If it wasn’t for you proofreading even my shittiest works, I don’t know what i’d had done. So, Thank you, I absolutely love you and probably always will. 💜.

Now @thebusyfangirl and @weirdvibeskid I haven’t seen you both in a couple of days and I hope wherever you are, You know that I miss you and that I cherish you. I adore you. You’re also among the key reasons why I kept going and I hope you know that. I love both of you so much, My virtuals hugs should reach you anytime soon.

@disastercomingfaster remember me? How long has it been, 4 or 5 months I think!! I just want you to know that I still think of you and you still hold the same position in my heart that you did when I first met you. Thank you for becoming my friend.I miss you and I adore you. 

@harryandginnydeservesbetter Hi, Firstly, my hugs for you. I want you to know one thing and that is more than anything I can ever say for you, I’d scream on top of the world If I have to, I love you and I’m glad I found you. You have no idea how blessed I am to have found you, please stay with me, okay. Ily..💜

Now to some of the best people I found here who inspired me every single day @slytherinnbitch @phoebe-delia @rockingrobin69 @drarrily-we-row-along @slytherco @krystalliumm @drarryspatronus @drarryboosterclub @nv-md @l0vegl0wsinthedark @sitp-recs @ladderofyears @lou-isfake @cissa-bee@chinike @silver-de-vonne @shtworldstuff @flakeyakey @thecornerofbelu @sunflowerishdolphin @textrovert-01 @elizabethrosedarling and literally so many others. Thank you so much each and everyone of you, I know we might not be friends or anything for that matter but I adore you all with my whole heart.

Here's to a new year 🦋

Much love..x💜🦋

Best Dads In The World 

Day 28- fuzzy socks  @hpdestress

“And so, he distributes all his wealth amongst the poor and the needy subjects. That’s how King Midas came to know of true happiness-” Draco shut off the book softly, smiling at their 3 year old daughter Lily. 

“Daddy- can we do magic like that ?” Lily asked 

Harry chuckled beside her “No dear, Magic like that doesn’t happen and even if it did, you’d never know true happiness would you?”

Lily hummed and shook her head “He was a mean king” 

“Really? I think he was just a man who just never knew the value of love and happiness” Draco smiled down at her. He carefully ran his fingers through her hair, combing it all together. 

“But didn’t his daddies read to him like you do?” Lily asked curiously. 

Harry almost burst into a laughter right there and then “I think not darling, if his parents did, he would’ve never been the same man, would he? And my sweet Lily, not everyone have daddies like you”

“Daddies are better. I was playing with Rain yesterday and her mother scolded her for breaking the plastic bucket. She did it by mistake you know” She told them. 

Draco leaned down to lay next to her and held her small hands in his hand “You know, sometimes parents have to scold their little darlings because if they don’t then they turn into a spoiled baby like you” he immediately tickled her side, forcing her to snort out laughing. 

Harry laughed looking at them, this was their typical daddy daughter moment and he never tried to come in between them because these moments were just their own, some memories that Harry might never be able to make Lily’s favourite, but only Draco could. 

“Daddy- please- stop” She cried. 

Draco retreated his hands and turned sideways so he was leaning over Lily with the support of his elbow. 

“Good night, my little munchkin” Draco knelt forward and kissed her forehead. 

“Good night, Daddy” she smiled at Draco. 

Harry got up from her side and he too leaned down and placed a soft kiss over her cheeks “Now you cover yourself with your small blanket and keep your favourite fuzzy socks on and sleep well” He smiled. 

“Good night Dad” she smiled back at him. 

Harry smiled at her himself and turned off her bedside lamp “Love you sweetpea” he whispered. 

Draco and Harry were leaving the room together when she turned to her side, turned on the lamp “I forgot to say, Love you Daddies and sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite” 

Draco chuckled next to Harry and gave her a flying kiss. Smiling they both left the room and remained in the hallway for a few moments smiling at each other. 

“How is she even real?” Draco asked, tearing up a little bit. 

Harry immediately softened up and wrapped his arms around Draco the same instant “Oh Dear- she is very much real Draco and she is our perfect little daughter” 

“How did she turn out to be so perfect when we were so damned?” Draco asked, speaking against his neck. 

“Just because we were doomed, doesn’t mean we’d ever let out daughter be doomed. I’d say we’re doing a pretty good job at parenting” Harry smiled, looking down at Draco even though he couldn’t see him. 

Draco chuckled into his neck “She’s like our walking talking best christmas present” 

“Hate to say it but I agree” Harry laughed softly and soon they went back into their room and slept until Lily climbed into their bed in the middle of the night and was embraced by both of them in sweetest of the hug. Yeah, she had the best Dads in the world. 

Day 27- The usual Banters ll Day 29- Its cold outside 

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More than Black Boxes

Day 25- Presents @hpdestress

It was Christmas morning when they both had woken up before time and were sitting next to each other, cuddled into the blanket with their legs intertwined with another’s. It was a perfect lazy day,to be just inside the house in warmth and drink hit cocoa and be peppered with kisses but the plans of the day had already been set. 

“ Can we just not skip the thing's and be here all day ?” Draco groaned in Harry’s neck while he was kissing him softly there. 

Harry tightened his arms around Draco and replied “ I wish we could but we have lunch at your parents to attend then the gala with the weasley’s. We’re packed for the day”

“Please can we just stay here ?”Draco moaned. 

Harry sighed, creating a little distance between both of them, cold immediately invading the space between them “ Draco baby- please. We have to get up eventually” 

Draco pulled Harry back towards him and this time firmly held his torso so he won’t try to it again “ Stop being such an obedient brat and stay here with me for a while” 

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms back around with Draco’s kissing his eyes softly “ and then you say you’re not a sap” 

“ Shut up” Draco groaned. 

“ This reminds me, I bought you a gift” Harry said. 

“ Harry-” 

“ I know you told me no gifts but I saw it through the window and I couldn’t stop myself from buying it for you” Harry cuts him off sweetly. 

“ But rules were rules- I told you, I don’t need anything” Draco affirmatively replied. 

“ Since when have I ever followed rules- but its not about you not needing it, I wanted to buy it for you “ Harry sweetly told him. 

Draco sighed and sat up a little straighter “ Show me then”

Harry smiled and similarly sat straighter and picked out two small boxes from the drawer. 

“ They’re small. I better hope they’re inexpensive. I don’t want you spending money on me so much” Draco averred. 

Harry kept smiling as he handed him the two boxes and waited for him to open them patiently. Draco however with much hesitation started opening the boxes. When he unwrapped one of them, it revealed a small black box and the other one opened up to another black box. 

“ I see you’ve managed to get code black” Draco frowned impressively. 

“ Just open them already” Harry whined impatiently now because Draco was seemingly taking up too much time. 

Draco rolled his eyes and opened the larger black box which revealed an average beaded pearl necklace and the other one was the watch Draco had been dying to purchase since months. 

“ You- Pearl ? and the watch?” Draco said in choked gasp picking both of them up in his hands. 

“ I know you’ve been wanting this watch for months so I bought you this and the pearl necklace, I thought it would look really nice on you “ Harry shrugged. 

Draco smiled at Harry and hugged him after having carefully put the gifts aside. 

“ You didn’t have to buy me these. They must’ve cost you a fortune” he said after separating. 

Harry shrugged “ My love isn’t based off on how much I spent on you. It hardly matters to me “ 

Draco smiled fondly at Harry “ But you buy me a lot of gifts already Harry “ 

“ Because I like to spoil you- now please just stop being a posh brat and let me help you with the necklace” 

Draco chuckled and handed Harry the necklace and turned around so Harry could put it around his neck and as he did, he loved it even more around his neck. The way the pearl settled around his long neck made Harry love it even more than when he first saw it through the window and even though Draco wasn’t very happy about Harry buying him a gift, he loved the necklace. It certainly made him feel confident and lovely with Harry peppering kisses along the back of his neck. 

“ It looks beautiful on you” Harry whispered. 

Draco visibly shivered with his eyes closed and biting his lip because of the sensation of Harry’s cool breath against his neck. He hummed whilst Harry continued kissing down along the length of his neck. 

“ I love it” Draco murmured. 

“ Really?” Harry asked momentarily moving away to get a good look of Draco’s face. 

Draco turned to him with a smile with his hand lingering over the necklace “ I do but I just don’t want you spending more money on me” 

“I won’t “ Harry replied pressing his lips together. 

“ Promise ?” 

“ I promise” 

He obviously broke that promise in the future and with more incidences that happened in future, Draco gave up asking Harry to not buy him presents because Harry’s love wasn’t fitted into tiny little or big black boxes, It was in the expressions he held when Draco opened the boxes and the smile he’d lit up with when Draco would say he loved his gift. His love was bigger than any black box in the world. He could even buy him the most expensive building in the world and yet his love would be bigger than that.

Ik I'm running a little late on update day wise

Day 24- Behind Bedroom doors || Day 26- 10 things I hate about you

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