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The Butterfly Effect

- Part 2

His heart fainted as he fell over to the ground another time of another day, the hungry beast had been hungrier than usual today and had chosen to feed onto the memories he had from when he was a kid leaving the faintest of lost memories reviving in his brain, but now only it hurt, like a cloud taking over his childhood. He never liked his childhood, he wasn’t ever even allowed the be a kid, always forced to grow up kid and that’s why he had Buried them in the corner of his mind, putting a lock over it so no one could’ve known but what remained of his childhood that he liked was gone when the beast fed onto his memories, he felt the numbness taking over his body and he let himself weep with unshed tears and low whimpers that nobody cared to listen anymore. 

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“ How was your visit to Fleur yesterday ?” Harry asked over the breakfast just before he was going to leave for work. 

“ You know how Sam gets really cranky but it was good, Fleur hooked me up with some really good wedding planners-” 

“ Whats wrong with the one we have ?” Harry interjected annoyed only for a moment

“ There’s nothing wrong but I heard that wedding planner’s work and it seems better than the one we have- I mean come on Harry, she’s a newbie “ Ginny shrugged 

Harry sighed “ I’ll look into it then- but if we are changing planners then you’re going to be the one who’s going to tell Miranda, she was really looking forward for this “ Harry pointed at her 

Ginny rolled her eyes sarcastically “ why do I have to be the one who breaks all the hearts ?” 

“ Because love, I don’t like breaking hearts “ Harry stood up smiling then cleaning his dishes and leaving them over the basket on the counter 

“ Fine, I’ll break her heart- I really should’ve thought about all this before I got with you “ She satirically said

Harry tipped off laughing lightly, then encircling his arms around her waist “ But now you’re stuck with me “ 

“ I am ” Ginny whined funnily. 

Harry smiled at her then pressed a soft kiss over her forehead “ I’m going to go ” 

Harry was about to walk into the floo with his briefcase when she interrupted “ aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye ?”

Like something Harry forgot, he turned and gave her a soft kiss over her lips.

“ You’re not still mad at me ?” Ginny asked looking up at Harry. He looked at her for a moment longer then hugged her a goodbye “ I forgave you long ago ”

And he flooed to his work. 

The day went by as it should’ve, for the most part of the day, sending memo’s, approving cases to interns, helping with fellow’s cases and then finally after lunch, he retrieved back into his office and finally sat down to begin his own work but just as he was about to open his file and read from where he left off, his door opened and Ron walked in. 

“ Heard you got a new case ?” 

Harry nodded, opening his file and showing it to Ron. 

“ Hasn’t he gone- loo-” 

“ We don’t know that “ Harry defended loudly 

Ron raised his hands in the air giving up “ Alright, alright, i’m just saying what I’ve heard “ 

Harry sighed relaxing back into his chair, pouring himself a glass of water. 

“ Why all the defense ?” Ron genuinely asked. Harry stared at him for a moment, then shook his head

“ It just reminds me a lot of Sirius you know- this case is awfully similar. Everyone’s convinced he’s a murderer but I really don’t think he is and nobody even have an evidence if he killed someone or not- I just feel like there’s something to this case that’s just wrong “ Harry explained 

Ron shook his head smiling “ I admire how you get too attached to a case and how you try to see the best in people- but its just a case Harry remember. People change a lot overtime and especially Malfoy. I know you think he might be innocent but you never know what someone is capable of, I don’t want you to keep so much faith then end up getting hurt- That’s the last thing I want “ there was the look of pity in Ron’s eyes that was very evident, it had been for sometime now and Harry wishes he’d stop pitying him but he doesn’t want Ron to feel offended, so he simply plays along with it, it was easier than confronting him. 

“ I’ll be fine “ Harry reassured and finally Ron left after talking about a couple more things and he finally got back into his case, opening the page he left at previous night. 

“ Would you comment on what happened the last day you visited Ben codsworth ?” 

“ I had came to visit him, like I normally did but- he was absolutely fine- there seemed hardly anything wrong and I left after I was done visiting him- I did not kill him ”

“ And what exactly was your relationship with him ?”

“ Nothing more than an old friend- he was a family friend, had been for a long time. He used to be our gardener “

“ So What exactly did you do on the visit ?” 

“ All the usual things, I used to read him some things, he’d tell me about his past life and we’d have a cup of coffee “

“ What did you read to him ?” 

“ He was a huge fan of Walt Whitman and Allen ginsberg “ 

“ So you’re saying a man with who was your gardener liked when you read to him literary works like Walt whitman and Allen ginsberg ?” 

“ He was a highly intellectual man. Do not judge him for his choice of profession, he was deeply devoted to Botany ” He put up the argument

“ Was it all that you did for him or were there times when he would do something in return for you, perhaps share his knowledge ?” 

“ He used to do that, he used to share anecdotes “ 

“ An intellectual sharing anecdotes, funny ”

“ But don’t you find it weird that you, A Malfoy had relationships with a gardener as such, from what we know Malfoy’s only acquaints with high profile people ?” 

“ One hears many things mister- and perceive different things too- h-he was n-nothing more than a friend “ 

“  A friend you perhaps wanted to kill ?” 

Draco shook his head vigorously, adamant, yet “ I did not kill him “ 

“ We’ll see about that “ 

Harry frowned as he turned over the page and realized the conversation ended there. He assumed the later part of the conversation would’ve been added somewhere but the conversation ended there. Harry turned a few pages more then relaxed back into his chair finding it obvious that the conversation ended there and he decided to read more after that. The later part of the investigation reports involved statement of the neighbor who lived next door to Ben codsworth and claimed that Draco’s visits were not friendly, infact he always came in a hurry and left in a hurry as if he was there to finish some sort of business. Harry found it weird how the neighbor stated that it seemed like Draco came in a rush and left in a rush because if it were business Draco would not have visited him so often but the assumptions in the concluding portion stated that Ben codsworth was by practice a potioneer for a short while after he worked as their gardener and Draco having shown interest in the potions in his early stages of life and his interest later on explained that he only came to visit Ben because of that but the statements were just an assumption and the entire case until now seemed like an assumption more than any of the evident proofs. Harry read further investigation reports from the caretaker of Ben who said that Draco visited often but for short visits but had never been able to hear any part of their conversation, although the next investigation statement he read from Ben’s close friend, he said he admired Draco and appreciated how during his hard times Draco had been an immense support but the loophole was again pulled off when he noticed that the friends name wasn’t mentioned entirely, for all Harry knew, there might be thousands of Gregory in and out of wizarding world and Ben in his own phonebook might’ve had multiple Greg or Gregory which left him back to where he started, knowing that all of it was based on an assumption. It seemed very convincing that whoever did the investigation had not done a very good job at it so he sent a memo to take the investigation again and this time in his own hands.

By the time he was done with his reading portion for the day it was past his work hour’s and tonight he left the recordings and tapes at the office to re-engage into them later but the taking file with him to find any more of what he could find.

By the time Harry reached the place was empty again, Ginny had gone to visit the wedding planner and see if the wedding planner they wanted to switch it with was worth it or not and during that time he did nothing but read the file again and making copy of the file to highlight the points which seemed important to him.

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“ aren’t you assigned the case to convince that Draco should not be released from azkaban ?” Hermione asked stamping her papers

Harry nodded in disgust “ but there’s something that feels wrong- and you know my intuitions are rarely ever wrong ”

Hermione understandably nodded “ you won’t get the permission for the reinvestigation ”

“ what ?” Harry whipped

“ reopening the investigation means you’re going for the defense but that’s not the job you’ve been given-”

“ so I should just let someone for all i know is innocent die in prison- I’m better than that, I don’t love my job this much to forget what’s right and what’s wrong ” Harry snapped

“I know your morals and I admire your courage but Harry asking to re-investigate would mean that you want to see if there’s nothing wrong and your boss does not want that- he wants you to convince in wizengamot that Draco is guilty - but before you yell again, there are cases where people from office go to azkaban and anyone rarely ever checks which auror went on duty. I’m going along Mathew today to see the conditions of the sanitation, you can come along but you’d have to very sleek- just go through the functioning and to pass through and you might be able to pull it through while I pull some strings to get you into to be in a proper conversation with Draco as a reopened case ” Hermione explained putting her pen and stamp aside then standing up to fix her dress.

Harry looked at her in awe, completely surprised “ you’d do something like that for me ?”

“ only for a while Harry- I can say you came with me as a visitor but I cannot do it everyday. I talked with Ron and he told me how you felt this was important despite the fact that you love every case of yours and get attached to it, it seems like this time you’re fishing something personal and I’ll never understand why ”

Harry sighed “I myself don’t know why- it’s not like I’ve been on the case for so long ” he mumbled.

“ when do we leave ?“Harry added

” 10 minutes. Meet me by floo C-14 “ Hermione said and Harry took it as a sign to leave and prepare to leave.

When it finally came around the time to leave, Harry found himself more nervous and questioning whether whatever he was going to do was right or wrong. 

“ Ready ?” Hermione asked, he hesitantly nodded. 

“ You’ll only have 10 minutes to filter through and check his cell, see who’s guarded him and perhaps on the way check his visitors file if any “ Hermione advised and Harry nodded along and they finally departed to Azkaban, the place he despised the most. 

As Hermione suggested he only had 10 minutes to filter through and get whatever files he could about his visits, to see who was the guard on duty and obtain Draco’s cell number. 

But once he reached there, all hell broke lose.

The part of seeing who guarded Draco’s alley went well and so did obtaining his cell number but just when he reached the office to fetch his visitors file, he immediately stopped as he heard Hermione right outside the office. 

“ John, what are you doing here ?” her voice raised by octaves and Harry immediately hid behind the wall wondering why John, his boss was at Azkaban. 

“ Just doing my routine visit. To see the functioning- what are you doing here ?” He asked hurriedly as if he didn’t want to linger on the real reason he was there.

“ Oh sanitation check up- you can never trust people here” Hermione forced a laughter. 

John laughed louder as if it was actually funny “ Tell me about it” 

Harry heard them talk for a while, Hermione perhaps hovering him in a conversation to distract him and he finally decided it was time he took out his invisibility cloak he had kept for emergency and walked into the storage office and immediately went into search Draco’s files. Harry rushed through rows after rows of tall shelves, going letter by letter and finally reaching the D section. He checked his watch, he had barely 2 minutes to spare and rushed through folders to find Draco’s file and he found it just in time. He nervously checked through columns finding there were not a lot of visitors but he tried to memorize or find any clue that would lead him ahead until he noticed 2 particular visitors who visited often, particularly from March.

Anne Starling. 

John warlock, Harry’s boss.

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An important PS. Note- In the last chapter I had made the mistake of claiming Harry did the job only for money and promotion, which seemed fine while I was writing but I had changed the cause of Harry doing his job because I’ve realise and there are friends who pointed my mistake that Harry has enough money that he could live fine without working for the rest of his life. Therefore I’ve changed the cause to him doing the job because he likes having a purpose in life. I apologise if anyone found it weird.

5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo--” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn't had anything more left to offer.

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The kitten effect

It had been 3 months since Draco broke up with Theo after he had caught him cheating with the girl that lived in the next building right after he had proposed to him even though he was aware that they were rushing into it too fast but he thought of the amazing time they had together and how he knew it was what he wanted, apparently even though Theo had said a yes, it wasn’t something he wanted therefore he cheated. The relationship ended like burning flames and rather badly with Draco losing a place a live, running out of leaves so he had to over work even saturdays and moving into a rather small studio apartment which was if anything expensive but he had no choice and looking for an apartment there wasn’t a piece of cake. Draco realized ever since the break up with Theo which had left him completely shattered, everything in his life had taken an unfortunate turn like the other day when he was travelling back home after having taken a bus for a 5 minute walk it started pouring down and he had taken out the umbrella out of his bag that day in the morning and it was the last of his clothes left for laundry, he remained sick for the rest of the day, or like the time when he was late for work and had missed breakfast and had chosen to take a cup of coffee from the only cafe which wasn’t crowded because it was overly expensive, the coffee went in waste and even his money because someone tripped Draco making him ruin his favorite white shirt he was wearing leaving a large coffee stain which could not be removed by magic or the time when he was signing the final papers of the students he realized that almost every student had written the same answer but later realized he had read the question wrong and he had to do all the 56 sheets he had already done, or the time when he went to purchase a couch and wanted to have it delivered to his place, not only the couch came wrecked but it had a no exchange policy. Clearly his life hasn’t been a delight and every day something or the other kept getting messed up that Draco was running on his last straw. He had been through so much in the last 3 months and so overly exhausted that he was barely hanging on.

Today was just another day in the wrecked life of Draco malfoy and the only sunday he had been free and he was just about to finally pick on some reading when then he decided to work on the paper mache model of mandrake and that of tiny flasks that he had to show to his classroom and put it in the classroom for decoration that he had been trying to work on for a long time but due to the exhaustion from life in general he had been putting the model on hold, so today he decided to take out the incomplete model and try to finish it since it takes a lot of time to dry but apparently just as he took the models out, the intricate model of mandrake had somehow gone damp and had ruined the roots that took him weeks to make and despite his strong urge to treat it with magic he knew that it would thoroughly wrong, especially after he had read Gallivan’s magic theories for muggle artifacts: what to do and what not to do ? He resided with fixing it the normal artistic way but the more he tried to fix it, the more he wrecked it but he continued to fix it and an hour later most of the mandrakes roots fell off and in exhaustion and recklessness he accidentally pushed the models of tiny flasks off the table he had made which cracked them up. It was the most he could take and the mental breakdown found its way to him and he broke down crying and screaming into the pillow for such a long time that his throat became sore but the tears didn’t leave until his door was knocked upon and he tidied himself up and check who it was. He pulled himself up together, encouraging himself in a fake way, wiping his face until his eyes and cheeks went all red and opened the door with a forced smile and there stood someone with their back faced towards Draco. 

“Yes?” Draco asked. He turned around and it turned out to be a very familiar face. 

“Draco” He grinned 

“Potter” and he immediately internally slapped himself for not addressing him by his first name.

“ Hi- what are you doing here?" Draco immediately asked

" I was- well I moved in here recently and my radiator broke down and I was wondering If you had a tool- were you crying ?" Harry suddenly asked after having notices the dry patches of tears on his face and his red eyes.

" what- no! You said you need something-"

" your eyes are all red and your shirt seems wet" Harry pointed.

Draco huffed " I just washed my face and the soap got into my eyes "

Harry's face immediately dawned with realisation and apologized thereafter for sounding intrusive.

" you needed something?" Draco asked finally, his feets finally turning a little too cold in the November chills.

" oh yeah- my radiator broke down and the electrician cannot come before 5, so I thought maybe I could fix on my own but I don't have the toolbox- so I was wondering if you had it ?" Harry asked

" I have the tool box but i highly doubt it'd help " Draco said as he turned around and walked into his apartment navigating Harry to just come inside.

" why ?"

" did your knob break down ?" Draco asked bending down to open the storage cabinet beneath the TV stand and looking for the tool box

" well yeah but I think something broke inside too " Harry replied

" there's hardly anything you can do- I can lend you but I must tell you it's a waste of your energy and time-"

" are those paper mache?" Harry interjected.

Draco stood up with his tool box and approaching Harry " yeah, I messed them up “ He sighed in disappointment. 

Harry looked at Draco for a moment before he sat down cross legged over the carpeted floor and starting fixing the broken paper mache. 

" I highly it would do anything- I tried and i’ve been trying to fix it all day but I don’t think its repairable anymore- I’ll just make new one-” 

“Do you have glue ?” Harry interrupted and Draco nodded, immediately bringing him the glue.

Draco sat down across Harry and curiously watched him as he fixed the paper mache with utter concentration that he felt almost bad for him because he knew there was no scope of repair and he knew Harry was wasting his time but he didn’t had it in his heart to tell him the truth just because how eagerly he was working on it.

He sat there watching for a few more minutes until he realised that Harry was infact making progress and before he knew it, Harry had not only fixed the tiny cracked flasks he had made but had also managed to ameliorate the Mandrake model and have been very successful at giving the Mandrake a crying look and Draco was all but very disappointed, in himself.

" You would just need to paint these now-"

" How did you- how did you fix it ?" Draco asked almost upset.

" oh it was nothing, I just added glue to the parts where the flasks cracked and pasted a bit of newspaper over it and the Mandrake roots, I just- well I don't know what I did but they're not damp anymore and they seem strong- but I did use glue to highlight the expression" Harry explained grinning turning the models in his hand and rather proud of himself.

Draco suddenly grew upset and frustrated at the same time because of how easy Harry made it sound and how easily he just did it in few minutes while he had sat down for months to perfect the models little by little to make it as realistic as possible and he did it without even trying and it only frustrated him more because now when he saw the models he liked them more than he should've and it saddened him that he could not a simple task as this and he grew much more disappointed in himself which ultimately drove him in a circle of how many regular things he had been fucking up and no matter how hard he tried nothing seemed to get better and right here Harry made it all so simple.

" Are you okay ?" Harry asked approaching draco and sitting down next to him on the couch.

"What ?" Draco asked, coming out of his series of thoughts.

" You seemed to be zoned out- are you doing okay ?" Harry asked generosity flowing in his words.

"Yeah- I'm fine- it's just I've been trying to fix this and making it for month's and you just did it in a few minutes without having to cry over it or without feeling completely disappointed in yourself " Draco forced a chuckle as if it was funny but it wasn't and he noticed how Harry didn't take it as a joke and stood up abruptly, wiping his hands to the side of his jeans.

" I- I happened to know how to fix things- I'm actually known for it but the thought that you tried is not disappointing, you tried at least and that's something " Harry shrugged.

Draco shook his head " that's what it is- trying isn't enough-"

" but it is enough, it's more than enough-"

" It's not- if it were I'd be with my damning boyfriend right now- which is why everything is so fucked up in my life right now. If trying was enough I wouldn't be living in a fucking studio apartment that doesn't even have enough space yet paying half my salary for this piece of shit. Trying isn't enough " Draco snapped loudly and even though he expected Harry to wince or at least be taken a back, he didn't, instead he approached Draco and with hesitation wrapped his arms around his body.

"Wha- What are you doing ?" Draco stuttered.

" Hugging you" Harry replied

"Bu- But I don't want you to- I don't need your hu-"

" shush- just relax- breathe in and out and just go with the flow " Harry adviced and even though Draco remained numb for what felt like the longest of time, he eventually gave in and after taking few deep breaths, he finally embraced Harry in a hug and within a few seconds his hesitation was lost and he found himself weeping into his arms like he was a glass that shattered after it hit the ground and he clinged onto Harry rather tightly.

Harry moved his hand up and down Draco's back in comfort and kept appreciating things about Draco, telling him that everything will be alright and that to let it all out.

It was several minutes later when Draco had found himself hiccuping that he finally decided to break the hug and wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves but Harry didn't let him, he wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves with a beautiful smile that melted Draco's heart.

" feel better ?" Harry asked smiling.

Draco nodded hesitantly then instantly apologized " I didn't mean to- I- I don't know what came over me but I really just don't go hugging around random people "

" I'm not a random person Draco- I'm your used to be arch nemesis, your abandoned acquaintance from school, now your neighbor. I'm not nobody to you- I'm someone and I don't mind it. Psychology says that a person needs at least 8 hugs in a day to feel fine so I think it's absolutely fine- besides I was the one who Hugged you- you see I'm a hugger and it's really comforting to people and me as well- it's like the effect that kitten have on humans- basically a kitten induces serotonin or some other hormone which makes a person feel happy, hugs have the same effect. It's just affection- " Harry rambled and without a reason Draco found it admirable and adorable.

" Why don't you tell me about your Shitty life while I make us some coffee so you feel better ? Or anything that you like ?" Harry asked

" but your radiator ?"

" It can wait- I want to know about that asshole of your boyfriend who left you " Harry grinned and for the first time draco found himself genuinely chuckling and he led him into kitchen.

Despite the broken radiator at home and the absolutely cold place Harry knew he would be returning to at night and all the mess he left because he thought he'd be returning in five minutes and the date he had tonight after a very long time, he cancelled all of them and decided that it was much better to stay with Draco and be there for him and as long as Draco didn't know about his plans, it was more than fine. The rest of things, his friends, his date, his Life could wait as long Draco didn't know about it and weirdly Harry found it absolutely normal and if not, he even loved it.

And Draco, for the first time in the longest time actually found himself smiling unknowingly and he just knew it then that maybe it was time to move on. For the first time he felt happy and he knew he would be fine, as long as he knew Harry was there. Infact he knew with Harry would be more than fine because maybe Harry induced the kitten effect on him, and he thought it was adorable.

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The Butterfly Effect -

- Part 3 

“ I beg you, please- please take it away “ He plead with his hands joint to the guard who stood a few miles away talking to someone he knew he loathed with every little atom of his body. The guard and the man looked at him vaguely before they resumed talking and he begged and he begged and he begged again but none of them showed him any mercy as if he was nothing but an abandoned toy to them. He cried and he weeped and he whimpered until his voice went mute and he fell over the ground another day he had lost count of, his body writhing and shaking in fits before he was driven into unconsciousness and insanity. 

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“ I need to get that register “ Harry bellowed at hermione. 

“ I’m doing the most I can, we barely made it out last time- you have to be patient “ Hermione snapped back.

Harry sighed defeated and sat down over the couch in her living room “It’s very important”

“ I know- but you have to be patient. I’m doing the most I can and above everything else if it is what you think it is then we’re going to have to do it more secretly ” Hermione explained to him walking into the living room with a hot cup of cocoa for Harry and one for her own.

“ We don’t have that much time ” harry told her.

“ Yes we do- just hold on “ Hermione told him.

Harry looked at her for a few moment before he nodded it off. 

“ What do you think otherwise John was doing there ?” Hermione asked suddenly. 

Harry shrugged “ I can’t be sure “ 

Hermione shook her head “ Where have you reached anyways, any lead ?” 

Harry placed the cup of cocoa on the table then said “ That’s the problem, I don’t have a lead, I haven’t reached anywhere. All this time I’ve just been reading the investigation reports, statements and watching and listening to the tapes “ 

“ Anything that you think is odd ?” Hermione asked again 

Harry shook his head “ My intuition says there is something wrong because few conversations just end abruptly but the rest, all of it just points that Draco is convincingly the murderer- except this statement by victim’s old friend but his entire name wasn’t mentioned “ he told her. 

Hermione shook her head understandably “ Why don’t you reach out to Draco’s friends? They might know something, don’t you think- you said he used to be a gardener and Malfoy’s have had some pretty old relations with pureblood families, there must be someone who could help you“ 

Harry looked at her in surprise, almost disappointed how it didn’t come into his mind but Hermione have always beeb better at thinking quick than him “ I know- the Zabini’s left the country ages ago- suspect they’re in the US- I highly doubt Malfoy’s kept any relations with the Goyle’s and Crabbe’s- That leaves us with Parkinson-” 

“ Parkinson “ They said simultaneously 

“ I haven’t seen Pansy in years- I don’t even know if she even lives in the country anymore “ Harry pointed 

Hermione thought for a moment then as if something struck her, she got up on her feet and walked into some other room while Harry waited knowing this meant she was looking some sort of her book but this time she returned back with a small card, what seemed like a business card. 

“ Someone gave me this ages ago- Boyce Parkinson but I don’t know if its the same family. For all we know nobody knows if she even had a brother but I think its worth a try “ Hermione gave it to him. 

Harry took the card and read it “ That’s not so far “ he pointed “but what if its not who we think he is ?” 

“ Then we will find Pansy” Hermione answered 

“ Do you think she would even want to help us ?”Harry worriedly asked. Hermione didn’t say anything, there was nothing that could have been said. The game they were playing was a tricky game, a game based on chance and if luck was with them then they would find her and will have something to lead with but if not then this case would get longer than Harry had thought of. 

At night when Harry had decided to leave the company of Ron and Hermione and finally go back to his place, to Ginny, Ron interrupted him while Hermione got busy in the kitchen. 

“ You think you’re going to be able to finish the case before the wedding since you’re obviously going to take a leave ?” 

“ I-I really don’t know. I’ve had the case for almost a week and tomorrow’s a weekend, I can only hope “ Harry shrugged 

“ Look- even if you think its going to take longer- just try to finish it sooner “ Ron adviced and Harry nodded and was again going to walk out of their place when Ron stopped him another time. 

“ Hey- I heard you are looking for a way to trespass through Azkaban, I know someone who can help you- but he’s out of town recently “ Ron said. Harry looked behind him, Hermione finishing up filling her jar of water. 

“ I’m listening “ 

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“ Remember don’t sound suspicious “ Hermione warned him again. Harry nodded despite that he wanted to roll his eyes, he didn’t, clinging his jacket tighter to his body he crossed the road watching Hermione leave after a few minutes. 

Harry breathed deeply before he face planted a smile and walked into the bakery, his hands in his pockets for a casual look and nodding his head along the way at people he didn’t even know.

” welcome-how can I serve you today ?“ The man behind the counter who looked almost around Harry’s age, maybe even an year or two younger.

” why don’t you get me one of your choice- surprise me “ Harry smiled.

The man smiled then nodded ” we don’t usually get these but I’ll get you one of my absolute favourite- and just a secret I add whenever I take one for myself “

” good weekend ?“ Harry asked and the man nodded, grinning.

” So should I Also it’s your bakery then ?“ Harry asked trying to sound as casual as possible, looking around the bakery, it was actually a pretty interesting place to be in.

” I’m not supposed to tell this but yeah- I serve only the morning hours on Monday “ He replied.

” you must be Boyce then ?“ Harry asked then showed him the card he bought with himself.

” I- we stopped using business cards a long time ago “ he suspiciously said cutting a piece of brown looking pastry into smaller pieces.

” oh- that’s just my friend found it in her old stock- she’s moving so and she found your business card and she kept going on and on about how good this place is, so I thought to myself why not try it myself “ Harry added hand movements for gesture to not seem like a random stranger. He didn’t understand however why was it so hard to pretend to be normal.

” Must’ve been some customer then- I am Boyce and you are?“ He asked

Harry smiled then wondered for a moment whether he should tell his name or not, then went with the later ” Ron “

The man nodded and handed Harry his pastries, taking the money from Harry.

” say- Boyce- do you believe magic exists ?“ Harry asked finally.

Boyce frowned ” that’s an odd question to ask- love can be magical if that’s what you mean “

” No I mean- magic magic, like actual wand sort of magic ?“ Harry asked again.

Boyce stared at Harry in confusion, then stepped back ” I don’t know what you mean “ and unfortunately Harry had to go back.

Day 1 of finding Pansy Parkinson- progress = 0.

He dropped the Pastries at home, leaving a note for Ginny ” for you “ and going back to work again and telling Hermione all about what happened.

Meanwhile Ron’s work of trying to help Harry infiltrate through Azkaban was running low.

And he was again left with nothing but reading the statement and watching the video tapes again.

Until it hit him. Relations. His blood relations. Draco had to have been touch with his family members, it can’t be possible otherwise and it was highly suspicious how neither of the parents statements were there in the tapes, nor was it mentioned in the files.

” I need files on Lucius Malfoy “ Harry asked the librarian. She looked at him in a suspicious way but decided not to put up a fight and gave him the the aisle number to access the file. Harry looked for file after file, in the entire L section but apparently there existed too many Lucius. After spending too much time that his hands got entirely covered in dust when he finally found Lucius’s file.

Name : Lucius Malfoy

Date of birth : 2 March 1954

Sex : Male

Blood status : Pure blood

Blood line : Malfoy

Date of imprisonment : 4 June 1998

Cause of imprisonment : Accused of murder during Wizarding War 2, Known death eater, Served the Dark lord and involved in various malicious activities including trespassing of information through the ministry. 

Note added: 

Found dead in the cell of Azkaban 

Cause of Death : Probable forced starvation

Date of death : 3 November 2001 

Any further inquiries or ongoing cases on the respective prisoner are hereby dismissed. 

Case 23TH49 - CLOSED 

Harry sighed disappointed as he read through his details and figured the reason why Lucius’s statements were not involved in Draco’s file yet he still had Narcissa to go to, only he knew he was a dead start since he hadn’t seen her since the final graduation day that too for not more than a glimpse. He flipped the pages through the file, reading the headlines of any inquiries that ever even started or Lucius defense statements in itself which frankly to Harry seemed like a child had wrote it. He was briefly reading through statements unless something felt worth reading until he stopped at a single page, 

“How long did you serve the Dark lord for ?” 

“During the first war and the later half of the second war “ 

“ So you would say you were not a servant of the dark lord during that period- am i correct ?” a nod “ Then you had the choice to inform to the ministry or do benefit to release information about the dark lord but you did not- was it perhaps for your own benefit ?” 

“ I attained no benefit in seeking the ministry- that place is filled with cockroach like servants like you who would stick up one’s *** for promotion “ 

“ If I were you- I’d mind my language Mr. Malfoy “ 

A break was added before the encounter began again. 

“ So you faithfully were still serving the Dark lord, even though during the First war you stated that you were under imprerius curse ?” 

Lucius Malfoy chose not to say anything. 

“ How do you think this effected your relationship with your son- Draco is it- Draco malfoy? You grew him in the light of worshiping the Dark lord ?” 

“ He served what he felt was right- he lived an absolutely perfect childhood-” 

“ And how exactly do you define normal ?” 

“ Normal like everyone else’s- “ 

“ So you mean a place where he had a nice christmas, one where the dinner table always held beautiful cherishing and absolutely informative conversations ?” 

Lucius didn’t reply. 

“ Your son says otherwise- He mentions that you had managed to wreck his childhood and inflicted trauma on him especially during the vital teenage years because he was forced to become a death eater “ 

“ It was his decision- He wanted to serve the Dark lord- It was his fate- It was meant to be” 

“ A fate that you decided for him “ 

Lucius had angrily stared at the investigator, thoroughly offended as if he couldn’t believe it but his later behaviour while left alone in the cell indicated he was mad at himself. 

“ You tricked your son with what? I imagine some expensive gift might not have worked on him- significantly because you forced him to grow up that those things didn’t appeal him- so what did you bribe him with?  A freedom perhaps that you couldn’t provide him? Or you didn’t bribe him at all, instead tortured him ?” 

Lucius remained silent again. 

The investigation ended and after that the case was closed once Lucius got admitted into the hospital due to starvation and remained in the ward for a long time and upon his return no investigations were further made and sooner he was found dead. 

The case ended with a bunch of loophole and even less of any evidence that Lucius has infact forced Draco to take the mark which would have inevitably worked well towards his defense but Lucius was dead and there was no coming back from the dead. 

And Harry was back where he started, with nothing. 

“ I need files on Narcissa Malfoy “ Harry asked the librarian again. She groaned at him then looked through her files. 

“ There are no investigation files- only general file- N154″ 

Harry frowned then walked through alleys until he reached the alley and with much difficulty found the file and he took the only file he found on her back to his office. 

Name: Narcissa Malfoy

Date of birth: 7 January 1956

Sex : Female 

Blood status : Pure Blood 

Blood line : Black 

Accused charges : Serving the Dark Lord, known Death eater, Trespassing

The following wasn’t imprisoned yet case held in Wizegamont found guilty and put under Probation for 1 year. 

Harry turned anymore pages to see if there was anything more to her file but except the court hearings and a few of her pictures, there was nothing which he found surprising because despite not just being guilty, there were no conclusive statement of how her probation even ended, if it did even or did she like Lucius die before time? 

Harry threw his head back the chair staring up at the ceiling of his office covered in old looking wallpaper of Palm leaves. 

Narcissa Malfoy could not have been dead, or could she ? There was only one way to find out. 

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5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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prompt: panick attack!Draco and harry to the rescue

Circles

Harry hurriedly cut the phone call he was on, stuffing his phone back in his pocket and fetching his keys, cursing at the quarters that fell out when he took out the keys.

He kicked open the door with a light kick because of his hands full and walked into towards the living room and dropping all his files and bag over the piled-up things already there on the table and thereafter finally decided to go into the bedroom only he hadn't expected to walk into what he actually walked into. He walked rapidly towards the bed and hugged the shaking man.

" shush- Draco- love, I'm here- I'm here now " Harry rubbed his back while Draco still kept shaking under his hold.

Harry kissed the top of his head as he heard his whimpers and reassured Draco over and over again that he was finally here and everything is alright. This was his 5th panic attack after Harry had returned from St. Mungo's after a month of being in the facility due to the coma he was in. It was understandable how Draco was scared each time Harry would leave and sometimes without telling him so Draco wouldn't worry but it pained Harry each time he walked into a shaking Draco. He wasn't always like this, nor did he ever have frequent attacks but ever since the last case Harry did and almost died at the scene if it wasn't for the rest of the team and his remote chances of surviving back then had taken a toll on Draco. He was told too many times that Harry's chances of waking up from the coma were very slim and his injuries were rather deadly but it only hit Draco more during the time Harry was having fits while waking up from it and Draco assumed that he was never going to see him again and that was the first attack. Ever since Harry had returned Draco had been so much better but with quitting his job and giving out new applications, Harry had to leave Draco alone sometimes, and someday's Draco goes absolutely fine without it but someday's like today Draco winds himself up in too many worries and the deadliest possibilities that he ends up having another attack and while normally Harry always comes just in time and reassures him, Harry still remains afraid and worried of Draco a lot. He worries a lot if this was what the rest of the coming years would look like.

" Draco" Harry calls him, cupping his face to force him to look at Harry " babe, listen- look at me- I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere, alright" harry reassures. Draco tries to nod but he could still feel himself constricting too much.

" Look at me- just keep looking at me- I'm here and I'm never leaving you alright- ever, okay- Can you count for me, just till 5, can you do that ?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded and stuttered out the numbers yet Harry knew it didn't help.

" Love- okay Tell me your favorite colour" Harry asks again

" Emerald " Draco replied, his voice soothing by just a fraction.

" And where do you see them the most ?" Harry asks, his hands moving into intertwine with that of Draco to affirm him of a comforting physical touch.

" Your eyes" Draco replied. Harry felt it in his hands when Draco's shaking lessened little by little.

" You like my eyes ?" Harry asked

Draco nodded and Harry smiled " I love your eyes too- You know the clouds outside reminded me of your eyes today, then I thought about you and then I thought about how much I love you- do you know how much I love you? More stars love the moon, or the sun does the moon or more than infinity- I love you so much- much more than anything in the world, more than anything in the universe "

Draco tried to smile and Harry took it as a good sign and pressed his forehead against Draco's and with his intertwined fingers, he drew circles on his thighs to distract him.

" You like circles- right ?"

Harry could feel him nod.

" Draw circles with me," Harry asked, and then Draco too with his intertwined hands drew circles over his own thighs. A moment or two later, Harry's eyes danced over his exposed wrist and he pulled his sleeve getting an idea and exposed the tattoo he got of Draco's Patronus, a doe and with Draco's fingers and traced it and found instantly how his breathing turned normal moment by moment as they kept tracing the tattoo on his wrist and eventually with Harry's added assurances Draco's faltered breathing came to normal and Harry kissed his cheek when it did so.

" How do you feel now?"

"Better" Draco nodded but neither of them moved away, their foreheads still pressed together and hands still tracing over Harry's tattoo.

" I really love you Draco" Harry assured him once again.

" I know" Draco's voice broke as he said so and Harry immediately created space to look at Draco.

"I'm never leaving you alone" Harry confirmed

"I want you to- I can't spend the rest of my life having attacks every time you go out- I don't want you to be worried every single time you walk into the bedroom and find me like this- I wish you would stop worrying about me" Harry could see it in his face how hurt Draco was and it pained him to see Draco like this and he just wishes he could take his pain but he didn't know-how.

" But I worry about you, just like you do for me" Harry assured

"But you don't end up like me- I want to be fine-"

" You are fine, love, you are. You almost lost me and I would never know how it feels, okay- It's okay what you feel and how you feel and there's nothing wrong- stop worrying about how unnecessary you feel or how stupid it seems to you- If I had almost lost you- I can't even think of anything after that- I would've never been able to survive, but you did- You are so strong Draco- even when you think you're not, You are. You are strong, beautiful, and gorgeous and the fact that I put you through this hurts me so much but I can't take it back, I wish I could but I can't and I wish I could just do something to make it all go away but I can't except I can promise you that I will always love you, even in the afterlife " Harry painfully told him and it was true, Harry could never survive in a world without Draco, to even think of a life without Draco scared let alone see he almost dying, Harry would've lost his sanity but he knew it that there was nowhere he would ever rather be but with Draco.

Draco couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, he could have said so many things but nothing even made sense nor did he even know what to say except that he knew he was the luckiest man alive.

" I love you Harry- don't ever leave me" Draco pleaded.

Harry smiled at him and promised him " Never" and even if he worried someday's about Draco, he kept his promise.

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Thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: tickling

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The Apparition is smooth, and Draco lands clean on his feet. Harry, as always, falls flat on his arse. Draco tries to stifle his laugh as he helps Harry up, but Harry still directs a glare his way.

“I’m glad I brought the food,” Draco says, watching intently as Harry dusts off his jeans and tries to fix his hair. Tries being the operative word.

Harry’s glare turns into a scowl. “Yes yes, I’m hopeless at Apparating. Just remember that I put this together for you.”

“And for that I am very thankful,” Draco says, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s. “Come on, let’s find a spot.”

Harry sets off in front of Draco--likely pretending to be annoyed a little longer--and Draco hurriedly follows after him, the basket of food and drink knocking into his thigh.

Draco had always thought that picnics were for girls. That they belonged in his mother’s romance novels and not anywhere in his life. The first time Harry had packed a lunch and dragged Draco to the park, Draco had been grumpy and very skeptical. Now, they do this nearly every week.

Catching up to Harry, he threads his free hand into Harry’s and squeezes. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry looks at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He nods, squeezing Draco’s hand back. “What about under that tree?”

Draco follows the direction Harry juts his chin in, and agrees. A massive tree stretches out over a field of wildflowers, covering the grass with splashes of pink, purple, and yellow. “Perfect.”

Harry tugs on Draco’s hand and drags him to the tree. Harry unfolds the blanket, and Draco places the basket down on top of it. The sun filters through the leaves above, casting beautiful shadows onto the blanket. Draco watches as Harry gets into a comfortable position, and then he lies down on top of him.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, the movement ruffling Draco’s hair. He tuts at Harry, but doesn’t complain when Harry threads his fingers into his hair.

“Look at that cloud Draco,” Harry murmurs into his ear. “It looks like a cat.”

Draco scoffs, opening his eyes and squinting past the sun. He tries to follow Harry’s gaze, but all he sees is clouds. “Nope. Not seeing it.”

Harry chuckles, his chest rising and falling underneath Draco. “I guess I just have superior vision then.”

Holding back a laugh, Draco turns around slightly to look at Harry. “And what about if I were to take those hideous glasses off your stupid, unattractive face?”

Harry makes a noise of protest and catches Draco’s arms, holding them firmly in place on the off chance Draco actually tried. “I don’t think so. Besides, you love my stupid, unattractive face.”

Draco huffs but doesn’t deny it. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He shrugs. “Look! That one looks like you!”

Harry releases Draco’s arms in favour of running his fingertips up his sides, making goose bumps rise on Draco’s skin. “I’m sure it doesn’t.”

“No look! It has massive eyes, messy hair, and glasses! Plus, it looks like it’s angry.”

Harry’s fingers dig into Draco’s ribs, ripping an undignified shriek out of him. He tries to wrestle away, but Harry flips them over so Draco’s chest is pressed into the blanket and he has nowhere to go. Harry tickles him incessantly, unrelenting in his torture. Draco whips his head back and forth, wriggling around to try and dislodge Harry. Bloody bastard is too strong.

“Say it, Draco,” Harry murmurs, breath warm on the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco feels himself blushing, knowing exactly what Harry is asking. “Say what?”

Harry doesn’t give a verbal response, just picks his tickling back up.

Draco struggles to calm down, laughter wrecking his breathing, and Harry eventually stops. “Say it.”

Draco shakes his head, hiding his smirk in the blanket. They don’t always end up wrestling like idiots, but it's a common enough occurrence, and Harry only ever wants one thing to occur before stopping.

The first time it had happened, Draco had been insulting Harry’s reading habits. Apparently, he doesn’t only read Quidditch Weekly, but Draco still finds that hard to believe. He had been reduced to begging, his breath erratic and tears trailing down his face with laughter. Harry had forced him further though, and Draco had eventually caved. I’m sorry.

“Absolutely not Potter. Now get off me, you buffoon,” Draco snaps, knowing that his smile would be a dead give away if Harry could see it.

“Come on. Two words Malfoy, surely you can manage.” Harry presses Draco into the ground harder, before nuzzling into the nape of his neck. Sap.

Draco huffs out a breath. There’s nothing for it. Swallowing his (admittedly, small amount of) pride, Draco finally mumbles out: “I’m sorry.”

Harry laughs against his neck, but releases his grip slightly. Draco shivers when his fingertips trail gently up his sides again. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear it.”

Draco shakes his head before bucking Harry off him. He listens to him hit the ground, laughter immediately overtaking Harry too. “Consider yourself lucky I said it at all,” Draco says, rolling onto his back and combing his fingers through his hair. He reaches for the basket of food, pulling out an apple and biting into it. The crunch is loud in his ears, and sweet juice floods his mouth. Perfect.

He hears Harry release a content sigh, and turns to watch him reposition himself. With his arms tucked under his head and his eyes closed to the sun, he looks peaceful. Happy. Draco rolls onto his side, shamelessly watching Harry just exist.

“Thank you for taking me out, Harry,” Draco whispers, the words somehow still loud in the quiet of the park.

“Always, Draco.”

It’s a promise, and Harry always keeps his promises.

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Keep my heart

I wondered if I shouldve told you all thatI I couldn't, the words that were on my lips but never dared to leave. I wondered if you'd had stayed to hold my hand a little longer if I had told you that you feel like the sun to me, if I had told you that you feel like my favourite sweater I don't ever want to throw, if I had told you that you felt like that first snitch I caught pasted in my memories so vividly, if I had told you that you feel like the river I had never been to but always felt like home, if I had told you that you felt like the track I'd listen to without ever getting bored or the music that I'd always dance to even when my legs stop working, if I had told you that being with you felt like going to the end of the world just to breath because you helped me breath when the rest of the world wouldn't let me breath, if I had told you that being with you felt like floating in a galaxy full of stars that Only I had known, if I had told you that being with you felt like the simplest of Infinities come true. I wondered if you'd had stayed if I had told you that your silver eyes shone brighter than the moon in the dark night, I wondered if you'd had stayed if I had given you my heart and never asked for it back, I wonder if you'd had stayed if I told you that I want to grow old with you, that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, that I want to share all the rest of my dances with you, that you can have my heart and keep it with yours so we're together forever.

I wonder if you'd had stayed if I had stopped you. I wondered if you'd had stayed.

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The Butterfly effect 

- Part 4 

“ Boyce- Hi” Harry announced as he walked into the bakery the next time he paid him a visit. 

Boyce looked at Harry strangely as he should’ve, walking closer to the counter to get his order “You’re here again- What can I get you ?” 

Harry tried to dissolve the unknown tension with a smile and whatever absurd thing that came in his head “ I want to take something that’s soft but also something to take on a date type thing” 

The man looked at him weirdly and Harry was sure that by the looks of it he was going to hand him a random cake or muffin but for the progress to be made he knew he had to do what it takes. 

“ You didn’t answer my question the other day you know “ Harry said as he took out his wallet to pay for the thing he knew he wasn’t going to eat. 

“ What question ?” Boyce lied.

“ You know- If you believed magic was real or not ?” Harry smiled 

Boyce sighed “ Listen- are you writing a children’s book or what ?”

Harry immediately got confused and picked up the cup cakes he packed him “ why would I write a children book ?” 

“ Why would you ask a random person a random question ?” he questioned back.

Harry shook his head then without putting out a defense gave up and walked out of the bakery with a dissatisfied sigh and dropped the cupcakes back at his place for ginny. 

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“ Hermione- I really need the allowance” Harry snapped, once again, the 3rd time this week.  

“ And I’ve been consistently saying I’ve been trying to do my best- Merlin Harry you can be so impatient sometimes “ she snapped back. 

Harry collapsed back down on the chair, breathing rather raggedly “ It- its just I’m running out on time” 

“ How long do you have ?” Hermione countered 

“ I don’t exactly know but I’m taking a week off for wedding- so that leaves me with only 3 weeks” Harry answered. 

Hermione looked at her watch on the table knowing fully well their time together had ran out and she had another meeting to go to. She finally looked up at him “ I’ll try to get the allowance in two more days okay- can you do that ? In the meantime try thinking out of the box- from a different perspective” she suggested

“ I’ve already done that- several times but it leads nowhere except for why most of Draco’s statements end with L’appel du vide “ Harry sighed 

“ What does it mean?” 

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Harry hunched over the chair once again, his hands supporting his head as he read the highlighted words he made with a disappointed and dissatisfied expression. 

“ Why do you keep saying those words by the end ?” Harry whispered in the air. 

“ Need a break ?” he heard from the door and Harry looked up to find Ron standing at the doorway, his hands in his pocket. 

“ I don’t need a break- I need to break into Azkaban and get the visitors register- that’s what I need “ Harry sighed. Ron chuckled, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his leg and taking the chair before Harry’s desk. 

“ I know Hermione is working on the allowance- just trust her, you know how slow the ministry can be” Ron shrugged. Harry thought about it for a moment then nodded knowing exactly how ministry can be. 

“ Just talk to me about it- anything but the case “ Ron suggested 

Harry sighed again “ I haven’t done my wedding shopping yet- I know Ginny have but I’ve just been trying to complete cases after cases so I can take a couple of days off you know but it’s getting a little exhausting “ 

Ron nodded understandably then as if something struck his mind he said “ I’d do your clothing shopping “ 

“ What ?” 

“ Of course I can do that- I’ve done your shopping before and we’ve practically grown up together so I know what looks good on you and what doesn’t and what you like- I can help with that, How does that sound ?” Ron suggested 

Harry frowned impressively “ Really insensitive on my part for the wedding but it takes a load off me, so yeah that would just be fantastic “ 

“ Anytime mate, I’m here for you “ Ron smiled and Harry grinned back knowing he really had his back for everything. 

“ Apart from that everything is fine with you- right ?” Ron asked, concerned. 

Harry nodded his head “ Of course” 

“ So anything else I can help with- maybe a treacle tart, running lose in Azkaban, bombarding those cells, casting john on fire ?” 

Harry laughed “ Believe every single one of them is what I want to do but I can’t, apparently I need to think outside the box “ 

“ Outside the box? What do you mean ?” Ron asked 

“ Hermione is suggesting that I’m missing out on something but I’ve already read the files over 5 times, not just Draco’s but his fathers and even his mother but I’m really in a puzzle because Lucius is dead and Narcissa is nowhere to be found, at least according to me” Harry explained 

“ What about any family friends ?” Ron asked 

“ Been trying to track down Parkinson but I don’t even know if it’s the right Parkinson I’m even tracking” Harry told him 

Ron frowned “ Pansy did run out of sight “ Harry nodded, agreeing. 

“ What about the goyle or the Crabbe’s ?” 

“ Lost contact after the war” 

“ Zabini ?” 

“ Out of continent “

“ Theodore Nott ?” 

“ Out of- Wait, who ?” Harry confusedly asked 

“ Theodore Nott, the 4th member in their group, well not really-really but Theodore used to be Draco’s friend till 5th year- don’t you remember the Tall guy- black hair, used to wear really expensive shoes-Oh- Draco and him used to laugh a lot together- well insulted but still- why again are you trying to defend that douche ?” Ron questioned with a distasteful look 

“ It doesn’t matter why, I just think he’s innocent and incapable of committing a murder- but I don’t remember any Theodore “ Harry frowned 

Ron poked his chin thinking then something struck him again “They used to go to the library together- he was good at studies” 

“ Tall, black-haired you say?”

“ As I can recall “ Ron shrugged 

“ Guess, I’ll pay him a visit- where do I find him ?” 

“ London Real estate, last where I heard of him” 

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“ I don’t know why you had to bring me with you “ Ron grumbled by Harry’s side. 

“ I didn’t want to be embarrassed alone” Harry mumbled. 

“ Mr. Potter- He’s ready to see you “ His assistant smile and they gave her a firm smile and walked through the doors into the large maple wood loft-like room, which was just his meeting office.

” I know why you’re here, “ he said before Harry or Ron could’ve even said Hello, even though they had planned that they would but apparently easier said than done.

” I really need your help “ Harry sighed

” I haven’t been in the wizarding world for almost 7 years now- I know you got Draco’s case- trust me I have sources- but even if try to convince that he is a murderer- he’s innocent, he wouldn’t ever-“

” Exactly- I know he’s innocent “ Harry interjected

Theo frowned then pulled himself back into the chair. Ron and Harry finally sat down in the chair in front of his desk and leaned forward.

” I want enough proof to convince that Draco’s innocent-“

” But you’re running against him “ Theo interrupted

” it’s a long story- right now- all I need is everything that you can tell me about Draco’s childhood- his gardener if you remember?“

” bloomy Ben ?“

” the what Ben ?“

” The Bloomy Ben- that’s what Draco used to call him at least- he really looked upto him. He told me he was heartbroken the day he told him that Ben needed to move away for a while for his study-“

” what study ?“

” I really don’t know- Draco and I were never close friend’s alright, we just had crappy conversations Sometimes okay but I only know that Ben moved away for a while- it happened during the school break and by the time Draco even heard from him- he was already running his own botanist farm or something like that-“

” A botanist farm ?“ Ron interjected this time

” yeah- His botanist farm- he used to study- botany there- a lot of different cures for a lot of magic went wrong- and used to make potions out of his plants but that is the most I know- he used to stop talking about Ben after a while “ Theodore explained, ending with a shrug, expressing that he never understood why Draco did it.

” anything you can think of why he’d suddenly stop talking about him ?“ Harry asked

” I think because it hurt him talking about Ben- as I said he really looked up to him “ Theo shrugged.

Ron and Harry nodded after a while understandably.

” are you perhaps in touch with Narcissa ? Draco’s mom?“

Theo shook his head ” but I know Pansy is- they were really good friends and not just because of Draco “

” what do you mean?“ Harry asked again

” just- they had their own stuff- Narcissa never had a daughter so Pansy was almost like a daughter to her “

” are you in touch with Pansy ?“

” as I said- I’ve been out of wizarding World for almost 7 years- I have no relationship with anyone I used to have with “ Theodore disappointedly sighed.

Harry understandably looked at him then offered his thanks for helping him out with everything he could.

” Pansy would definitely know “ Ron said on his way back and Harry nodded muttering what Theo had said in the room.

” You wanna take a cake ?“ Ron suddenly asked

Harry followed his line of sight then immediately shook his head ” oh no- Boyce pretty much Hates me- He thinks I’m weird “

Ron shrugged ” Fair enough “ and they walked back to the office once again.

When Ron finally left to work on his own case, Harry put a pin on the pinboard.

” Draco Malfoy “

And the next pin he made on the board was “L'appel du vide ”

“ Ben ”

“anonymous statements ”

Lastly “ why did John visit ?”

This took me forever to write due to lack of motivation and I’m still so disappointed with the way the chapter even turned out. Anyways Thanks for cooperation with my busy schedule and less frequent updates.

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5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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His life was as simple as they say that comes and goes with little to zero obstructions in life living in a closeted small muggle suburb in this all white and black apartment enjoying his life, partying with friends, having a secure job, family like friends and no money crisis until he had met him in the randomest of moments in a cute little cafe down the wilmont valley when having lost his way during one of the work meetings. It was a random subtle friday when he had stopped by to get a coffee and call someone from work to ask for directions when his eyes had laid upon the guy in the denim jacket behind the counter with a dimpled smile and circled glasses he never changed. He remembered how he had lied that day and the day after and the day after that because he loved to see him everyday with his new designs on his coffee mug and he lied about living not far, lied about having a cool job until the day he had came into the cafe and it was empty and Harry had said with his charming smile" i get free at 7, call me i'll come to your place so you don't have to come here every morning just because you want to see me. I want to see you as much as you want to see me, okay"

Draco had walked off grinning that day and then he realised , he never knew what love was, until he met him; Again and he never forgot what Love was anymore.

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No strings attached

"You asked me the other day whether i thought that I the concept of soulmates was just a concept of consolation for people who had bad love experiences and I didn't had an answer then but I do have one now. No I do not believe that the concept of soulmates is a matter of consolation because then perhaps a lot of people might have never met, like you and me. I think somewhere you think that the whole soulmate concept is stupid but I think otherwise. You see if we weren't destined then we would've never forgave each other but soulmates are platonic too. I think you and I are platonic soulmates with no strings attached who just enjoy being with each other and understand each other like no one else does but I can't help but wonder if you'd always see me like that. I see you, Harry, the way you are, the person you are and in whole who you are and wonder how can someone like you not believe in love when love is right here in front of you. Yes I love you harry and not platonically or pretend boyfriend kind of way. I know I wasn't supposed to fall for you but I have, and all I wonder is if you'd ever see me as more- "

Harry read it 4 more times before he put it away in his pocket with a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

" what are you doing here ?" Draco asked as he peered from the room door

" just searching for my watch, I left it last time " Harry replied with a fake smile in a haste clearly hiding the fact that he just found out Draco's secret confession letter.

Draco nodded leaving him alone and all Harry thought of as he left was that how much he could love Draco in the most simplest ways and with strings attached.

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For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Good for You by Darlingside 

Draco stands at the summit of the mountain and looks out across the bright rolling hills. He can feel the heaviness of Harry missing him. It’s always there, in the slight pressure just above his sternum, the tight squeeze of his ribs. 

Sometimes he feels content, almost happy, here in America and then it hits him all over again. Something about his happiness makes sadness’s edge even sharper. 

He turns and starts to climb down towards the grass below. The rocky path under his feet is steep and perilous, demands his focus. He’s grateful for it. It keeps him from thinking about Harry’s face when he’d left him, green eyes blown wide and desperate, begging him to stay. 

Draco breathes in deeply, lets the frigid mountain air burn across his lungs. Four more months he reminds himself, just 121 more days to rebuild, repair, return better. 

He wipes his sleeve hurriedly across his face and it comes away wet.

an ache i still remember

Here, have some angst! inspired by the gotye song "somebody that i used to know" CW: post-breakup, unhappy ending

One moment I'm minding my own business, just going about my day, through the motions. It's easy enough, especially this time before the late afternoon when my mood drops and everything turns gray and I forget that not everything is shit.

But the next moment, after the reprieve of fineness, I see your name in the paper, your smile—or worse, hear your voice, your laugh, close enough to make me step involuntarily toward you but far enough away to remember why I can't. I won't.

Why was it easier to be friends just after we ended it? Why didn't it hurt, back then, to Owl you about mundanities or make small talk? We'd just broken up. That should've been the hardest part. Why has time made it worse?

I find myself resenting you more and more every time I see you, hear you. And for a while, I didn't know why. You aren't doing anything wrong, nothing rude, nothing mean or callous.

But that's just it: you aren't doing anything.

You do nothing. You ignore me. You let go of me like a balloon in a supermarket, let me drift away to float and collect dust in the rafters of the ceiling until someone takes pity on me and manages to pop me, somehow, or I fall slowly, inevitably, to the ground in crumbled, deflated plastic.

I can't even draw on the hatred I had for you in the past. I can't summon the old animosity you burned from my heart with every touch, every whispered word. I want to hate you. Gods, I want to. I almost wish you'd do something to actually hurt me so I'd have a reason, but no. You remain perfectly neutral, silent.

Is that reason enough for me to hate you? To turn this ache into anger? You don't seem to notice me enough for me to have confirmation that you're purposefully brushing me off, but I can't help but feel snubbed when you have every opportunity to talk to me and you don't. When I find out breadcrumbs of your life from people who I know could never know you like I do. When you acknowledge everyone in a room but me after you used to make me feel like I was the only one who mattered.

You made me feel more than anyone else in my life ever has. And I don't know what to do now that I can't love you or hate you. I can't forget about you either, at least not for long. You're in the songs I hear on the wireless, you're in the books I read, you're in the conversations I have with your and my—no longer our—friends.

But if anything you told me was true, if any of it was rooted in what you felt, there's no way you're much better off than me. You can ignore me all you want, Draco, if it makes you feel better to not acknowledge what you lost. I will always be the one you let slip through your fingers.

But that's none of my business.

Malfoy’s Melodramatic Morning

“POTTER’S GAY?!” Draco shrieks, upending an entire pot of tea in his haste to tear the Prophet from a trembling first year’s hands.

Pansy yawns, Blaise barely glances at him before turning back to his coffee, and Greg grunts, scattering crumbs across the table. 

“Excuse me, did anyone hear what I said?” 

Pansy rolls her eyes. “Draco, darling, everyone at Hogwarts—” 

“All of Europe, more like,” Blaise interrupts.

“—heard you,” she finishes, stealing toast from his abandoned plate. “We just don’t care.”

Which is utter dragon shit—every single person (wixen and muggle alike) should care that the Saviour of the Wizarding World likes men. Honestly, it’s the best news he’s heard since the death of Voldemort. Draco’s only been in love with the four-eyed git for his whole sodding life and now he’s finally got a chance.

His horrid friends may be indifferent to Harry Potter’s newfound sexuality, but they’re the only ones. Already, there’s a queue at the Gryffindor table. 

And at the very front of the line is Zacharias fucking Smith.

If Potter’s first real boyfriend is that Hufflepuff wanker, Draco will throw himself to the Giant Squid. 

Draco strides across the Great Hall, marching past the queue that’s thirty-blokes deep and straight up to Potter. Bloody hell, he looks deliciously rumpled—sleepy eyes, tangled hair, stubble accentuating his strong jaw.

Bravery is not Draco’s strong suit, he mostly uses words as a shield, and he stares at Potter’s handsomely confused face trying to find the right words.

Smith’s nasal whine convinces Draco this is a time for action.

He whips Potter’s glasses off, and they shatter against the far wall as he threads his hands into that delightfully messy hair and kisses Harry ‘Out for an Hour’ Potter with everything he’s got.

After several minutes, in which Draco experiences at least a hundred lifetimes of bliss, they break apart—breathless and smiling—and Draco realises a hush has fallen over the watching crowd.

“Sorry boys, Potter’s mine.”

“Call me Harry,” he says, laughing loud and bright, filling Draco with an effervescent happiness before kissing him again.

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: shattered. Huge thanks to @skeptiquewrites for the amazing beta work! Back on my eighth year breakfast bullshit cause it’s just so much fun.

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rooneyy hi! for the love confession prompts, how about #3 ✨

Hi Nim!!! I adore this prompt, thank you so much!!! Have a little humour xx

3. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

'So here's the question--' Draco lifted the paint colour cards so they were next to each other - one of them was meant to be more blue-toned than the other, and Harry had absolutely no clue which one that was, '--do you love either of these?'

'Um.' Harry looked at the cafe at the end of the hardware store. He was pretty sure they sold chocolate milkshakes. 'I don't have super strong feelings towards paint colours.'

'But out of all the colours--' Draco swept a hand indicating the vast array of paint shades '--there must be one that, I don't know, ignites something in you?' He looked quite hopeful and Harry was, honestly, baffled.

'Er. Why does it matter what I think? It's your living room. Don't you think Pansy would probably be better suited to--'

'No!' Draco fairly yelled, and Harry flinched. 'Sorry. But it's your opinion I want.'

'Why?'

'Because!' Draco threw his arms in the air. 'I want to know! Is that such a crime? After all, you're going to be the one looking at it when I pin you against--'

'Jesus, Draco!' Harry looked around at the other shoppers who, mercifully, seemed not to notice. 'Um, I dunno, I like the lighter one?'

'You just like it?'

Harry really, really wanted one of those milkshakes.

'I told you, I don't really love paint colours--'

'No, you seem incapable of that particular emotion,' Draco snapped, and it occurred to Harry that...this may not be about the paint colours. Or the flower arrangements Draco had dragged him to view last week. Or the antique furniture collections he'd wanted his opinion on the week before that.

'Draco,' Harry raised an eyebrow.

'--of course,' Draco continued, pointedly ignoring Harry, '--you just might be incapable of loving some paint colours, ones with chequered pasts, even though those paint colours have loved you their whole lives, and really have changed as much as paint colours are able to--'

'Are you trying to get me to say--why do I have to say it first? Why don't you say it?'

'But then of course,' Draco continued, as if he hadn't heard him, 'perhaps the past six months between you and this shade of Iced Chiffon have meant nothing more than a bit of fun--'

'Draco!' Harry grabbed his shoulders, seeming to snap Draco out of whatever trance he was in. 'Do I really have to spell it out for you?'

'Yes!' Draco hissed. 'You really do, otherwise how am I meant to--pick paint colours, or flowers, or--'

'I love you! Are you happy now?'

Draco's mouth dropped open.

'You do?'

'Yes, you absolute lunatic. Can we go, please?'

'Oh, yes.' Draco blinked at the shelves. 'I suppose...the paint colours can wait.'

Harry held out his hand for Draco to take, and Draco stared it before tentatively interlacing their fingers.

'Harry?'

'Yes?'

'I love you too.'

Harry smiled at him, taking in the tousled hair and oversized sweater and nervous expression, and was hit with a wave of affection so strong it threatened to drown him.

'I know. Let's go get milkshakes.'

Never Been Kissed

G | 371 words | no warnings

“Wait—”

Harry freezes—mouth centimetres away from Draco’s, hands looped around his neck—and opens his eyes. He’d only closed them a moment before, as he stood on tiptoe to kiss Draco, but now he can see that Draco’s staring at him…and he looks terrified.

“I thought…” He tries to step back, but Draco tightens his grip on Harry’s waist, holding him firmly in place. “If you don’t want—”

“I do, really. It’s that, well I’ve never—I’ve never been kissed before.”

Draco presses their foreheads together, his quiet breath puffing across Harry’s lips, and Harry feels like he might die if he doesn’t get to kiss Draco. But he’s willing to wait. It’s been months already, and a few more minutes or hours or even days won’t change how Harry feels about him. 

Closing his eyes, Draco lets out a shaky breath and says, “Distract me.”

“What?” 

“It’s too—I like you so much and I’ve never done this before and I need you to distract me before I go mad.”

Now Harry’s a bit distracted because Draco likes him and it’s the first time they’ve said anything about whatever it is they’re doing. Harry didn’t know he was into blokes until the start of term, then the first boy he liked was Draco Malfoy. They haven’t even kissed yet but Harry’s already head over heels in love, and everything is just very confusing. 

“Um…well, my first kiss was awful. I couldn’t stop talking about nargles, Cho was crying the whole time and she kept bringing up Cedric—”

“Harry, what in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“Er—distracting you?”

“By talking about your ex-girlfriend?”

“Oh…” So it’s not Harry’s best idea, but it’s hard for him to think when Draco’s standing so close and he wants to kiss Draco more than he’s ever wanted anything. “Bloody hell. Look, I like you too. I like you a lot and you make me so nervous and I just don’t—”

Draco kisses him. 

They don’t quite know what to do with their hands, Harry’s fighting back a smile, Draco hasn’t moved his lips beyond crushing them to Harry’s, and the Bloody Baron floats by while ominously clanking his chains.

And Harry’s never had a more perfect first kiss.

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Inspired by @hdcandyheartsfest for the prompt "love letters". Content: hinted sexy times, eighth year

There was only so much Harry could take. The newest letter finally made him snap.

There was something exquisite in Draco declaring his undying love for him day after day. But at this point it had become something close to torture.

Harry got them with the morning post, and to say they had turned rather graphic at some point was an understatement.

Stomping over to the Slytherin table he grabbed Draco by his tie and dragged him out of the Great Hall under massive cheers.

If Draco so desperately wanted for Harry to fuck him against a wall while telling him how pretty he was he could gladly have that.

"I'm not in love with you anymore."

"I'm not in love with you anymore."

Draco tilts his head up towards him, his mouth caught open in a small 'o' and a slight tremble to his fingers, "What?"

Harry whispers the words and clutches onto the remains of an evanescent dream of a soft epilogue to this romance - an epilogue he couldn't have, "I — I said that I'm not in love with you anymore."

But he has more love in his heart for him than he wants to hold but it's there now and what do you do with that heart when all that love isn't the same for the one you love?

Draco reaches out and rests a hands over his cheek, a soft crack to his voice when he tics their foreheads together and says, "No, no you do love me, you said you love me more than starlight, remember? Or more than you thought you could — no, you love me, Harry."

"I once did, I don't love you the same now."

Draco clutches the fabric of his shirt in his hand and kisses him and there a softness to it and a confession of love, "I love you."

He wants to kiss him back, he wants to pour all that love he has for Draco into it but he doesn't, "I don't."

"Harry," He whispers while his hands trail down towards his own to weave their fingers together but he holds his hand back because if he doesn't, he might want to hold onto Draco's hand forever, "Baby, say it back."

"I'm sorry, I can't."

"Harry, baby, say that you love me — once, say it back once."

"But I don't love you, Draco."

"But I do, Harry." Draco held onto him, a breath caught in his throat, his soft sobs against his chest, "I love you."

"No, no you should have thought of that before chose you cheat on me and you if you want to hear it — I love you, I love you more than starlight but now, I choose not to."

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The book of You & I

"I can't be the Achilles to your Patroculs, the Apollo to your Haycinthus or the Oliver to your Elio but I can be the Harry to your Draco."

Draco turns to the other page of the book, the faint sound heard in the silence of the room and when he reads the sonnet, the one that was annotated by a post-it tab, a soft hint of sadness returns back to him because it reminds him of all the rose tinted dreams, of the beautiful shade of emerald green eyes, the curls that fall over it and when he reads that sonnet over and over, it's all that runs through his head and with that sonnet, he falls more in love with him.

Can you fall in love through a sonnet?

Harry had once said that when you read a sonnet and it reminds you of them, you're in love because it is the language of love in and of itself: “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

"Would it have hurt you to return a call, you fucker?" A voice says in a light-hearted tone with a trace of fondness in that insult that sent a soft warmth through him, "you said you wanted pasta for dinner and since you didn't call me back and I swear, I called you seventeen times because I didn't want you to throw a tantrum, I bought macaroni, penne, ziti and ravioli — which one do you want?"

Draco closes his book, raises his head towards him with a hint of a smile and he swears that he can hear his own heartbeat, "What?"

"I swear, did you hear a word I said?"

"I heard you, but you didn't have to do that, I'm not that specific about pasta preferences but since you bought all of that — baked ziti, no mushrooms, more cheese and a side of salad with it."

It elicits a soft laugh out of Harry and that was the most beautiful sound he has heard, "Oh, not that specific about pasta preferences, huh?"

He tilts towards the armrest of his sofa, his head on his arm while he fonds over Harry and he shouldn't do that, he shouldn't fond over him in the soft kitchen light, "I- no, not that specific, more of an emphasis on that word."

Harry muses through the kitchen cabinets, with a soft hum of a tune that has been in his head for over a month now, “Draco, I swear, you’re such a princess, why are we friends?”

Draco had said that the tune was the worst and he didn't want to hear it and he might've threatened to cast a silencio on Harry but threats didn't work on him, "Quit with that tune."

"Would you much rather I sing it, instead?"

It's not that the tune wasn't beautiful but it was that he has to hear his softly tuneful hum and he builds small scenarios in his head, scenarios where Harry hums that same tune to him when they dance in the kitchen together, "Don't you dare."

"I would dare, don't trouble me."

Draco decides not to trouble him because it will be worse if he hears the lyrics because he would want it to be for him, "Do you want me in the kitchen?"

"No, no, no you'll burn the kitchen."

It was hurtful to hear three 'no's' in a row, that was an insult at its finest, "Now that is presumptuous of you, what if I don't burn the kitchen?"

"You would, remember when you decided you wanted to bake treacle tarts and by the time I was back home, you—"

"Quit with that story, that was a decade ago."

"No, that was ten days ago."

Draco casts his eyes towards the book on the table, his voice soft when he says, "I wanted to bake for you because you said you had a shit day at work when we were on a call, the burnt kitchen was out of nowhere and it's because our oven is shit."

"No, you can't bake, our oven is excellent."

"You're on the oven's side now?"

Harry sends him a light smile and there is a softness to it, a rare one, "Draco, there is no side and I love you, I love you for the treacle tarts, for that movie night and I love you because you were there — now can you not be a baby?"

It shouldn't hurt him, it shouldn't hurt to hear the words from him — I love you — but those three words said so much and when he heard them, all he thought of was what he couldn't have.

He can't have love in all the ways he wants.

He can read all the books, read all the romances but he won't have the Achilles to his Patroclus, or the Apollo to his Haycinthus and he won't have the Oliver to his Elio. Because he can read all the sonnets written in books and fall in love through it, he could fall in love with Harry but there would be no sonnet through which Harry would fall in love with him, "Harry, do I deserve love?"

"What?" Harry whispers, his voice soft but a touch hesitant and he hears a faint clink in the kitchen before he rushes into the room and towards him and crouches down in front of him, "what is it?"

Draco can hear the sound of his heart and there is a slight tremble to his hands when Harry weaves their fingers together and he wants to confess but he can't form the words, "Draco, what is it?"

The softness of his voice with that slight the rub of his thumb over the back of his hand was a reassurance and with a tremble to his own voice, he whispers, "I want the love in books, the one that all the lovers in the romance books do, but I don't have that, I don't have that because I don't deserve it but I want that, I want all of that."

Harry rests a finger under his chin and raises his head up towards him, a soft light caught in his eyes and there are no eyes more beautiful or softer than his are, "What do you want, Draco?"

"I'm not sure what I want."

Harry traces his thumb across Draco's cheekbone and he hasn't done that before but all of that is a reassurance and he wants all the reassurances from him now, "Take your time, love."

A tear slides down his cheek, "I want the Achilles to my Patroculs, the Apollo to my Haycinthus or the Oliver to my Elio but no one would want to — no one would want to be that for me and the worst of it is that — that I want you to be all that for me."

Oh, fuck.

"You want me to—" He whispers, his mouth caught open in the soft vowel sound and his eyes widen in surprise at the words while his fingers tighten over his own, "you want me to be all that for you?"

"I'm sorry," He says and his voice trembles more than it should have while his heart races at the confession and if could turn back time and not do that, he might've, "I'm sorry."

"No, no, it's that I can't be all that for you."

A knot forms in his throat at the words and it might be all that love struck there or a restrained emotion but it breaks his heart, "I'm sorry, I'm—"

"No, wait, will you hear me out first?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Harry reaches out and wipes a tear with a soft brush of his thumb over his cheek, "Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love."

"You remember that?"

Harry holds that book in his hand and turns to the page where that sonnet is written, a red post-tab on the line, "Yes, I annotated that line for you by a post-it tab, didn't I?"

"It— it was for me?"

"I swear to — I don't read Shakespeare or Jane Austen or Jane Eyre or whatever but I read it because you do, because you love classic literature and because I wanted to annotate the lines that remind me of you, what more hints do you want?"

"But you said that you and I, we're friends."

"We're not only friends, we're more and you know it too."

Draco rests their interlaced fingers over his thigh and he wants to hear more on that but his mind traces back to the words Harry had said, "Sure, we are more than that because friends don't annotate poems and sonnets or sentences from romance novels for the other but you said that you can't be all that for me and I—"

"You went on with your ramble and didn't hear me out and I had to quote a sonnet so that you quit it and hear me out, you princess."

"Sure, but hear what out, Harry?"

Harry inches closer to him, breathless when their eyes are caught together and his pupils dilate while his mouth parts, "I want to love you in our own ways, I don't want to be the Achilles to your Patroclus, the Apollo to your Haycinthus, the Oliver to your Elio."

"What do you want to be?"

He rests their foreheads together and brushes his nose over his, a hint of a smile in his voice while he whispers, "I want to be the Harry to your Draco."

"I — what?"

"In this book of You and I, where I am the Harry to your Draco, I will annotate more verses for you, I'll read more of the classics you love, I will remember all your pasta preferences and I will love you."

Draco brushes a soft kiss over his cheek, "I'll be the Draco to your Harry, I'll love you, I'll remember the lyrics to your favourite songs and burn the kitchen when I bake treacle tarts for you."

"Oh, don't you dare burn the kitchen."

All past this prologue are more pages of the book, a beautiful romance with a soft epilogue and he wants that, he wants all of it — fuck all the romances he had read because this one is his favourite.

Because in this one, there is a Harry to his Draco.

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May I request Angst prompt 12 ?

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Angst prompt no. 12- "I don't want us to be stranger's again" // thank you so much for saying that | TW- MILD ANGST| HURT/COMFORT |

We come in silence and we go in silence, we are born alone and we die alone, and we also love alone. Our hearts and our bodies are only given to us once and its on how we decide to abuse it. I would never call loving you an abuse, but i ripped out so much of myself to you just so i could love you that right now I remain with nothing but the flawless memories that stands with as a nightmare curling me into pain. I wanted to love you to the moon and back, i wanted to love till the sun died out but I think whoever wrote out stories had an effortless plan of keeping us apart but I think i would’ve loved you to the moon and back but I pondered over it so much that i realised that in the moon and back, I may go to the moon and never come back because my plane crashed, it doesn’t make sense but it makes in my head. I like to think that we never truly could love each other, we just loved the versions we spun out for each other but even if we wanted to stay till the original version, i think our mystery life writers thought otherwise, perhaps they knew better than we did. 

I think i would still be able to smell you in the rain because you always smelled so damp, it’s not particularly a smell that people adore, but i sort of liked it, i always thought it was earthly and reminded me of the greyish shade of the cloud i loved before the thunderstorm and the soft patting sound of the water dripping on the leaves, i think you always smelled so damp because you left your laundry wet for a little more longer than it was supposed to and I know i made fun of it, made limericks even but i hope you know that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Do you know the colour of your eyes? There’s something intriguing in the way it only shines when you are smiling or you’re laughing because I have looked at your eyes in the sun but your loneliness was eating you alive, that your eyes never shone. I always liked the colour of your eyes. I always wonder if you thought about my eyes the way i do when we’re outside in the garden looking at each other. I wonder if you do it,or if you did it but i think it doesn’t matter any more now, our eyes doesn’t perceive each other the same way now. 

I always thought I’d ask you for a dance and we’d spin around the room and we’d laugh and we’d stare at the chandelier then we’d collapse on the ground because our head doesn’t stop spinning, i wonder if you’d take my hand if i asked you for a dance. I want us to grow old together and buy a house together and have a little dog and kitten but I think our holding hands together had sparked out infinities but it occurred to me one late night that our infinity is hollow, there’s nothing there, just you and me and I don’t want to think it’s boring, but isn’t it, just you and me? What if in a chaos one of us would wanted to go away for a while but we’re stuck in that infinity ring. But i think we found ways to escape anyways, It was after all you and I. 

I always liked to think that we’d have a name plate that would say “ Potter’s and Malfoy’s “ but now it leaves me empty to think about it, I think someone would paint over our nameplate and destroy it. I liked to imagine that we’d never end but even the empires who thought would live forever died. If we’re both the logs in a fire then i think we are the last one’s who kept the fire burning till the morning arrived and we died because of the air that poured in. I think somewhere our story writers are good and they’d let us end up together and in one time we’d talk with the painters about the exact shade of cream colour we want and the exact shade of blue we want for the kids, I think we exist somewhere, where we survive through it all and i still love you for you and you love me for me and we love each other to the moon and back, i think we love each forever somewhere even if forever doesn’t actually exist. I just like to think of our every possibility so at least in one of our realities or in one of our lives, we end up together with no complications, where our life have an happy ever after, i think somewhere we do, perhaps though not this life. 

“ I don’t want us to be strangers again “ I had spoken to you. You kissed the top of my head and you tell me we won’t be. 

But today as months have went by, you and I, we’re soulmates, just not the ones who end up together. 

You don’t speak to me anymore but you smile at me and somewhere it gives me hope, but where darkness inside me remains, it tells me you’re never coming back for me, never and I would die without your name to add to mine and i think one day i’d be okay with it, not today but one day. 

I don’t want to be strangers again, but i think we are, we’re just the one’s with bittersweet memories. 

Come back for me one day, Harry, come back for me, I don’t want to be strangers again, not with you because in one of our realities, my plane doesn't crash.

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Look. At. Me.

Based on a late-night conversation with @dracoismytrashson. Betaed by the ever-wonderful @sassy-cissa 💚

“Look at me,” Draco said, sliding his fingers into Potter’s hair. Pulling with a bit more force than necessary. Just to tilt Potter’s head up. Just to tear a stifled groan from him. Draco straddled him, keeping him in place on the edge of his narrow Eighth Year dorm bed. He was down to only his white shirt. Potter was down to nothing.

“Look at me,” he said again, as Potter wrapped his arms around him, leaned back, pulling Draco on top of him. The breathtaking touch of skin on skin; the gut-melting hardness answering his own. Potter pushed Draco’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. The truth was, Draco was the one who couldn’t tear his gaze away. Ordering Potter to keep his eyes fixed on Draco’s was preferable to that admission. For seven years, all Draco had done was stare. The prospect of Potter catching him in the act had filled him with equal measures of hope and dread.

And now… Now Potter was his liaison affair fuck buddy experiment lover—Potter was his, for however long it would last. Now Draco had a valid excuse to demand Potter’s eyes on him, and Potter seemed content enough to comply.

Draco reached down and closed a hand around the hard cock leaking against his own. Potter’s eyes flicked down with a gasp.

“My face is up here, Potter,” Draco said. A sharp pull on Potter’s hair. Gorgeous green eyes lifting back to meet Draco’s, wide and lust-blown.

“Yes,” Draco hissed. “Like that. Don’t look away.”

He moved his fist around Potter. Potter smiled into his eyes.

“Draco… I couldn’t look away if I tried.”

Save Me

I wrote this a while ago and then didn't post it so here yall go lol.

Wait, let me get this straight.

You're breaking up with me. Because you want to protect me from yourself. And because you're afraid I'm only with you in order to save you?

And you say I have the savior complex?

Draco, love, not to dwell on the past, but I spent seven years on the run from a murderer. And for a good bit of that time, he was literally sharing my mind and my soul. Do you honestly think that I would spend a single second after what I endured for the first 18 years of my life doing anything other than exactly what I want?

But more than that. Do you really think that you've somehow conned me into this relationship? And now you've decided that you've got to foil your own nefarious plot?

Baby, you should know by now that no one gets to foil your nefarious plots except for me.

Draco, if you really want to end things between us...well. I was going to say 'that's fine.' And I guess it is, on some level, because it's not like I'd ever force you into staying with me. I would never let you go without a fight, but if you ever...truly wanted that. I'd let you go.

But I wouldn't be fine if you left. And it would take a while for me to be fine again.

So if your main goal in this is to ensure that you're doing what's best for me, then you have to trust me when I say that I had my own self-interests in mind when I decided to be with you. I decided that what was best for me was to share this—my heart, my life—with you.

You saved me, Draco—not by trying to break up with me, but by loving me, and letting me love you in return.

Stay, and we can save each other, over and over again.