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Pumpkin

The fog has lifted slightly over the dark grounds, hanging above the pumpkins, heavy with mischief. An owl hooted from a nearby tree. And in between the gourds he walked, silent, tracing his steps. A perfect circle surrounding the carefully constructed words. It will only work if it’s properly done. The clock chimed in the castle, announcing the witching hour, and Draco smiled to himself. It is time.

The candles were all lit, flames flickering in the soft wind. He looked around; all was perfect, waiting. Still. Soon, it won’t be so. Soon –

He could hear them now, footsteps growing nearer. Their silhouettes loomed tall, darker than the night, heavier than shadows. Not scary, Draco had to remind himself. Not anymore. Then, as they reached the hut’s footpath, catching the light; a pair of blue eyes, a pair of brown eyes. And another pair, covered by black silk. A tight smile.

“Guys, what… what the hell?”

“Happy birthday, Harry!” the pumpkins sang, their voices deep and scratchy. Eighteen balloons floated upwards, and the banners Draco charmed fluttered above. The cake only said Happy Potter, because he ran out of room. Green eyes, now freed from their blindfold, looked everywhere in amazement.

“What…?”

“Surprised?” Draco smiled, offering a hand.

“Er, yeah, I’d say so. It’s not even my birthday. Not even the right month.”

“True, but we weren’t friends back when it was.” Harry came into the pumpkin circle, laughter trembling on the edge of his lips, shock etched on his brow.

“I can’t believe you guys did this.”

“It was all Draco’s idea,” Hermione said, slicing the cake with her wand as Weasley passed the butterbeers. More footsteps foretold Lovegood and Longbottom’s approach, and then more after that, many more. The owl hooted again, indignant, probably in response to all the chatter and laughter from almost the entire Gryffindor common room. “He even got Hagrid to grow the pumpkins to sing in tune.”

“Well, tried to. Didn’t really work. I wonder if it was more an issue with the casting, though, when I – what was that for?” Draco raised a hesitant finger to his cheek, where he could still feel the tingle of Harry’s kiss.

“Nothing. No one’s ever thrown me a surprise party before. I just… thank you.”

Oh. “You’re – welcome.”

A crow cawed in the distance, and the moon cast its light on the party, yellowing and old. Draco was ever so pleased he came up with this idea. Perhaps, by the end of the party, he could convince Harry to kiss him again.

I tried to write spooky, it ended up fluffy, don’t know where I went wrong. For @drarrymicrofic’s prompt, pumpkin. 

7 Stages of falling in love with Draco malfoy

1. Its in the ways he walks past you with his white shirt neatly tucked in with a soft blue half sweater, his collars out with a soft pearl necklace giving him a soft touch of summer and winter and autumn all at the same time, like he’s a walking season only you don’t know which. The way his face shines softly in the basking sun but the power he hold as he walk past with his shoes clinking against the ground that everyone would themselves make a room for him to walk past. How can someone so beautiful like a flower hold so much power, but then again he’s not just anybody, he’s “ The Draco Lucius Malfoy “ 

2. Its in the ways that he sneaked glances at Harry between classes that would make him lose his balance and almost fall off the chair. And it was in the ways that he’d meet Harry outside classroom in a secret hallway where no one passed by and softly kiss behind Harry’s ear muttering a have a nice day before they’d walk away again as if nothing ever happened. 

3. The look on his face that harry wishes he could live forever with when they’d sit for the bonfire night in the outside garden with someone playing a soft instrumental and Draco would allow himself to flow in the tune and hum along the song if he knew it. It was then when he wasn’t as powerful as he was in the day, he was soft, he was beautiful, he was gorgeous, he was pretty, he was breathtaking, he was everything and it would make Harry wonder how did he get this lucky to kiss that smile in the night before they walked to separate room or when they’d sneak in the morning to meet before class and they would mutter sweet things and kiss so softly. 

4. It was pure wonder when someone as powerful like him would walk to Harry with slumped shoulders and a fake smile plastered as he’d walk by people but would immediately vanish when Harry would open his arms and he’d just crumble in his touch, like he melted right there and then like, ice on heat, all his coldness, his power, his stealth lost in a soft whimpers wishing he had a better day or wishing that it was all just a little bit easier. It was then when Harry would love him the dearest because there was no one who could be him, so strong yet so fragile. 

5. When Draco would fall asleep in Harry’s arm while creating their own constellations in the coldness of the night, snuggled deeply into Harry’s sweater he was wearing, it was then when Harry would hold onto him tightly, kiss his forehead, play with his hair for a while and wonder so many things about Draco and nothing at all at the same time and just admire him in his sleep and when Harry too would sleep in his arm, he would dream of a time when he would live in the same apartment making dishes together and wondering which frame looks better on which wall. It was the stage where he knew he loved Draco more than anyone else. 

6. The love that resonated in the abandoned hallways, forbidden forest, secret hallways, room of requirement when Draco would kiss Harry after having saving it up for the entire day, like when the heaven meets the sky or the sea meets the shore. The kiss would be seen by the walls and moans would be heard by them too but maybe one day there would live a tale where they’d say “ two boys kissed here and promised a forever “. It was Draco who would cardinally push Harry against the wall sharply because that was their paradise and if heaven didn’t accept them, hell probably will. 

7. The last stage of falling for Draco Malfoy was loving him more than breathing. Loving him till they made it to the vows and a small treehouse in the house they bought with a mailbox with their hand prints that said ‘Potter and Malfoys’, loving him till all the flour was used up in crazy food fight instead of making pancakes together, loving him till his breath gave out, loving him unconditionally. Loving Draco more than air itself. 

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Shining, Shimmering, Splendid

Center of the bed, limbs everywhere, a ray of sun golden across your face – you don’t look real. I can hardly believe it; all this – all you – all mine. Luminous, immeasurably precious under my sheets. I could spend all morning looking at you. I’m far too happy for sleep, anyway.

50 words for the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt, lucent. Title is from ‘a whole new world’ from Aladdin.

Picture in the Wallet

Request by @flakeyakey : Draco being obsessed with kittens

Everyone knew, to say Draco wasn't as subtle as he pretended himself to be. Underneath all the layers of his leather jacket and floral shirts and the rugged jeans he wore so often along with the tattoos scarred over his body and the mean boy earring hooked on single ear, he was a softie. He was as soft as the pashmina shawl and despite his attempts to convince others he wasn't soft, he failed repeatedly. It was like he'd walk around the halls, the street's, literally anywhere with his chin held high and the hair that didn't move even a little bit from the Initial position but when left alone he was just another boy who liked fuzzy socks and soft pink sweaters he bought online and a good hot cup of cocoa in his bear shaped mug he hid from everybody but literally everyone knew. One look at the kittens and he'd melt like a chocolate in the microwave.

It happened really early on during Harry's date with Draco when he discovered that Draco was terrible at trying to control himself from being around kittens when they had got a weekend off and went to the beach. If Harry vividly remembers, he went down to the truck to get the left over basket and upon walking nearer to the place he saw Draco cuddling and rubbing the back of the kittens ear he found around the bushes in the back but when Harry had finally arrived near him, Draco had refused of having even seen any kitten. Harry had let it be assuming that it was perhaps just because they had Just started going out.

The second time Harry secretly noticed Draco being lovable with kittens was when they had decided to set up a late evening date at the park. Apparently due to halloween the work load in the office had been too much that they had barely been able to see each other and so they had decided a little outdoorsy date for a while which however Harry still came by late but he didn't regret it when he saw Draco playing with the kitten behind the tree and laughing and giggling. Harry had stood away for a while just watching Draco for a few more moments locking it away how his face just lit up when he was around kittens. Harry assumed that I might be possible that Draco like dogs or puppies too but his questions were answered that he wasn't as fond of the dogs as much as he was with kittens, Harry could work with that. However Draco still refused of being around any animals.

The third, forth and the fifth time Harry noticed was when he deliberately ran by late to the morning run. After having discovered that Draco liked being around kittens, Harry would try to find any opportunity to see him with kittens as much as possible but it seemed as if that to Draco his love for kittens wasn't supposed to shared with or told, like a secret love only the kittens and him knew and Harry admired that but he wished that sometimes Draco would stop pretending to be such a toughie or to pretend to be strong all the time but no matter how many times Harry pointed at a kitten while on their runs or their dates or anywhere else, Draco would just shrug as if he didn't want anything to do with them. Harry waited for him to tell one day but an year went by and Draco still didn't tell Harry about his Love for kittens. Now, Harry was a patient man and a caring man but he'd do anything to see the smile on Draco's face he saw secretly when he was the kittens, so, on the date after they had celebrated their one year anniversary a week ago, he surprised him.

" where are we going ?" Draco asked Linking his arms with those of Harry's and shoving them in his pocket.

" you'll see " Harry smiled.

They took a few more turns and walked a couple more blocks when Harry finally spoke up.

" remember how I told you I had a post anniversary gift for you ?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded " I told you that you didn't had to get me anything though"

" I want to- anyways- I know that it is secret between you and youself but I always see you around them and I couldn't help it so-"

" animal shelter ?" Draco asked as he looked up at the sign.

Harry nodded " Don't be mad at me alright- my friend donates here and he told me about this place and if it feels like I'm invading your privacy I'm sorry but I just want you to have fun and not trying to conceal yourself " Harry spoke softly.

" I don't conceal myself " Draco shrugged even though he knew he was lying.

Harry smiled at him then linked their fingers and Walked inside the place.

" You must be Wally- I'm Harry, we talked over the phone " Harry said to the guy standing near the entrance.

" oh of course- I can't thank you enough for-"

" don't mind- we're just here to be with them"

Wally nodded grinning " right this way " and led them to the back.

" Are you mad ?" Harry asked as he turned his head toward Draco.

Draco shook his head but Harry knew he was upset that he found out.

When they finally it out in the back Wally had already managed to release a few kittens and puppies in the back running around behind each other and Harry didn't fail to capture Draco's lips curving a little when he saw those animal's.

" it's for you- you can stay here as Long as you want" Harry smiled.

" Harry-"

" it's my gift" Harry nodded. Wally left them alone.

Draco turned to the animals then to Harry " you know I'm not happy you figured this out"

" well you won't be happy to know that Basically everyone knows you're a softie" Harry chuckled watching as Draco kneeled down and picked one of the nearest kitten and rubbing it's nose lightly chuckling at the kitten.

" Well- if everyone knows I can't help it- awh- look at you" Draco swooned and this time he sat down cross legged over the ground cuddling another kitten in his arms and kissing the top of its head.

Harry watched as Draco cooed and cuddled with as many kittens as possible and he had to say he had never seen Draco more happy, more alive. Harry had always known that behind the facade that Draco had managed to put up every day without a single fault, he knew there was a part of him that yearned for more but as Harry sat there with puppies in his own hands and watching Draco with kittens, he realised this was probably one of his favourite memories from every moment they spent together. They had amazing moments, not deal broken but this right here watching him completely lose himself with the kittens and laughing in his own self, kissing the kittens and scolding them even and then taking in his arms and apologizing to it, Harry had never felt himself falling more in love with this man than right now. He clicked a picture of Draco with the Polaroid he carried when he wasn't watching and safely kept it inside his wallet knowing whenever he'd go from now, he'd be with him and that worked pretty well for Harry even though it was this moment that he knew he probably never even wanted to walk away from him, ever but even if someday they did separate, Draco would still be there, in a picture in his wallet.

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The Decoration Disaster

Prompt Day 1- Holiday Decorating 

Harry peeked at the list once again and sighed in satisfaction upon realizing there’s only one thing left to buy and so without delay he entered the last shop. 

“ Christmas shopping huh ?” The shopkeeper smiled at him when he was billing his item. 

Harry nodded smiling knowing the man saw his other bags “ You know how it can be” 

“ Tell me all about it kid, been doing it for 30 years ” He chuckled and handed him his items and Harry left the store after wishing him a good day and a good christmas. 

He walked back down the streets, nowhere else to go but home. Christmas was probably the one time of the year Harry seemed to enjoy the most now despite of how much he didn’t enjoy it when he was a kid. In his life he had no complaints anymore, infact he have never lived a more merry life, especially now that he was finally settled in a good stable relationship and was infact their first christmas since they moved in together. As they all say when you meet the one, or when you fall in love, everyday seems like another day worth waking upto, he definitely took it seriously. But honestly after everything that Harry had been through he belives he deserved it now more than ever and he was more than Happy to share this holiday time with the man he loves too much. Sounds cliche, I know.

Harry entered his loft aka apartment, and settled the bags down over the kitchen isle and just then the door opened and the love of his life walked in.

" got the tree ?" Harry asked pacing towards him.

" of course" Draco smiled and he pulled Harry closer to himself making Harry circle his arms around his neck, tipping over his toes a little and placing a soft kiss on his nose.

" I missed you today " Harry smiled bumping his nose side by side with Draco as if he was a baby.

" I was only gone for a few hours, so were you. Geez if you can't survive a few hours without me then you'll die the moment I leave you " Draco teased.

" Well you can't leave anymore, because- you're mine " Harry replies placing a kiss over his lips for a short second " and if you'll leave I'll probably die so you know I'd only have to survive a second without you, I can handle that "

" Are you sure ?" Draco teased again.

Harry smiled then kissed him again, properly this time " No " he mumbled and resumed kissing him again.

They Only broke out of their session of making out against the door when the bag of bells and licorice dropped from Draco's hands to the side creating the sonorous sound.

" wow- you really went on it " Draco whispered against his lips.

" well I was giving you an example of what you'd miss if you leave me- so now you can't leave me- ever " Harry replied titling his head and grinning then stepped away and collected the bag from the ground, Draco joining along.

They walked into the kitchen and dropped the bags Draco bought over the counter and started looking briefly through things to make sure nothing was forgotten.

Just as Draco noticed Harry was about to speak up, he spoke up himself " the tree will be delivered, don't worry about it"

Harry shut his lips then smiled " I knew I chose the right man " Draco chuckled over it.

They spent the rest of the hour unpacking the bags and segregating the thing's they had to decorate the house with and the one's to decorate the tree with. After having done the final segregation Harry left to decided to get his toolbox and get started with the decorations.

Apparently decoration wasn't as much of a piece of a cake they assumed it to be because Draco liked all the wreaths to go on one wall but Harry liked one on each wall and since Harry was up on the ladder he could barely keep in mind the aligning of the tinsels they were trying to put in a shape of Christmas tree of and despite the fact that to Draco it seemed fine when Harry got off the ladder, they weren't.

" you said you were looking " Harry sighed

" I was " Draco whined " but your body was blocking half of it- and you know I can't resist looking at your body- so technically it's your fault " he shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

" oh put down that chocolate- it's already your fifth one " Harry scrunched his face snatching the box of chocolates away from Draco's hands and tossing them over the kitchen isle.

" again your fault- you bought them " Draco shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

Harry could had so easily been mad at him for being distracted instead of helping him out but with a face like Draco and him eating chocolate, the combination of getting mad didn't go so well and instead he started laughing and wrapped his arms around Draco from behind, keeping his chin over Draco's shoulder and kissing the side of his neck. Draco too covered Harry's hands with his own, interlocking their finger's.

" what do you say we don't change this decoration and let it be imperfect?" Harry suggested.

Draco frowned, impressed " I'd say I like that very much- It'll be like our improvised shit Christmas decorations "

Harry laughed " it would be- besides I like it the imperfect way- what matters is that we did it together- well you more than me, you just stood here eating chocolate " he strolled

" hey" Draco sang " I did help you- I didn't try to tackle you down the stairs despite my very very high desires to have you in your grey sweats "

Harry shook his head blushing. Draco still had that affect on him, even after two years but then it wasn't something he ever really complained about, he rather enjoyed it, especially when Draco him blush.

" Can you do the fire place for me ?" Harry asked unwrapping his arms from around Draco's.

" me ? Seriously- I'm not good at it " Draco complained.

" perfect then- we're going the bad way so It works perfectly well " Harry shrugged and 20 minutes later when he came back to check the fire place decoration he knew he was right to think that Draco had a talent of making anything look beautiful.

" thought you'd do it the bad way " Harry teased taking one chocolate out of the box and eating it.

" I did it the bad way first but then if someone comes over and asks who did the bad decorations it'll be easier to blame you- so- you're going down Harry Potter " Draco ended the sentence with a heavy challenging voice which only made Harry laugh harder than he thought possible.

" Baby trust me- that voice sounded like a 5 year old tried to do the monster voice " Harry said between laughs.

Draco rolled his eyes " one day you're gonna regret making fun of that voice- be ready to be scared one of these nights "

" then I'll be sure to sleep with my safety pillow" he still didn't stop laughing and at some point even though Draco tried to be mad he couldn't be so he ended up laughing at himself. But that was them, in their imperfect love bubble and it wasn't so bad after all.

At the end of the day when they had finished decorating the House with lights, garlands and few more tensils they had managed to make their apartment look perfect in their own way which they stored away in a small Polaroid and set it over the fire place.

The apartment had seen many holidays but this, it was the best Holidays that ever happened because after all Christmas isn't about the perfect tree or the perfect decorations or the perfect parties, sometimes it's just about having a few people over and making the best of Memories to carry on in the future.

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Day 2 - Man in the Sketch

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Today marks the first day of the HP de-stress December i’ve decided to do. I’ll try to be as regular as possible even if I have to push things aside. I know how things had been lately ( busy ) but because I'm back to feeling slightly motivated. So Here’s to a christmasy December and Great holiday season.

Man in the sketch

Day 2- Butterbeer for @hpdestress December fluff fest

Typical December.

The snowfall outside took on slight of a rage before anyone could have even thought of an aid making them drench in mist and snowfall covering their eyelashes but Harry had been cleverer than the rest and saw it coming. It was typical of December especially around the holiday time to take such a turn but It didn't stop him from spending his afternoon in the Mama bouchè cafe at diagon alley.

" Its snowing pretty strong outside" Merwin, the waiter who was cleaning the table next to Harry said.

" same thing, another year" Harry chuckled.

Merwin nodded knowing he was right " How's the Sketches coming along ?"

Harry titled his head towards him " Honestly I got fed up of doing at home so I'm going to draw here today- sort of typical Before Christmas December here I guess-"

" or you can always draw me " Merwin posed with his right leg behind the left leg and leaning over the table.

Harry softly laughed then shook his head " As good of a poser you are I still have some incomplete works to do"

" Then I'll go back to my boring job" Merwin distastefully nodded then bid his byes.

Harry had known Merwin for long enough now to know that he apparently didn't like his job that much but the money here helped him pay his rent and his college fees which worked hand in hand. And despite that Harry would suggest him to leave often, he would only end the statement with " to get something , you gotta lose something. In this case, I lose my beautiful charm ". Merwin was an absolutely amazing guy but so out of reach for Harry and not because he couldn't date him or had anything wrong but Merwin was a couple years younger than Harry and that made them see each other more as brother-friend's than someone you'd date.

Harry took out from his bags the folders and files and lastly his case of brushes, pens and pencil and began working on his incomplete works. As something once his healer adviced him, to distract himself with something new once, he took it seriously and eventually created more than just a simple hobby for art. Now he drew almost every hour of his day he wasn't working, even on the trains he used to travel. To his friends it seemed a bit frustrating because he spent more time with his Sketchbook than them but at the end of the day, Art made Harry happy no matter how or why, it just did and he was glad that he had at least one thing nobody could take from him.

Halfway through the drawings he was doing, he had craned his neck to straighten his posture up when he looked around the cafe and noticed the guy on the other side of the table, his back facing Harry but there was something about the elegant way he was sitting that he reminded Harry of someone very vividly. The straight posture, elbows over the table and one leg crossed over another reminded him of Someone so strongly yet he couldn't pin who. Before he even knew he was abandoning his works and started a new drawing, of the guy sitting across tables.

Harry's hand worked faster by each second and his finger's running on mile high. His eyes moved from the man to his sketch book too fast that it seemed like he was only catching glimpses until the moment the man's head turned a little and Harry was able to notice the sweet, perfect shape of his nose, the pointed nose and the shape of his lips, very blurred but a peek was enough for Harry that he might be the most handsome man he had ever laid his eyes upon. He stared at him for a little too long and then longer than that, finding himself lost until the man turned again and Harry went back to his Sketchbook and erased the side of the head and started drawing the shape of his nose and small portion of lips he caught his eyes on. He worked very carefully on the miniscule details when suddenly he realised he needed to look again to just notice something but when he raised his head, he was gone.

" This is from the guy you were drawing" Merwin said with a smile and kept the mug of Butterbeer in front of Harry.

" who ?"

" him "Merwin pointed Harry's drawing.

Harry looked at the empty chair again and then sighed, he'd probably never see him again.

" did he say anything else ?" Harry asked

Merwin shrugged " I don't think so, just told me to give you a Butterbeer"

" Do you at least know his name ?" Harry asked

Merwin shook his head, apologising right after.

Harry shook his head too, giving him a smile.

Over the next few days as Harry visited the cafe often, stopped by to ask of that guy, even sat for long hours in hopes to see him again but it didn't happen. All his attempts unfortunately were failing and he couldn't do anything about it until the day when Harry was alone in the cafe and Merwin had taken a loo break when the door chimed and Harry instantly looked up. The man's head was covered in a scarf and hat but he knew it was him, he knew he was the man from the Sketches.

Harry had stared at him as he came and sat down, his back facing him and taking off his hat and the scarf. Harry could swore it was him but he will couldn't see him.

Just one look, one look is all he was asking for.

But as this day Harry started working on the eyes he saw as the man had walked into the cafe he felt the chair on his side being pulled and someone settling down.

" Butterbeer ?" The man smiled.

Harry smiled back " I knew it was you"

" of course it was me" He laughed lightly

" it's always you " Harry mumbled smiling.

" it's always me " he repeated.

" so Butterbeer ?"

" Sure " Harry smiled.

Day 1 - the decorations disaster|| Day 3- All I want For Christmas Is You

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Day 6- Holiday cards @hpdestress

Harry grumbled lightly as he rubbed his eyes then opening them to find an empty bed. He got up sleepily, yawning then taking his feet off the bed and finally walking out of the room. He padded across the hallway, hearing the faint singing in the shower meaning Draco was using the washroom and he decided to get the newspaper and prepare the breakfast while he waits. Like a usual morning in the mid December, he walked out of the door in a lose robe then picked up the newspaper from the front door and walked right into the kitchen, setting coffee in the making and bread in the toaster and finally opening the newspaper to read the headlines. Typical morning, he realized, a robbery at the fifth, a new opening for a job, a new cafe being opened down the leaky cauldron, another muggle news, typical news, he grumbled to himself. 

The kettle whined and he took it off the stove then suddenly remembered he didn’t check the post and went out in the cold and fetched the post’s. After bringing them in, Harry assumed it must be the same typical messages he received daily until he was holding his coffee mug to his lip ready to drink when he came across an envelope addressed to both Harry and Draco. 

“ Morning, Love” Draco greeted, entering the kitchen in a red robe Harry had bought for him a couple of months ago. He kissed him on the cheek quickly and took a cup of coffee himself and bread out of the toaster. 

But Harry didn’t greet him yet. 

“ Babe?” Draco announced but still had Harry’s minimal attention. He rolled his eyes then wrapped his arms around his beloved’s torso “ I said good morning “ He said kissing his neck. 

“ We got a holiday card “ Harry said 

“ Then why are you telling me like its a divorce paper “ Draco chuckled. 

Harry rolled his eyes then dropped it on the counter and turned to face Draco whose arms were still wrapped around his own. 

“ I’m just saying cause its new for us, It was from Blaise and Ron “ Harry told him 

“ Really ?” Draco asked in complete surprise, picking up the holiday card from behind Harry “ Didn’t they just started dating like a couple months ago, they’re already on the holiday card stage” 

“ Exactly what I thought. They’d only been dating for- well almost an year but still, that’s a huge step to take don’t you think. In our first year, we didn’t even properly tell people who we were dating" Harry's expression dangled somewhere between him being proud and kind of shook at the same time.

" well- I guess then when you know, you know. Maybe they're really serious about each other and really are the ones for each other you know " Draco shrugged.

Harry smiled at him then ran his finger's through Draco's hair " do you think we are the holiday card sort of couple ?"

Draco thought for a moment then shook his head " Not really, I don't think it's our thing you know"

Harry gazed at him for a moment, contemplating what he had just said and also taken a back for a moment but forbade it to reflect on his face and instantly agreed with Draco " for sure- we aren't that couple "

His boyfriend then smiled at him, kissed him chastily over his lips and left the kitchen taking the coffee mug with him while Harry remained there watching the moving photograph of Ron and Blaise on a Christmas holiday card.

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" it didn't seem weird to you ?" Harry asked taking the plate of croissant with him while Ron collected the cup of Espresso's to the table.

" you know what was weird, knowing I had an erection for Blaise-"

" oh for Christ's sake Ron" Harry gagged.

Ron let out a laugh sitting down on the chair " works everytime "

" you've got to stop bringing this up. I know you're bisexual and stuff but please for the love of all that is good stop talking about your erection " Harry complained.

Ron stooped laughing taking the croissant from Harry's plate " I'm sorry but it's just your reaction is worth it "

" everytime ?"

" yep everytime. Anyways you were asking ?" He asked stuffing the croissant in his mouth.

" yeah- I mean you and Blaise have only been dating for what like 10 month's-"

" 11-"

"- right 11 months and you already know you're at the holiday card phase ?"

" what do you mean?" Ron asked genuinely confused

" you know what I mean. Every relationship have like it's stages you know, like giving your door keys, getting a mixed casette or the honeymoon phase and that finally fancy dinner phase where you know it's headed somewhere. So like you guys are already in the holiday card phase, didn't it feel fast to you guys? Like you're sending it out to families and stuff, it's like making it very official " Harry explained.

Ron smiled weirdly at him like he didn't get his point then shifted forward " Harry- we're not in a romantic comedy, it's all real. I get it there are stages in a relationship but it doesn't mean you have to do it in certain amount of months. When me and Blaise started going out it was already weird and awkward but fantastic at the same time, it didn't feel like our relationship had to have stages. We really like each other, hell we love each other and whether we end up together forever or not doesn't matter because we're here right now and honestly nothing has felt more right than doing that with him. It's like the most perfect thing"

Harry gazed at him for a few moments, letting his word's sink in. It made sense. All of it. Relationships doesn't necessarily have to have stages or steps for how fast or how slow it's going, it just have to keep going, that's all that matters.

" so you think me and Draco should-"

" nope, too soon" Ron replies stuffing Harry's left-over croissant.

" but it's been more than 2 years, almost 3 in a few weeks, how is it soon ? It feels right with him too you know- it's not just your relationship that's bloody perfect " Harry mumbled the last part.

" not a competition mate" Ron incoherently replied but years after being with him, Harry knew every word.

" really, soon?"

" see, it's not just soon- it's about whether Draco is in that place too or not and I don't think he is " Ron explained.

No matter how much it hurt Harry to even think that Draco was not there, he tried not to let it effect him or even think of it but seeing couples after couples all day and receiving holiday cards from all around the office, world even, it was hard not thinking of Draco, his boyfriend of over 2 years wasn't in that place yet and it frustrated him because he had no right to be frustrated with Draco because he had his right to think that way. It should not have mattered so much to Harry but he had known Draco for all his life, been great friends/ flirtatious friends before they even started dating, how were they not in the holiday card phase? The more Harry thought of it, the more it made him angry and upset making him ramble on to random people about they were in the phase of moving in together literally an year after they started dating and sleeping together on first date but they were not yet to the holiday card-

"- it's just a sweet gesture, how could he not be there ?" Harry asked, stressed.

" I don't know sir, I'm just here to deliver the parcel and I know this isn't the right place for me anymore" the courier guy replied. Harry stared at him and groaned and asked him to leave straight away after that.

He spent the rest of his day disappointed, frustrated, agitated, upset and in desperation to know in his office until it was time for him to leave and he went home as soon as possible without knowing why.

Upon reaching home he found out that Draco was running a couple minutes late and would be back after a few minutes or more so he had the flat to himself and he decided to use that time to take a bath, think about Draco and the phase, then get out of the bath and think about it again. This went for a long time, even after Draco had come home and they were sitting for dinner and Draco was talking about something that happened at work today, that's when Harry realised he couldn't take it anymore. He had to break the ice.

He immediately stopped eating, pushed his plate away and turned to Draco " we're not in the holiday card phase ?"

" what ?" Draco asked confused out of his mind.

" we're not in the holiday card phase. Sure Ron and Blaise can be in the holiday card after only 10 months-"

" 11 "

"- you- 11 months of dating but we can't be. Why is it so hard? Why are we not in that phase when it was perfectly fine when we slept on the first date or it was perfectly fine for you to give me a promise necklace 6 month's into dating or it perfectly fine when talked about me to your mother really early on in the relationship or it was perfectly fine when we ran away together for a while when we had only been together for few months. We've done all sort of random bullshit at the most irrational times without caring whether we should've done it or not or not even thinking whether it's slow or fast then why think of it now? Why aren't we an holiday card couple when we're so fucking serious about our relationship that I'd much rather die than being alone or without you, and I know you love me as much as I do, then why aren't we sending out holiday cards to family or friends ?" Harry rambled on in one breath and Draco did all and stared.

He raised his eyebrows and softly pushed his plate away and stood up from the table, walking away.

" what ? So you're not going to reply to me now ?" Harry interjected but it seemed from his point of view that Draco was searching something in his work bag and when he finally did, he Returned back to the table with a small envelope in his hand.

" open it " Draco commanded.

Despite the irrationally that ran wild in Harry's mind, he took the envelope and opened it.

"- holiday card" he looked at the card with Harry and Draco's picture from their first Christmas together in awe " you got it made "

" yeah- now if you weren't going to throw a temper at me I'd had kept it a surprise but apparently you're not very good with them so be ready for an already planned proposal " Draco replied casually gulping his water.

Harry immediately looked up, morbid shock over his face "pr-proposal ?"

" what? There isn't going to be one? Don't tell me you're wasting my time-"

" No- it's just-"

" you never expected it ?" Draco smiled and Harry shook his head.

Draco got up from his own seat and sat down on Harry's lap, running his hand behind his ear " you really thought we weren't in that phase when I've always been ready to give my heart out to you. I love you Harry, more than anyone or anything I've ever loved in my life before, even my own self- you really think I'm going to let you- an absolute delicious man walk away from me, hell no"

They chuckled together. Harry took hold of Draco's waist and turned him so he was straddling him and kissed him over the lips " I'm sorry I doubted you"

" it's okay- it's only fair, I'm hard to read" Draco shrugged.

" or you're really good with surprises ?" Harry praised him.

" yeah that too " Draco agreed and laughed along with Harry.

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Day 7 - Ice skating for hp de-stress feat @hpdestress

It was a start.

I knew it. Watching you with lingering glances was just a start but I told my traitorous heart to keep itself shut and move on with it but I knew it was just a start. A start of all.

I knew I shouldn't had watched you like a crow, noticing every hour of your every day but I kept telling my heart to put shut but it only induced in me more adrenaline to see you, every second of every hour. I wasn't watching you a creepy way as someone would misunderstand, I was merely curious, at first at least. Watching you watch the book shelf attentively, your eyes going down like a ladder for the book of just your choice or while you were watching your teammates fly in the air so high, I could see you yearned for it but you had lost your incredible confidence or while you were reading the notice board looking for something new like a new letter would be posted for you there or just watching you walk across the hall with your hands in your pocket tucked away in the warmth. Here's the strange trick though, I didn't want to watch you, never by choice in the beginning but it was as though I had a sense everytime you were around me and I would not be able to help myself from watching you, so when I eventually gave up from trying to ignore my heart, I watched you and it was just a start, a start to knowing there's so much more to you than I had ever cared to venture.

I knew you didn't hate me anymore, you smiled at me like you never used to before, I knew you didn't hate me but I didn't know if you liked me either. I could sense that you knew that I was watching you or maybe it was just Paranoia who kept telling me that you knew that I was watching but if you did know that I was watching you, then I think maybe you enjoyed it, not the attention but just being cared enough to be looked at. I know it now. And if you didn't know I was watching you, then I think maybe you should've.

Until the days when I first started realising that I was watching you more than doing any other thing, I never really thought about it or I didn't allow myself to think about it but seeing you do the littlest of things and smiling after small achievements made my heart beat faster in my chest even though I tried to avoid it. I thought that would be the most of it, my heart skipping a beat when I watched you smile but I didn't know there were so many levels of heart skipping faster and I only knew of it then when I followed you to the forest one late night after having being welcomed into a Narnia of insomnia. I carefully followed you without your knowledge and saw you like I did everyday but that night it was different. It left me curious as to what you would be doing at the lake in the Middle of the night but soon enough from shelter of the tree I saw you walk into the river, but not into, Over the river. I stared more carefully until I didn't need to anymore when you slid through graciously over the lake. You were ice skating and it was perhaps the most perfect thing I had laid my eyes upon, you ice skating. The way you slid over the lake with your shoes Making the scratching sound and your arms open to feel the air pass through you. I knew that you liked it because I had never seen you smile that much. It made you so happy, as if it made you feel alive. It made you happy to just be there and I was happy knowing I was seeing your happiness until it suddenly Struck me that I was watching you, not just tonight but everyday and perhaps you still didn't have a knowledge of it which made it more upsetting because I was watching you feel alive, feeling happier than you do in a day and maybe there's a reason why you keep your smile hidden all day so no-one would see but Only yourself, but I was breaking the boundaries and watching you be happy when maybe it could've so easily been a thing that you didn't want me to know it. So I walked away that night, hoping it would be the last but it had just been the start of something so tragically beautiful that I yet don't know where it's headed but the feeling of being around you and skating with you over thin ice had made me feel more alive that I ever had, even with the air in my lungs and heart beating loudly in my chest.

So you make me feel alive Draco Malfoy, I don't know why or how yet, but it's just a start I suppose and I'll stay till the end.

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Day 13 Secret Santa @hpdestress

He still have them all.

When Harry was in his first year at Hogwarts, away from his home, with people he barely knew and some he found strange, he had spent his Christmas at Hogwarts. Back then Harry was happier than he had been in a long time and was glad for a lot of givings he was given even if he didn't want some of them , he took them with grace and their love in those givings and kept it safe in a case or in his heart. It was then on his first Christmas at Hogwarts when he recieved an anonymous gift resting over his bed waiting to be opened. He had already opened the invisibility cloak before so he knew it couldn't be that, so, when he did open it and threw the wrappings aside he discovered it was a gift by a child, not more older than he was. The gift had been a paper Santa decorated with all sorts of glitter and a card with "Maybe one day", just that. Harry had kept it safely.

The next year when he had returned back from his Christmas break, there had been a box sitting over his pillow. He knew it then it was from the same Secret Santa as last year when he had opened the card and it was the same inscription. This time there were cookies in a box ( secret Santa had made it themself).

The next year Harry had been excited to see his gift from the secret santa even though he didn't who it was but when he came back from the Christmas strolling with Ron and Hermione, there wasn't a gift on his bed, underneath it, or around it or even his fellow mates bed. He looked for 3 days straight until it showed up the next day, a card with the same inscription and nothing more and a Stocking with Harry Potter crocheted over it. Harry found those customized presents cute.

The next year, that was 4th year he yet again was met with his present on the pillow right after he had returned from the break. At this point he didn't bother reading the card but did it anyways and found it extremely impressive how whoever it was had a beautiful calligraphy. That year he had received ear muffs with Christmas tree stitched over them. He wore them often.

During his 5th year after things had turned pretty upsetting, the gift was all he looked forward to upon returning to school and like the 3rd year the gift came in late and this time with an apology " Sorry, I had things " the apology card read. He left the same inscripted card at the bottom of the box and picked up the gift. That year he had recieved a handkerchief with Harry weaved over it riding the broomstick and a small Draco getting knocked over by him around the corner. It was a hilarious gift. It certainly kept him going a lot.

But when the 6th year happened, Harry had to wait an entire week before he received the present. There was no apology that time but the same card with the same inscription as every which Harry now felt bored off yet found it endearing at the same time and a mix tape of songs that claimed to have reminded whoever it was of Harry. He kept listening to them even after the war was over. It was a nice gesture.

The 7th year, he didn't recieve anything and plainly there was too much going on for him to either be worried about but the morning after Christmas Eve while they were in Dean's forest Harry had thought about it and late in the night when Hermione was asleep he had heard the mix tape again. It kept him sane.

The 8th year, he finally recieved a love letter signed by anonymous but vividly mentioned having been in love with Harry for so long; along with a sweater with H weaved over its front and the signature inscription card only this time there was a smile put after the words.

He still have them all, in a box that he looks at them every year and remembers his childhood and how it was among the best part of his childhood.

Today was one of those days when Harry was looking through the box of things again except for the H sweater which he was wearing and smiled at them. He suddenly felt two arms wrap around his Torso and a soft pair of lips attaching his neck and hummed.

" Old Christmas presents " His lover said.

Harry nodded smiling then after a moment of enjoying his embrace and silence he spoke up " you weren't very discrete you know"

Draco laughed softly behind him and pestered him with a kiss again " So you knew all along ?"

" Nope, around 3rd year. Only a post brat like you could've known how to crochet" Harry teased.

" At least appreciate my efforts" Draco complained playfully.

" thank you for these"

Harry turned just a little, kissing his cheek then gazed into his eyes " our one day came"

Draco smiled at him equally swooned and in love, nodded " Our one day came"

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Day 18- Hogsmeade @hpdestress

Harry buried them under the invisible cloak again, Huffing under his breath.

" when I said we should go on a date in Hogsmeade this is definitely not what I meant " Draco grumbled under his breath but close enough for Harry to listen.

" Oh would you like me to take the veil off and walk off like a bride " Harry sarcastically responded.

Draco almost wanted to laugh but he didn't "well these are the results of you face planting in your broom, not anywhere else but over it "

" How was I supposed to know that Someone would be out in the fucking cold at midnight in the quidditch field watching me. I thought it was only you and me " Harry rolled his eyes and took a a sharp turn avoiding everyone else.

" Well Darling of course you have creepy stalkers following you every hour of everyday. You're Harry Potter, the boy who apparently doesn't die " Draco controlled his laughter again but a look from Harry and he was biting his palm to not release any sound.

" You think you're so funny- Well guess what my dear love, you're not " Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and walked ahead again.

After a while of Draco cracking jokes up, he fell silent and just followed Harry as they walked deeper into Hogsmeade and towards the cliff apparently only Harry knew how to get to.

" How far is it ?" Draco groaned

" well if you weren't walking like a baby and making jokes about me half the trip we would've already been there " Harry replied distantly

" What did I tell you about your sarcasm- sometimes it hurts " Draco pouted.

Harry almost took him seriously but looking at his fake pout he rolled his eyes again " Says the one who's existence runs on being mean "

Draco scoffed, mumbling something under his breath which Harry chose to ignore and finally he was able to lift off the invisibility cloak when they reached a safer radar out of people's sight.

" We there yet ?" Draco asked again.

Harry took 5 more steps and announced " we're here "

Draco followed behind him and finally reached a small tent Harry had assumably set up before they came here with fairy lights dangling inside and a box of Pizza which Draco have grown into loving and blankets to keep themselves warm.

Draco intertwined their fingers tighter and went into the small tent, sat down along with Harry facing Hogsmeade from atop.

" I never knew Hogsmeade looked this beautiful from upside. Christmas makes it look even more beautiful " Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back at him and cast a small heating spell over the pizza and agreed " I discovered this place back in 4 year when nobody wanted to believe that I didn't put my name in that stupid fire. It bought me peace "

" Yeah- I remember envying you until the damned red eyes snake lived under my roof and basically played oujia board with his actual snake "

Harry laughed out loud, shaking his head " Do you even know what an oujia board is ?"

" Who cares- it's not like he was doing a kitty party with the death eaters dressed up in pink dresses " Draco joked, smiling himself.

Harry chuckled " He could've matched his pink with Umbridge "

Draco chuckled then after while of simply smiling at Harry, he said " Thank you for this"

" Don't mention- Pizza ?"

They sat there eating Pizza in the cold with the heating spell bringing them warmth and small jokes that they cackled with each other and enjoyed watching the hustling of the students down there. It was weird in its own how they landed up together and a story for other day, but even if they were pretty much the worst boyfriends the history had ever known, they were still pretty perfect for eachother and that was the most they could ever ask for. So what if instead of sugar coating and sweet talking they made of fun of each other and embarrassed them, so what if they didn't have the perfect first date, or what if they still get weird around each other, the most that mattered was this moment, that thing's that made the moment possible and this was possibly the best they could ever have.

Draco finally rested his head against Harry's shoulder as the sun had started settling and the students had started departing back to Hogwarts " This is pretty perfect isn't it ?"

" pretty or perfect ?" Harry countered

" No Harry- pretty perfect- it's a phrase-"

" how can it-"

" Nevermind I tried-" Draco groaned.

Harry laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, wrapping his arms closer to Draco's body " This is pretty perfect"

Draco smiled and nuzzled his face into Harry's neck.

It was pretty perfect, being with the best version of perfect they could ask for and the Beautiful sunset, yeah it was pretty perfect.

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Day 21- sleigh ride @hpdestress

" Can I take the blindfold off now ?" Harry asked stumbling over his own feet only to be caught in time by Draco.

" We're not there yet "Draco replied

" But I'm falling all over " Harry whined

" and I'm here to catch your fall " Draco replied back.

" Yeah not really. When I told you I've fallen in love with you, you told me I've fallen with you too. Can't say I can trust you with a fall" Harey shrugged casually.

Draco chuckled next to him " Well then if you're gonna, we're gonna fall together. That's how it works right. You take the first fall and I take it with you"

" I'm telling you Draco, sometimes these falls are scary. What if one day I'm falling off a cliff, you can't say I'm falling after you, right ?" Harry asked.

" Oh no of couse not Darling, I'd be the one pushing you off the cliff, don't worry " Draco smirked next to him even though he knew Harry couldn't see him.

" You know sometimes your words hurt " Harry pouted.

" That's why I say them. Now just trust me with this. I've held your hand " Draco said holding onto Harry's hands tighter.

Harry mumbled something but Draco chose to ignore, besides it was barely audible in the strong winter winds blowing right in his face.

" Are we there yet ?" Harry asked again.

Draco shook his head then realised Harry couldn't see him " A little bit more "

" How far is this place even ?" Harry complaint again.

" If you do a little less complaining, we might reach sooner " Draco rolled his eyes. Don't get him wrong, he loves his boyfriend beyond anything and he would anything for him but sometimes Harry just annoyed him, irritated him with useless questions that he doubted his entire existence then, like the time Harry kept on asking at 3 am why do we sleep at 3 and not in the morning and why do they have specific meals for breakfast, what if he wanted rice for breakfast and toast for dinner. It drove Draco insane, more than he likes to exaggerates.

" And I thought you loved me " Harry mumbled.

Draco rolled his eyes once again " Just because I tell you to stop complaining doesn't mean I love you any less "

" seems otherwise to me" Harry shrugged and this time he stumbled over something again that he might've fallen over the ground if it wasn't for Draco holding him tightly.

" Told you I'd save you" Draco told him afterwards.

" yeah after I was already sca-"

" we're here " Draco announced cutting Harry off mid sentence and took off his blindfold and putting it in his pocket.

" A sleigh ride " Harry exclaimed.

" I am an attentive boyfriend " Draco smirked.

" I told you this on like our 2nd date, how did you remember ?" Harry grinned at Draco.

" I remember everything babe, everything" Draco smiled fondly at Harry who looked at him in awe before he leaned forward and kissed Draco's nose softly.

" Now you're like Rudolph the Red nose reindeer " He sang.

Draco laughed behind him, following him into the sleigh and sitting down over the uncomfortable seat.

" I feel like Elsa " Harry grinned.

" Elsa who ?" He asked

" Elsa from Frozen. You know in the second movie when they are going to that forest, the enchanted forest. We watched that movie together Draco, like 2 weeks ago " Harry reminded him.

"Oh- the girl who have to wear gloves all the time or she'll turn everyone into ice " Draco replied

" stop Making her sound like a villain-"

" I'm not making her sound like a villain. She did freeze her sister in the first movie-"

" but she also bought her back-"

" but she also struck her when they were just kids-"

" By accident-"

" Not to interrupt your little argument over the girl who froze her sister but do you want a ride or not ?" The man in the front seat holding the leash of the horses in his hands asked.

Draco immediately nodded and they took off.

Harry remained shut after that for a long time but an excited smile pulled over his face as he kept staring at his surrounding and the feeling of being in a sleigh. Draco perhaps might never understand why it was so fascinating for Harry to be on a sleigh but if this is how little it takes for Draco to bring that smile over his face, he'd do them everyday until he dies. When he says he loved Harry with his entire soul and mind, he really does. He loves every little thing about him and sometimes he might drive him crazy or insane but he still loved Harry till the sun rises and the moon sets. What Harry bought in Draco was indescribable but knowing that Harry is the only man he want to ride every sleigh in the world with fills the empty little hole his heart have and that's because Harry is his cure, his medicine and his remedy to everything. One look from Harry and he'd forget a thousand reasons why he shouldn't exist but Harry chose to love a man as such and he would never ever be worthy enough of his love but he knows he'll spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy enough for him.

Harry besides him catches Draco smiling at him and he smiles back. He turns his head to the front and lean his head over his shoulder and takes Draco's hands in his own to intertwine their fingers together.

" It's better with you, a Hundred times better in your arms " Harry whispered, smiling.

Draco wishes he could've said something, anything but all that came out of his lips was " I love you " before he leaned down and kissed Harry over the lips. It's always better with him too, always and a thousand times better.

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Day 22- sledging @hpdestress

Harry huffed in frustration as he tried to find the safe gears to put on Albus and Scorpius but apparently they were nowhere to be found and soon they would become impatient to the point that it's unbearable. Ever since Harry and Draco came on the trip with their kids, nothing had gone right, not even a single thing, it was like living the movie of the worst day ever on repeat. This trip was supposed to be a fun, bonding time for the family but apparently it was everything but that. To Begin with, on their way over their car broke down and the mechanics seemed to have been very far away and Albus and Scorpius decided that it would've just been marvelous to throw a fit, the next was the room they got, it was supposed to be 2 large rooms and instead of it being as large as it was in the pictures, it was only large enough to have bunk beds in it; next was the dinner night they planned on, it was supposed to be a fancy dinner at a fancy place but a blizzard had to come right then when they were walking to it and due to the damning Blizzard, their night got cancelled and the list goes on. Harry would rewind every single one of them but that wasn't an available option.

He eventually gave up finding the gears and practiced how to break his kids heart by telling them that they can't go sledging but when Harry reached where the kids were supposed to be, they weren't there.

" Draco, where are the kids ?" Harry sounded exhausted and yet stressed at the same time.

Draco's head immediately whipped around with a handful of things to eat " I swear they were right here, just now. I swear, I promise "

Harry sighed closing his eyes momentarily then began again " It's fine, we'll find them together. You take that way, I'll take this way " He said pointing towards different directions but as soon as they were going in different directions, they heard screaming which sounded awfully familiar until they both turned around and their kids jumped up in the air in the sledge and their heart's fell right out of their chest.

" Albus-Scorp" they simultaneously screamed and immediately ran after them with hooked ropes to get them to stop but sliding on ice wasn't a piece of cake. Draco hit his head on a massive ball of ice and some kid nearby thought it was funny to hit him right in the stomach. Harry gave him an apologetic look then continued running after them. Hurdles after hurdles like Albus throwing snowballs to hit Harry, the slippery ice that made him fall over, their kids basically jumping up in the air without any protection when a slight cliff came around, his throat growing dry from all the yelling, maintaining a safe look on Draco who had now joined him and last but not the least the trees that somehow had started appearing in the middle. Harry wanted to cry at this moment and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he fell over his bum and slid over the ice and due to the slope it became incredibly hard to get back up. His heart hammered like a wrecking ball inside his chest and now he was scared to death for two reasons, himself and the kids.

" Albus-Scorp- Please stop the sledge " Harry shouted.

" We can't " Albus yelled back laughing and that was all it took Harry to turn at an edge to he started slipping on ice even after. When he heard another scream he turned his face to his side and saw Draco sliding down over a piece of wood, recklessly.

" Harry, save me " Draco screamed and he slipped more ahead of Harry.

Harry groaned loudly and screamed back "I'm coming"

Seconds turned into minutes and the screaming grew louder while the people all around watched them finding it absolutely hilarious how the kids drove the sledge while their father ran after them like absolute maniacs. It was finally when the steep gradually lessened and it started rising upwards that the kids sledge slowed down, not the same with Harry and Draco and they were still screaming until they both collided into each other and then into the kids.

" Ouch Dad's " Scorpius groaned.

Harry breathed heavily, holding onto the kids " that was very very dangerous "

Draco remained in shock for a while, catching his breath and holding onto the family together until later his eyes noticed the high cliff and he started laughing looking at their kids. His Laugh eventually grew louder and contagious to the point that everyone was laughing so hard that they rolled back to the ground.

" I hate to say it but this was the most fun thing that happened over the entire trip " Harry told after the laughter controlled down.

Draco turned to Harry and nodded smiling.

" Then Can we do it again ?-"

" No " they simultaneously replied.

MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, HERE'S TO A LOUSY CHRISTMAS AND A CRAPPY NEW YEAR.

I wasn't planning on update tonight since it got super late but I guess I had what it took tonight .

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Day 26- Hot chocolate @hpdestress

" Done " Draco yells from the living room.

Harry yells back a second later " I'm done too" and he walks into the living room with 2 cups of hot chocolate filled with marshmallows and a box of cookies.

"I've cancelled all my meetings and I've set the blanket" Draco tells Harry jumping up and down as if he was getting ready for a marathon. Truth be told, he was getting ready of a Marathon, just not the running types.

" I've made 2 cups of hot chocolate, already set a box of tissues over there and bought cookies to dip into the hot chocolate later so I wouldn't have to get up" Harry tells Draco.

Draco nods and picks up the remote " Ready to cry ?" He challenges Harry.

Harry set the box of cookies over the table and sat down underneath the puddle of blankets joining Draco with cups of Hot chocolate in his hand.

" you're the one who should be scared " Harry teased

" Right, like I cry like baby " Draco scoffed.

" Last I remember-"

" Don't " Draco pointed his finger at Harry who funnily enough put it into his mouth.

" Harry- eww- you're so gross " Draco whined wiping his finger against the blanket while Harry laughed at him.

" Are you serious for watching this now ?" Draco asked next.

Harry got in position and nodded " Bring it on"

" whoever cries first, loses " Draco declared.

" We both know who's it gonna be " Harry boasted.

Draco rolled his eyes " we'll see Potter"

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" Are they both really crying over 10 things I hate about you ?" Pansy asked Ron who was standing beside him watching Harry and Draco cry in each other's arms like babies.

" Apparently Heath ledger gets to them " Ron mumbled eating another one of the cashew nut.

" Do you think they knew we're here ?" She asked again.

" Nah " Ron shook his head " They won't know for another hour. At least not until after they're done crying over Heath ledger"

" So supposedly if we steal all their money-"

" Nope. Never" Ron frowns.

Pansy nodded impressed and picked on another cashew nut and eating it away.

Sorry this is short but I had done so much writing today that I'm tired.

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Dialogue prompt. 1- " Did I enter an alternate universe or did you actually just smile at me?" || Fluff ||

Beautiful as the sky is, that day, it was extraordinarily beautiful with soft colour of purple and pink while the sun decided to bid its goodbye and corner away until a day new day arrives. 

But that day, it was more beautiful because of the crescent of the moon and the sun meeting from the opposite ends of the world, one rising while the other drowning but only for a little time, they were both present at the same time.  

It's funny how we resonate with the love between the sun and the moon when sun and the moon can't even be present in the sky at the time but only in exceptional moments like these, but, in reality the one we love, we always want to be near them. If we truly resonated with the love of the sun and moon, the results would be catastrophic.

And yet, here was another lover, an actual true sun.

"Harry, I'm giving you five seconds, If you don't get out of the bed, I'll throw you out of the window," Ron threatened.

Harry groaned "I don't want to go outside."

"Stop being a bitch about everything. It's a fine day outside, everyone's out by the lake, just get out of your fucking bed."

"But I don't want to," Harry buried his face under his blankets only for it to be pulled up by Ron.

"Really?"

"You can't just escape life." Ron sighed.

Harry sat down straight, taking the blankets away from Ron "I don’t escape life,"

"But you do. You do it everyday." Ron replied.

Harry looked at Ron standing at the opposite end of his bed with a hopeful gaze which is honestly annoying to Harry.

Harry stood up groaning, mumbling something to himself about how he couldn’t believe he was doing this while Ron did his victory dance for which he practically had to throw pillows at him to make him stop dancing.

Minutes later Ron had convinced Harry to come to the Black lake with him where most of the Eighth years student's were gathered, mostly the ones who enjoyed being outdoors before curfew.

"Why are we here again ?" Harry asked pushing his hands into his jeans pocket.

"Well if you had not tried to escape life, you'd actually know that we do a bonfir every Friday night with some music. It's sort of a part of making peace and getting along."

Harry hummed "Who all gather?"

"Just us bunch, a couple of Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws and few Slytherins- you know all of them so don't worry." Ron answered.

The leaves crunched beneath his feet as they walked furthermore towards where the light was glowing and even if Harry felt like running back away to stay in his bed all night and probably just sleep away the entire weekend, Ron won't let him.

"Hello, everyone- We have a new friend-"

"If this isn't the famous Harry Potter-"

"Blaise"Ron scolds.

Harry rolled his eyes in secrecy. This is why he never liked leaving his room anymore. It was tiring fitting into the title of the "famous Harry Potter"

"Can I go already?" Harry mumbled to Ron.

Ron looked at Harry by his side and he felt pity but he knew Harry needed the exposure, he had been sulking away in the regrets of the war for far too long.

"It'll be good- I promise. Just do this one night and if you don't like it, I will never force you." Ron said.

Harry huffed next to him and then followed towards the inner circle where the logs were set on the ground for people to sit on and almost everyone sitting with a partner, friend or a significant other.

Ron quite surprisingly had taken his seat next to Blaise, who was tuning his guitar (oddly) and though it seemed weird, Harry knew Ron was telling Blaise off on something.

Harry settled down awkwardly alone on one of the logs and allowed the warmth of the fire surge through him. He instantly felt his body getting warmer and his mood uplifting. 

Until, Draco Malfoy walked into the circle and looked for a place to sit and obviously, the only seat available was next to Harry.

"Can I?" Draco asked pointing to the empty seat besides Harry.

Harry shrugged "It's not like you can sit anywhere else"

Draco nodded then settled down next to Harry and crossed his legs soon.

They both were past their phase of stupid rivalries and were set on the path of acknowledging the other but they still didn't see eye to eye on many things but they were working on it which helped them to give another one a chance but there were several moments where they would simply remain ignorant or silent in others presence and right now was among one of those moments. They were sitting adjacent to one another for a very long time now, for the sun to fully set and night to take over but they hadn't spoken even a single word, however, had heard a couple of songs Blaise played.

While everyone chattered in their small circle or with their partners but they remained silent yet Draco could sense the tension, so could Harry but only he chose to break the ice "First night?"

Harry nodded "yeah- You?"

"Second. I don't like being in crowds,"

"Me either." Harry replied .

Draco nodded next to him in acknowledgement then as his eyes followed up to Ron and Blaise being cozier than usual he decided to ask another question.

"How many of all of these people do you think are dating?"

"Take a wild guess."

Harry rubbed his hands together then followed the sight of every set of couple on the log of woods "Hannah is definitely dating Matheo."

Draco frowned, "Fair enough."

"So is Celeste and Mache,"

"Really?"

"Look at their legs."

Draco hummed agreeing.

"What about Theo there ?" Draco asked.

"He's definitely hitting on her but the guy on the next log is also planning to hit on her." Harry replied.

Draco was impressed "quite an insight you have,"

"Tell me, you think Luna and Neville are together?" Harry asked turning faintly to Draco.

"They could've been if Neville wasn't cuddling his plant right now"

Harry chuckled beside him making Draco turn to see his short laugh.

"You think Ron and Blaise are together ?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head, “Ron wouldn’t hide it from me if they were together.”

“And you’re really sure about that? What if he’s keeping his dating life private from you?” Draco asked curiously. 

Harry shook his head then pointed at them discreetly “I know Ron’s dating language, that’s his flirting language,” 

“So you’re a hundred percent sure?” Draco asked turning his head completely towards Harry. 

“Definitely.” Harry replied. 

Draco nodded. 

“If you’re so sure about who’s dating and who’s not, judge me,” Draco smirked. 

Harry raised his eyebrows in the acceptance of a challenge, “Okay,” 

“I think-you are ready to kill the person sitting next to you.” 

Draco shook his head, “Come on, be honest.” 

Harry huffed out a breath and leaned forward so he could look at Draco who had leaned forward to be closer to fire. 

“I think, you’re just waiting for the right person to come along.” 

Draco hid his smile,”Really?” 

Harry hummed in agreement. 

“And where do you think I can find the right person?” 

Harry thought for a moment, his mind looping around in spins of every time he felt his traitorous heart beating faster for Draco but had never been able to say it out loud, but only in his dreams. He let out a shuddered breath and in his head ran words of encouragement, ‘this is your moment’.

“Next to you maybe,” 

Draco stared at the fire, his eyes reflecting the orange and yellow of the fire and his face looking softer than a petal in the light of the flame. He noticed the way his lips quirked up a bit until he was full fledged smiling at Harry, unable to control the blood that rushed to his face making him pink but he didn’t speak anything and so Harry decided he would. 

“Did I enter an alternate universe or did you actually just smile at me?” 

Draco groaned, still smiling and nudged Harry out of the log of wood. 

“You had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?” Draco shook his head. 

Laughing Harry took his seat back ignoring the little attention he had managed to grasp. 

“I can’t help it- Its a default in me.” 

Draco tried controlling his laughter but he couldn’t after a while and broke out in laughter that remained soft yet purely contagious and it made Harry laugh himself, once again. Hearing Draco laugh was the best thing he did all week, hell even entire month or maybe the best thing he did in years and it made his heart swell with what he felt for Draco. It made him think of all the sounds in the world, the most beautiful of them all but this, his laugh, it was more beautiful than anything he had ever heard. 

And in the presence of each other, they forgot that everyone else existed and that was because perhaps it was easier to escape everyone while they were each other. It was a moment within a moment and they could live infinite of them.

Like said, the sky was extraordinarily beautiful that day and it was because the Sun had met the moon.

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After all this time, always the same - Part 2 

Mild angst/ hurt comfort

Rain patted on the patio with the soft whirl of a wind making a peaceful sound. A residual of dead leaf floating over 1 inch of water and reflection of the flickering light of the place burning in a soft yellow. 

Harry revived in that rain, drinking his warm cup of coffee, away from everyone and gazing at the beautiful skyline of London. He drank another sip of coffee, the bitter aftertaste remaining but turned into a sweetness in given moments. 

“Out here alone again?” he heard. 

Harry didn’t need to turn around to know it was Ginny. He welcomed her in his presence; She came and stood next to Harry with her hand placed over the railing and in a soft physical touch Harry placed his hand over hers, rubbing it lightly. 

“We’ve lived here for 3 years and this skyline still amazes me.” Harry gushed. 

Ginny smiled, “The world is always changing, it’s something new everyday.” 

Harry hummed along. She was right, the world keeps moving forward, we keep evolving, 

And yet some unspoken things remain the same. 

“I wanted to discuss about certain wedding plans, whenever you come inside can we talk about it?” Ginny asked. 

Harry gave her a warm smile and nodded, “I’ll be in a few minutes. Gotta finish my coffee.” 

She nodded along and with a small smile herself, she walked back inside. 

Harry watched as she walked away. He adored her, her silhouette, her long ginger hair, the sound of her footstep, the curve of her smile, the sound of her voice, he loved it, everything about her and he might be the luckiest man alive to marry the girl he had loved for so long, after all that is what everyone looks forward to one day. His one day was in 2 weeks and he couldn’t wait for it. 

He turned back to the face of London again and in the soft rain of October, he finished his coffee and went back inside to do the last minute discussions of the wedding. 

But when the night came, when the sun had set and the moon had risen with the dark clouds hazing the sky, day turned into night and another day yet to arrive, he still lurked in the darkness of the night over the one last moment from years ago over the branch of a Maple tree nobody knew had ever even been there. The moment locked there that nobody knew of. 

But now, everyone did. 

He had been trying to ignore what happened at the gallery, he didn't answer anyone's questions because he didn't feel like he needed to and even if someone pestered him too much, he would simply walk away. However, It bothered him and it was evident but he didn't want to think of those days or reminisce again in the lost moments. Those days were over but ever since that one look at the Gallery, Harry had been unable to forget him at all.

It was easier before when they had not met each other for years, when they only heard of each other through someone else or saw it in the newspapers but now, old wounds had been cut reopen and blood flew out of them and no bandage worked good enough. Harry found it hard to not think about Draco anymore and it was worrying to him because he didn't like thinking of him anymore, especially after what had happened in the past but when he's lying awake in the night, staring up at the ceiling, he would run little circles over his own hand and think of the forgotten days and mourn over the lost years.

But things had changed, he convinced himself, things had indeed changed.

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As days spent away, the date of the wedding remained not further than 4 more days and it was suddenly starting to hit Harry that he was about to be bound to someone for the rest of his life and love someone till his lungs give out and just for one last moment, he wanted to feel free again.

"Are you sure you want me to go?" Harry asked for the third time.

Ginny pushed him out of the door and smiled "I want you to go, more because I need time away from you. It's sort of like a before wedding ritual. Now go- shush."

And the door closed with a thud and Harry was left with no option but to leave, though he was quite relieved to do so.

He drove of miles without a destination in his mind but some track song playing on the radio and cool breeze circulating inside his car. It relieved him off so many things, almost feeling like an escape he didn't know he needed and it felt amazing. He finally got the opportunity to see the outskirts of London that he had never been to all this time, the river that comes down the mountains, and the highways he had never had the chance to drive upon. He kept driving with his windows down and the music still playing. He took his hand out of the window and let the air pass through his fingers, and he felt them untangle from something invisible. He felt the breeze travelling through his hand to his neck, to his head and his heart and it unclenched him off so many things and it made him feel happy.

But the moment he had taken a halt and stood outside, leaning against his car, he felt the heaviness in his chest, he felt it clog and unclog and he yearned for something he had been depriving himself off for so many years. He told himself he shouldn't do it, but London have never looked so beautiful and the sky had never been more clear and so he hesitantly convinced himself that he would drive off to a destination he was destined upon since he was 15.

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The fallen leaves from old trees crunched under his feet as he walked past many trees, and the sound that seemed to have been sung by the trees when the air passed through them. It was all too beautiful, the smell of the forest, the light of the sun that made it through the canopies, the sound of animals from afar, the dried up leaves over the ground, it was all too beautiful, just like he remembered.

He might've walked a couple more steps and there he finally was, under the same Maple tree from years ago. He smiled as he looked up and searched around the trunk for the step be created to climb up. It took him a while but he found it and climbed upon carefully.

He breathed sharply as he reached the bench and looked further ahead at the scenery and he was stunned to realise that nothing had changed, it was just like he remembered it, just the same that came in his dream so often, just like the one he had daydreamed of ever since he last came here.

He smiled as he grazed the bench next to his own and he felt the memory come alive in his head, the one from the last day.

"Are you scared?" He had asked

Harry nodded, "change is always hard,"

"Are you ?"

Draco nodded, "Change is always hard."

He didn't want to waste away time in pleasantaries or make small talks anymore, they already have lost a lot of it because of it, so he asked "Will you think about me?"

Harry kept watching ahead, not sparing a glance at Draco, he knew he would think of him everyday but he shook his head instead.

"I don't want it to hurt."

Draco nodded even when he was hurt, "I know I will."

Harry finally looked at him, his features so soft that wanted to caress his face but he didn't, he couldn't anymore.

"You will?"

Draco nodded, "I don't want to forget us."

Harry smiled, "We didn't really exist, did we though?"

But Draco had been far too serious and Harry knew it when he faced him and he saw the glitter of tears held back behind his eyelids.

"We did if only for a short while, it was everything."

Harry couldn't say anything, but he wishes he had, he wishes so much that he had that day.

Harry pushed himself upwards and took out his wallet from the back pocket and opened upto a picture of him and Ginny but today he didn't want to look at it. Today, he took out the hidden picture behind it and grazed over it with his fingers to the burnt corner of the picture that he had once tried to burn but had never been able to actually quite do it.

He flipped the photograph and noted the date "October 15, 1997", the same date of his marriage. It was the last of what he had been left of Draco. He had tried multiple times to throw away that picture that Colin had took but everytime he would look at it, his agony would flood inside him and he was push it away into secret.

He gazed at the Draco in the photo again, both of them cuddled together and he found himself giving out a giggle and he thought it was just that, but a tear blocked his glasses and he had to take off his glasses to wipe them off. His heart clenched in his chest a lot more than he had wanted it to and he pressed that photograph against his chest and he let out the tears he had never allowed to drop from 10 years ago, he finally let it hurt and it stung but he let it happen.

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Ginny was helping Harry after dinner when she stopped him by holding his hand and made him look at her.

"Harry?"

"Yeah"

"I- wanted to say this, so just hear me out. I've been thinking and I am so happy that we're getting married In a day and I cannot ask for a better man but something have been worrying me"

"worrying you?" He asked confused.

"Ever since the day we came from the Gallery-"

"Not you too-" he huffed

"Please- just let me say. I've been worried that you've been different ever since. I just want to know if you're okay or if there is anything you feel like you want to tell me?" Ginny asked softly.

Harry held her hand softly and replied, "I am fine, you have nothing to worry about."

Ginny didn't look convinced but nodded anyways but she still went on, "Harry- we'll be together forever after a day. Like forever, you realise that don't you? It's not something that ends in a week or two years, it's gonna be forever. I want to know if you're absolutely sure about this ?"

"Gin, you're just getting cold feet about everything. I want to marry you alright. I've never wanted anything more." He assured her.

She smiled at Harry and then finally hugged him.

"I can't wait to be married."

Harry hummed and kissed the top of her head and yet, his mind lingered on the word forever. Together forever.

And suddenly he felt the heaviness in his chest again.

I had never quite planned on writing a part 2 to this but since I posted this on Instagram, i received a couple requests and thought as to why not.

Will have a part 3 though 😀.

After all this time, always the same

Prompt used- kissing the top of other's head| harry and draco finally meet each other years later at a memorial gallery, discovering some buried promises |

" I actually did not know Colin was this good " Harry said impressed as they walked the gallery

" really, who knew that kid was really good " Ron hummed.

" i miss that kid " Harry said as he drown in reminiscents of everyone who died in the war

" I am sure it would mean a great deal that you're here Harry. He always looked upto to you, he lived a nice life " Denis smiled at harry before he departed to he other batch of visitors. It was almost 10 years after war when one day a bunch of Hogwarts student's had received an invitation to the colin memorial gallery. Dennis, his brother had managed to construct certain photographs Colin had taken before he died and decided to put it into his memorial. Apparently Colin always wanted something like that, but his gallery Would've been incomplete if the people he had photographed had not shown up, so this was the reason why a bunch of Hogwarts student's had been given a free pass as a contribution to his memory. Harry was however saddened by the absence of colin. After all this time he still misses all those who died a lot. He learnt it the hard way that he will probably never forget any of them but he can manage to live with it.

It was however surprising how amazingly brilliant Colin's skills were. Nobody knew he had even taken their pictures secretly and it were all too great.

" hey, theres us " Ron said a little too loudly, much to anyone's liking. Harry gave them all a small apologetic smile before he joined Ron to see the photograph hanging over the wall of him, Ron and Hermione.

" seems like a different era, doesn't it ?" Ron nostalgically said.

Hermione nodded besides him as she put her head over Ron's shoulder. 10 years and they're still in love like they were when they were kids. Harry had always been fond of their relationship, not because it's his friends but because of everything it was built upon, the love they have is just for each other, and there probably had never existed other who had walked upon earth who they'd love them more than they loved each other.

" there's you " Ron suddenly pointed a small picture on the bottom

" oh yeah- that's me " harry carefully looked at his solo photograph. He wasn't particularly attentive, looking in some other direction as if he was watching out for something.

" that's forbidden forest " Hermione peeped carefully at the picture

" It might be the courtyard " Harry interjected as he took a few steps away to look at a few more pictures to avoid their questions.

" but harry I'm sure it's forbidden forest, it's the same place where sir- where you fought those dementors, I'm sure " Hermione egged on

" I'm not saying it might not be, might be. I wandered off a lot during 5th year but I'm pretty sure it must've been just the courtyard, Colin wouldn't probably enter the forest " Harry made a point with raised eyebrows. Hermione didn't seem to believe yet nodded forcefully, dropping the matter.

" there's a tons of pictures of you guys here " Someone said from behind Harry and before he had time to register to who it was, his fingers were already intertwined with someone and by the touch, he just knew it was Ginny.

" well he was quite a fan of me " harry smirked at his fiance.

" but still. It's like you were his personal models. Gotta agree though, he was great " Ginny said as she looked at the wall in front of them.

" he was " Harry hummed and walked alongside the rest of the gallery with them.

It wasn't until Ginny got bored of looking at plain walls just with pictures, she left to chat with other people. Hermione and Ron had collected themselves to the other part of the gallery, conversing with a few people. That meant Harry was left alone and he found it quite relieving even if he loved all of them.

He had reached the last of the gallery when his eyes fell upon the same blonde head he had abstained himself from seeing in years. Hundreds of flashbacks flashed back as he tried not to stare at him. It had been years yet even now if Harry passed by him, he'd know he still smells the same. As if he too had sensed Harry's presence, he looked away from the picture to his direction. They only locked eyes for a moment, a moment of weakness before Harry nodded and walked away. He sighed as he walked away, it has been so long, so long yet this feeling doesn't change. He thought staying away would change but it hadn't helped, not a lot to be precise.

Harry walked away deeper in the gallery until he reached the last of halls and stopped there, right there at the last picture. It was the last picture Colin had clicked after which only his broken camera's were set. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn't stunned to see the last picture. It was so weirdly ironic how the last photograph from Colin's collection was the picture marked with the symbolic representation of end of certain other things. Harry longingly stared at the picture, the moment running on his mind like a music reel

" this seems nice doesn't it ?" He asked

" it's more than nice Draco " Harry had replied

" Harry- i-" but he closed his mouth

" what ?" Harry asked him to continue when he was rendered speechless

" nothing " Draco sighed as he leaned back on the tree

" go on, tell me " Harry said as he climbed forward towards him

Draco stared at him long enough as though he was memorising harry deep within his heart.

" you're going to love me the same, right ?" He finally asked.

Harry stared at him, more confused than ever before he cupped Draco's face and said " of course Draco, always the same way "

" even if I do the most wrong in the world ?" Draco asked a strange shadow of sadness covering his eyes, obstructing Harry from reading his eyes.

" you- I- I-"

" it's hard to say ?" Draco asked almost hurt

" Draco, I believe you. I love you, I'll always love you the same way but the definition of most wrong depends on a lot of things but I believe in you, I know you wouldn't do anything that would be the most wrong thing to me in the world" Harry gave him a comforting smile . When Draco didn't say anything he climbed into Draco's lap and rested his head against his Chest, hearing the rapid heartbeats.

" you're afraid of something Draco " Harry said as he analysed his heart rate

" I'm afraid of the ruins " Draco truthfully answered because he was aware of everything he was supposed to be doing.

" ruins ?" Harry asked confused, craning his neck up to look at him, only to find Draco looking far away. He seemed lost.

" we can never be wholly together Harry, I'm always afraid, every moment of my life when I'm with you..I'm afraid you'll wake up from this dream and realise it's all ruins " Draco answered, his lips trembling a bit. Harry snuggled in closer to his chest, he knew he was right..

" you're not a ruined man Draco and this isn't ruins to me " Harry Answered

" am I not ?" Draco asked looking hurt

" y- you're not a ruined man but even if you are, you are my ruined man and I promise to love you the same way, everyday even if this doesn't work out, you get me ?" Harry asked empathetically.

" you must be a fool to fall in love with me " Draco finally said after a few minutes smiling down at harry.

Sensing the light tone Harry smiled up at him " then I am your fool "

" I'd rather never wake up from this dream " Draco smiled at harry lovingly then kissed on the top of his head and just then they heard a shuttering sound, startling them awake from their moment.

If only harry had known what was to happen, he'd had never gotten up and ran for the sound but he had and it had ruined millions of memories that could've been made.

" it's a beautiful picture" a familiar voice said behind Harry. He didn't need to turn around to know who it belonged to, he had grown up Being fond of it.

" while It lasted " Harry replied turning his head to find Draco was now standing next to him

" broken promises, some thing huh"

" I know I kept mine " Harry whispered avoiding looking Draco in the eye

" did you ?" Draco retaliated

" I always did " Harry replied more seriously now than before.

" oh hey, it's the same picture from your albums Harry- didn't see you there malfoy, g-good to see you " Ron suddenly appeared from behind them

" you never really talk about him. One boyfriend huh " Ron added Patting Harry on his back.

" it's because of the ruins " Harry replied smiling at Ron.

Draco turned his head towards Harry that it almost snapped. Harry had already been looking at him when he did, and for a moment just for a moment, everything had vanished from the room except them. The people here didn't matter, it was just them, finally away in their isolation Just with each other without their ruins. It was a moment of weakness where they smiled at each other knowingly that after all this time, always the same.

" Harry, it's your boyfriend from sixth year, the one in the album-"

" Draco, it's the picture from the album, your boyfriend-"

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Day 25- perfect birthday plans | Day 27- Harry's dance partner

Everything A Lover Does - Part 2 

@silver-de-vonne sorry for a late next part

Harry slumped his keys, his wallet, his cell over the table and instantly ordered a coffee and finally began, “You have 5 minutes. Make it quick.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and put his cup of espresso on the table “Hi to you, too. Nice to see you again,” he mocked. 

Harry on the other side gave a deadpanned look. 

Draco sighed, “You gotta stop hating me.” 

“You know that is in fact all I need to do.” Harry wasn’t wrong. That was the first step. 

Draco nodded vaguely then laid out his deal, “So, as you might know, Valentine is coming. We have to make our fake dating very convincing and apparently my parents are rather excited to meet you for godforsaken reason or my supposed boyfriend that is, we need to look like a good couple who seems like it’ll go on for a long time or whatever. So, I thought about it and the best way is to celebrate all those stupid days before Valentine’s-” 

“Wait, wait- you mean those stupid days like rose day and shit that is just waste expenses on our pockets?” 

“Yes, spend some money on me. It’s just to look a little cheesy. The more cheesy we are, the lesser questions they’ll have about us not being an actual couple.” Draco said. 

“Or?” Harry raised his eyebrows hoping there was more. 

“There’s no or. We have to do it. Don’t worry though, we’ll do it alternatively. One day I’ll send you one, one day you can.” 

“Yeah, because I was more worried about that.” Harry sarcastically rolled his eyes. 

Draco even though wanted to snap at Harry, he patiently sighed and said, “Look, I know I’m asking too much from you but I promise this is the last thing I’ll ever ask your help with. After this is over, you don’t know me, I don’t know you, like all this never happened.” 

Harry looked at Draco for a small second then nodded, “I’m only doing this because we have a deal. When this gets over, you get me that dragon and that broche and we’ll be done.” 

“Deal.” 

And thus, it began. The 7 days before Valentines. The life changing 7 days before Valentine’s that neither of them had an idea of.

When Draco’s parents had come to live with him, it was by far the most torturous days he had to spend. No offense, he loved his parents but once he had started living alone, he hated living with anyone and his parents didn’t make it easy at all. But he cut through the days somehow with repeated questions over when they would get to meet Harry and Draco kept stalling off the question until the 7 days arrived and it was show time. 

On the very first day, the rose day, Draco had run down early morning to get pink roses for Harry just because he had to show his parents that he did bring Harry some and as expected, his mother asked him about the bouquet of pink roses set on the table. 

“These are for Harry. You know, Rose day.” Draco said. 

“Aw, that’s so sweet. I’m sure he’ll love these.” Narcissa smiled, tenderly touching one of those roses. 

“I hope he does. He isn’t that fond of red one’s so I got pink ones.” Draco made it up. 

Narcissa still kept smiling though it was clear she was hesitating to ask something. 

“I’ll let you meet him. Don’t worry. Somewhere around his week, alright?” 

Narcissa’s face lit up.

“Don’t you two go together? I mean you both work at the same place and all?” Narcissa asked after a while. 

Draco choked on his juice, “I- why? He lives slightly further than here.” 

“Just like that. I thought, he would you know sort of pick you up and thing like your old boyfriend, Ronin- that was his name- like he did.” Narcissa shrugged. 

“I mean- he does. Sometimes. Actually he offers a lot, I just keep denying.” Draco lied. 

“Let him pick you up- just a nice gesture.” She smiled and then disappeared into the room. Draco planted his face against the table with a sigh. 

Later when he reached Harry’s place as they had decided, he gave him the bouquet of flowers. 

“Wow, that’s a large one.” Harry said in surprise. 

“It was either the cringe single red rose or this- I don’t like red roses.” Draco explained. 

“Can I dump them?” Harry asked later. 

Draco rolled his eyes at him, “throw it in a gutter if you please, I don’t care. Either way it’s a waste of money.” 

Harry quizzically looked at him and said, “Are you in any case pms-ing?” 

Draco shook his head vigorously, not believing Harry would assume that, “Why?”

“You look pissed.” 

“Yeah, live with my parents. Its a dream. “ He rolled his eyes again. 

“I bet it is.” Harry chuckled then went into the kitchen, picked out a bowl and filling it with water, he put those roses in. 

“You have to pick me up one of these days. From my place. Sort of my mother’s another brilliant suggestion.” Draco informed. 

Harry sighed, “You do everything they suggest?” 

“What? No-” But Draco didn’t try to defend himself because perhaps he did it. 

"When do you want me to pick you up?" Harry asked.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows at Harry, "Why are you in a nice mood today?"

"You got me flowers honey boo, that's why." Harry chuckled.

"No, but really?"

"I don't know. I guess just because I got the flowers. I don't ever get them," Harry replied "Also because you didn't even notice once that your buttons are not aligned."

Draco immediately turned away from Harry with an eyeroll and muttered something to himself.

"can't believe I bought your lies." Draco said after he was done buttoning his shirt properly.

Harry winked at Draco then walked away.

These were going to be some days to bear.

The next day Harry was to propose to Draco but neither one of them knew how to or what to even do. Despite suggestions from friends after questionable looks, they realised that the best and the only way was to get one knee and perhaps take the relationship to next level. The only problem was, it hardly mattered until Lucius and Narcissa didn't know about it. It seemed ridiculous to Draco now that he thought of it, he could've simply said the truth but now he had to bear the tension of his fake boyfriend running over to his place with a fake key to his apartment.

But Harry was late. He had promised that he would come down by the night, propose him outside the doors just so Narcissa and Lucius knew something was happening but Harry had been out for the whole day and he hadn't come by yet. Not that it mattered but Draco was almost worried that Harry had forgotten about it.

It was later at 10 in the night when his doorbell rung after dinner and Harry stood before Draco's door.

"Are they here?" Harry whispered.

Draco subtly glanced behind the door to see Narcissa coming out of the room. Swiftly and cleverly Draco got out of the door and only shut it once he was sure Narcissa had seen Harry at the door, down on his knees.

"You're late." Draco whispered.

"Yeah, well- but I'm fashionably late." Harry shrugged, getting up.

"Potter, you're dressed in a jeans and a sweater. How are you fashionably late- unless this is what you call fashion." Draco was almost shocked to see Harry not denying it , "Really-"

"Just shut up. I don't think they can hear us behind the door but here's that key and well, my fake proposal for that matter. I hope it works enough convincing and I'll pick you up tomorrow morning, sounds good?" Harry asked.

"Like the plan goes. I'll be waiting." Draco nodded and Harry left in a while.

As expected, Draco's parents were almost behind the doors to eavesdrop upon everything.

The plan was working pretty well in Draco's opinion as the days went on. His parents had subtly seen Harry every once in a while when Harry would pick him up or whenever Harry would come down to give him a present, like how on teddy day, he had bought it for him and left it just before the door or how on promise day he especially came inside Draco's flat to give him the promise ring.

However it was a little too much, even for Draco. He knew it was his idea but it was overwhelming spending time with Harry and to plan these things before hand. He knew Harry's mood had been better for a while but he knew Harry still hated him with his guts and he also knew it was just a matter of time before he'd snap at Draco and so it happened on Hug day.

They had been planning out their last 2 moves and an impending dinner with Draco's parents. He knew Harry's mood hadn't been great that day but neither had been Draco's and yet they were both tolerating each other and trying to make a plan or so Draco thought.

"I don't know how to show them that we've hugged or whatever- it's a little complicated. Oh wait- we can do a pretend secret rendezvous but it'd have to seem really romantic-"

"Would you like shut the fuck up for one second- you've been going on for hours." Harry snapped.

Draco visibly flinched unwillingly and unnoticed by Harry.

"You just go on and on and on about this shit. Do you even realise how much you talk someday's."

"I- you could've asked me stop talking anytime I was bothering you. It's not like I wouldn't had stopped."

"Oh no, but you won't have that's the problem. You just go on for minutes without even caring if the other person is listening or not. It's so damn annoying and it literally surprises me how you've never noticed that people don't give a shit about how much you talk. No wonder you're alone."

But Harry only fully realised his words moment later when he noticed Draco's eyes glimmering yet not a tear slipping down his face.

"I didn't-"

"What? You didn't mean that? Like I'm sorry, i didn't mean to say it out loud, it's just sometimes you get a little too much for me and I don't want to be rude about it but can you tone yourself down a bit. That's what you wanted to say? Isn't it, Harry?" Draco clenched his jaw tightly.

Harry remained speechless. He knew he somewhere overstepped with snapping out loud but the damage was already done.

"We're done for the day. I'm going home." Draco abruptly said after a while and readied himself to leave.

"Draco-"

"what? You want to say something but you don't have words? Please Harry, I've had my share of guys like you, I don't want another. You know, I never forced you to do anything, it's you who decided to agree upon the deal. It's as much fault as yours as mine." Draco snapped and stormed out of Harry's place while Harry remained their speechless and motionless.

He knew he hadn't meant to snap on Draco like that and he understood that Draco was as troubled as him but he was mad because he didn't understand the deal with Draco. Why he desperately needed a pretend date, why he desperately had to convince his parents that he was happily dating someone, why did they have to seem like a cringey couple just so his parents would ask less questions. It went beyond Harry's understanding why all of it was that important and he wanted to know but the more he didn't know the more it angered him because he was doing something for someone without having any idea why.

Mistake was to believe that Draco would've forgotten about the snapping incident but he hadn't and the next day on the final family dinner, the dinner turned into little adventures.

"So, how did you two get together?" Lucius asked.

Harry had just opened his mouth to say something but Draco had interrupted, "work assignment. We got tasked up together. One thing led to another, you know the story."

"oh- when did you know you wanted to date Draco, Harry?" Narcissa asked.

Again, Harry opened his mouth to say something but Draco cut him off, "Around a week into the task. It was a mutual thing."

Lucius chuckled beside Narcissa and said, "Let Harry say something, even he's got a mouth. We don't want what happened with Sebastian."

Narcissa chuckled too but Draco suddenly stopped eating and when he continued again, Harry took notice off it.

"Who's Sebastian?" Harry asked.

Narcissa looked up in confusion, "His ex-fiance. Didn't he tell you?"

"Yeah, shame. Draco didn't you-"

"Can we not do this?" Draco cut them off, his hands trembling besides him and Harry fought his urge to not hold them.

"Yeah yeah, we'll stop. Just a shame that you never told about getting stood up at the Altar-"

"Lucius." Narcissa hissed but it was too late, Draco had completely abandoned eating and walked away from the table calmly with his filled plate.

"You should not have done that." Narcissa whispered to Lucius.

"He should be over it now. It's been 2 years." Lucius replied casually as if it hardly mattered.

Narcissa shook her head at her husband then turned to a comfused Harry.

"We're sorry. We didn't realise Draco didn't tell you about his ex."

Harry nodded but his eyes were more focused on the Draco that had secretly left the apartment.

Sorry for a late update. Things have been busier recently.

One more part to go

Are you taking requestssssss????????? *hides behind wall*

If you are *peeks out from behind the wall*

Can you do 7 stories leading up to Valentine's day for Drarry.

Like, in order.

Rose Day.

Propose Day

Chocolate Day.

Teddy Day.

Promise Day.

Hug Day.

Kiss Day.

Valentine's Day.

(Also, I know I'm going far with this but also)

Kick day and slap day with Ron and Harry where they're just like finding chances of slapping and kicking each other, all in good fun. Like we used to do in school with our friends.

Love you

Hi, love. Let me start by apologizing that I couldn't fill these out in time and when I wanted to, it was already too late. Secondly, I'm always taking request, you got a 100 ideas, send em my way, I'll be happy to write them for you. Lastly, have fun reading this. @silver-de-vonne

Everything A Lover Does

VALENTINE'S SPECIAL EDITION

"I want you to be my fake date" to "you can't have other valentines" trope.

Love is weird. It always have been. Just when you think that you can't possibly fall in love with someone, just when you think you are over the phase of your life where you need to be with someone, life sneaks up behind you and presents to you the most perfect person you can ever find. The bitch life is, it waits for the moment until we're absolutely desperate and then when we lose hope, it smacks us with the perfect "the one".

Draco was the biggest victim. Being done with too many of his terrible, terrible relationships, ending in life long feuds, he was set on never finding a boyfriend for himself anymore but it just wasn’t that easy. Being a Malfoy still built a lot of pressure on him. His family however fine with him being gay were not absolutely fine about Draco showing up alone to his 1st cousin’s wedding alone, who was apparently in muggle saying was a millionaire. 

He had always faced a lot of pressure while he was dating someone and much more when he was not so when he learnt his cousin, Ajax was getting married on 15th February on a floo call with his parents, he built up the easiest lie he could. 

“So, who will be your date?” Lucius asked.

Draco remained silent for a moment, even wanting to back out for a second but he knew he couldn’t do so. 

“i-uh- my boyfriend, obviously,” He lied but he was aware of how sweaty his palms were becoming because he wasn’t really a good liar. 

“Your boyfriend? Who is this young man you’re dating and you haven’t told us about?” Narcissa asked, closing the magazine in her hand to pay attention to Draco. 

Draco gulped thinking of every possible way he could recover from this lie but they were looking at him expectantly and he knew he had to just lie. He planned in a second that he would lie to them about someone being his boyfriend but show up to the wedding alone, lying that his fake boyfriend was sick. 

“who is it, Draco?” Lucius asked. 

Draco’s eyes followed to the cover page of the magazine Narcissa was holding and he said, “Harry- You know, Harry.” 

“Harry, who?” 

“Harry Potter of course- yeah, we started going out a couple weeks ago but we haven’t been that serious so I waited to tell you guys but I can bring him to the wedding if you guys want me to?” 

Lucius and Narcissa gasped in surprise, “We’d love to meet him.” 

Little did Draco Lucius Malfoy knew, this was where everything went wrong. 

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“You are coming to stay over?” Draco almost yelled on the phone call. 

“Yeah, it’s nearer to where the wedding is and Sallie have especially invited us to see all the arrangements much beforehand.” Narcissa replied. 

“But do you have to come over this weekend, can’t you come later, maybe a day before wedding?” Draco huffed. 

“What did I say, she wants us to see the arrangements and want our help besides it’s been so long since we’ve been to London, it’ll be nice to be there again.” Narcissa replied on the other end. 

“But still, don’t you think coming 2 weeks before the wedding would be a little too much?” 

“Don’t worry Draco, we won’t ruin you and your boyfriend's time together. It’ll be like we’re not even there.” he could hear her smugly smiling but Draco had completely lost mind of who was she talking about until it hit him suddenly. Harry. 

“You- Harry-”

“Well, we want to meet him but it’s your choice,” She hummed. 

“You want to meet him? You want to meet Harry-my boyfriend Harry Potter?” Draco asked suddenly losing his breath. 

“Why are you acting so strange? Yes, we want to meet Harry Potter, your boyfriend but it’s no pressure.” She said but Draco had abruptly ended the call after saying a vague goodbye. 

How the hell was he supposed to have Harry Potter become his fake boyfriend when he absolutely hated Draco to the very core of himself, he didn’t even like to see him, let alone fake date him. It was like walking towards your deathbed. 

But regretting as he was, he still needed to bring a fake date and apparently his parents were very excited to meet his boyfriend who had absolutely no idea about this. He mastered a plan to bring himself to notice near Harry by clumsily dropping a cup of coffee when they were in the cafeteria in the office or by waving at Harry which obviously went unacknowledged or by passing by his office when he had absolutely no reason to. In doing so he had mastered the time table Harry was set in and he knew exactly when he would be alone.

It was on 29th January when his parents called him early morning to ask him if they should bring something for Harry or not when Draco knew there was no way he could've escaped the lie he had built in the floo call.

And so there he was, walking towards the bookstore in front of the office where Harry smokes almost on a daily basis against the light pole.

And much to his surprise, his visit didn't go unnoticed.

"Why are you creeping up behind me like you're about to murder me for like 2 weeks?" Harry asked blowing out a puff.

Draco coughed, waving his hand in the air to get rid of the smokey smell, "So you noticed me?"

"Well your ridiculous blonde don't go unnoticed." Harry shrugged.

Draco narrowed his eyes, almost wanting to snap away and walk away because of how offensive it seemed to him but just for the sake of his one lie, he had to manage Harry bloody Potter.

"haha- funny. I'm still focusing on that you noticed me."

Harry nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette, "like I said, was hard not to. What do you want?"

"Well, since you've already figured that this is a business sort of a deal, i have something to propose." Draco said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, "What sort of deal?"

"You see, I have this cousin of mine who's getting married on the 15th of February. It's happening in town so my parents are coming over to stay to help out with all the preparations."

"that should interest me why?" Harry rolled his eyes.

"If you know anything about me, you must know, all my relationships have ended in nothing but crap, so I'm single."

"Again, why are you telling me this?" Harry asked uninterested.

"Because I want a fake date for that wedding and- just basically a fake boyfriend till they go away." Draco exhaled.

"So what do you want? Do you want me to set you up with someone- find one yourself." Harry stubbed his cigarette against the pole and started to walk away annoyed.

Draco followed him, "I need you to be my date,"

Harry immediately turned around, his face furrowed, "what did you just say?"

"Okay-Ha- Potter, don't be mad. I was just on a floo call with my parents and they kept asking me who was I bringing to the wedding and something along the lines of it, so I lied that I was dating you- you were the first name that came in my head- well the first name I saw on the magazine, therefore I said your name- it doesn't matter, I thought I'd just lie that I was dating you but would pull up solo on the wedding day lying that you are sick or whatever but my parents decided to come and they apparently want to meet you. Potter, just please- just once, help me out." Draco rambled.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco yet again but then he gave an uninterested look and shook his head, "I'm not pretending to be anyone's fake boyfriend- let alone you." and he turned to walk away.

"Potter, please- I'll pay you."

Harry turned around once again, clearly mad and this time stepped closer to Draco and muttered, "Bribe with all the money you have Malfoy. I will still not agree to be your fake boyfriend."

And then he was storming away.

Draco expected this and he knew at the end he would need a plan B and so he shot his shot.

"I can help you get a Thorne Cliver. I know someone in Romania who works with Dragons. I know you've been wanting to get one of those for Hagrid but breeding them is illegal. I can help you get one."

As expected it got Harry's attention and he turned around.

"I can also help you to get the Queen Patricia's broche you've been wanting from the antiquity hall for Hermione. But you have to help me," Draco proposed.

Harry looked at Draco rather amused then said with a small smile curling at the corner of his lips, "You've been doing some research."

"Well, I had to. I knew you would not have agreed otherwise." Draco shrugged.

Harry thought for a moment then asked, "what makes you think I'll sign up for it?"

"Because I got your attention and now all you want is to get that Dragon and broche and you'll help me because you want it." Draco said with all the confidence he could muster up in himself, walking closer to Harry.

"I know your friend means everything to you. It'll be heartbreaking if you broke the promise you made to both of them." Draco suggestively said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco then started airily laughing, "You really have done your research well."

"Will you help me?"

"15 Feb. I need both of it in my hands. Deal?"

Draco bought his hand forward for a firm shake but Harry didn't acknowledge yet again. So Draco just nodded, "Deal."

"What do I need to do?" Harry asked.

"Everything a lover does."

• This will be more parts ✨

Everything a lover does- Part 3

As discreetly as possible, Harry left Narcissa and Lucius to care for their own accords while he went out to look for Draco, whom after looking through the entire building found him at the roof of the building.

Harry paced softly towards Draco, “Hey.”

Draco didn’t turn but Harry knew he had acknowledged him.

“You okay?” Harry asked.

Draco took a deep breath then turned a little to Harry standing besides him with his hands in his pocket, “I’m fine.”

But Harry knew better. He knew nothing about Draco was fine, he was far from it but he also knew that Draco didn’t want to tell him the truth. So, he tried to lighten the situation,

“Sebastian was some guy, huh?”

But it obviously didn't work.

“Look, I’m sorry about what happened inside but you have to say-”

“This is why I do it.” Draco finally spoke cutting Harry off mid sentence.

Harry took it as his cue to be silent and listen to what Draco had to say.

“You said the the other day that I do everything my parent’s suggest or say, it’s because of this. To save myself from the embarrassment of not having my life together.”

Out of everything Harry could question, he questioned this, “You don’t?”, because somehow all his life, Draco seemed like a person who had his life together.

Draco shook his head with a small sober smile, “Nothing about my life is together. At least not since Sebastian.”

They remained silent for moments that carried because silence in itself seemed like the weight of the world to carry on but then that was it, wasn’t it, silence was far too heavy to not be broken. 

“I didn’t know you were almost married.” Harry said suddenly. 

Draco’s head dropped down, drawing circles with his feet. He cleared his throat and said, “Yeah, well. We never talk about almost’s though, do we?“

We never do talk about the almost’s and maybe we should but nobody wants to hear about the almost’s, everyone wants to know exactly what happened and what exactly didn’t. We’re all in a hurry, always but tonight maybe for once, Harry wasn’t. For once looking at a Draco dwelling in his past, he decided the world can wait a few more minutes.

“Tell me about your almost.”

Draco looked at him quizically because it was Harry, the same man who never wanted to help Draco to begin with and now he wanted to hear an almost story he had tucked away under layers. But Harry didn’t budge, not even a little, so, he had no choice but to go on,

“He was always my almost- i never wanted him to be but everything about with him was an almost. Like he almost said the words to me, he almost proposed me, he almost met me, he almost married me. He never could complete what he promised and I knew the day I proposed him that I was setting myself up for a heart break but I was in too deep to realise it. My parents never approved of Sebastian and I always thought it was because he was a muggle but then they told me it was because they knew we’d never last. I didn’t want to believe it obviously and we decided to elope and marry but when I was standing at the altar alone waiting for him to show up, he didn’t, not after a few minutes, not after 40 minutes, not after hours, days or years. He never showed up. I realised that he only wanted to elope with me but he never wanted me, he almost wanted me. After that I just- got messed up. I thought that my parents approval then mattered the most or they knew what's best for me but now it’s like I’m setting myself up for unhappiness all the time. It’s tragic.”

It was concerning to Harry how casually Draco had said everything, how causally he had told the story without a fickle of hesitation or a stumble or a small cry. Nothing happened. Draco just kept staring far ahead at the skyline while Harry kept looking at Draco. Today when he saw Draco, for the first time, blend in the naked night sky, Harry realised Draco seemed so perfectly still like the sky in the sense that today he finally allowed himself to look at Draco without a pair of fogginess blocking his vision, today he allowed himself to take off his invisible glasses of hatred and allowed himself to look at Draco.

“I hate almost’s.”

Draco couldn’t help but smile, turning to Harry a little, “You hate them?”

“Almost never gives us the full opportunity to discover the potential there’s left to offer.”

Draco kept looking at Harry for a while who himself kept looking at him with a strange sense of comfort forming between. Draco had never been distant from someone yet felt so close and he couldn’t exactly understand why. Yes, he had spent time with Harry before but this, tonight, it was something different. Tonight, Harry himself seemed different, he didn’t seem like someone who came to a dinner to finish the deal, tonight he seemed like, Harry. The Harry he had heard of.

And though maybe it was clearly wrong but looking at Harry staring right back at him, Draco couldn’t refrain himself from kissing Harry. Maybe it was just a brief moment of weakness but when Draco leaned closer towards Harry, his hands lingering to touch his arms, Harry, himself got closer to Draco and kissed him back with equal passion. But it was only a brief moment of weakness when Draco broke out of it, realizing what a terribly wrong thing he had done but right there in that instant, it felt incredibly right.

“I- I need to go.” Harry had abruptly said when they broke apart and stumbled on his way out and no matter how much Draco called for him, no matter how much Draco had wanted to run after him and obliviate Harry, he knew it wasn’t going to make a difference because he had kissed Harry Potter and now he had to deal with the consequences. 

However, he didn’t see Harry the next day, he didn’t expect to see him either way, not after what had happened but he wished that just for once, Harry would pick up his call, so he could apologize for the stupid kiss but Harry didn’t, nor Draco even believed he was at his home so he could just go to his place and apologize. 

Draco can’t exactly pin the reason why he kissed Harry or why it felt right kissing him but all he knew that whatever hail storm that had aroused within him wasn’t the sign of the best thing. But Draco doesn’t want to blame only his own self for his mistake, he holds Harry equally responsible for it. He knew he didn’t romantically feel anything for Harry or so he made himself believe but the days he spent with Harry had made him wonder about him in a 360 rotation. In the littlest of the time they spent together, Draco had learned things about Harry that he was sure he wasn’t supposed to but perhaps that was another form of intimacy they shared. 

The whole idea of 7 days before Valentine was among the most stupidest idea Draco ever had but the gesture offered by Harry, the things Harry did only for the sake of it, they didn’t entirely seemed unattached from heart. Like Harry wasn’t supposed to send pick up lines with the gifts, Harry wasn’t supposed to send romantic notes with all the gifts, Harry wasn’t supposed to spend so much time with Draco, Harry wasn’t supposed to have dinners with Draco, Harry wasn’t supposed to get down on his one knee for Draco, Harry wasn’t supposed to kiss Draco back that night and he definitely wasn’t supposed to cause Draco to yearn for the feeling of homeliness he felt because of Harry and the other plenty things he felt for Harry. He wished whatever entanglement he was feeling because of Harry would soon resolve because he didn’t like thinking of Harry so much, whether it was an attempt out of unborn love or whether it was out of hatred, he hadn’t quite figured out yet.

What he didn’t expect was Harry to show up on his door the date of the wedding.

“wh- what are you doing here?” Draco asked as he closed the door behind him to get some privacy.

“Finishing the deal.” Harry shrugged casually.

“Well we did kind of break the deal.” Draco hinted the other night.

“Oh yeah- I got tangled up into things yesterday so I couldn’t do the great gesture but this is the last,so, let’s just get it done with.” Harry suggested.

Draco frowned, had Harry already forgotten about what happened the other day or was it that when it happened Harry was too drunk to make sense of what had happened or was Draco too drunk the other night that he cooked up in his head all night, clearly there was drinking that night, just enough to make someone forget things.

“I- alright. Why don’t you come inside then?” Draco asked.

Harry hesitated for a moment then nodded and soon they walked inside the door, past the guest room Narcissa and Lucius were staying in and into his room.

“You’ve got some huge room.” Harry pointed out.

“Yeah- think so.” Draco replied.

Harry waited while Draco started to dress up for the wedding while the trail of thoughts continued to bang inside his head. Did Harry really forget what happened the other night or was he just pretending?

Halfway through when Draco was trying to tie a tie around his neck that his mother had forcibly given him to wear, despite that he knew how to wear a tie, he made it seem like he didn’t and fidgeted until Harry took notice of his restlessness.

“Do you want help with that?” Harry asked just as Draco had wanted.

“I mean- sure yeah.” Draco reluctantly replied. Harry paced through and stood before Draco and helped with the tie when all the while Draco stared at Harry. He doesn’t know why decided to lie that he didn’t know how to wear a tie, but he knew that when Harry was standing before Draco, he felt his heart hammering loudly in his chest and there was a yearn to touch Harry that he couldn’t figure out, why.

But to make it worse, Narcissa walked into the room and saw Harry and Draco standing and not so subtly walked away with a giggle.

“I’ll come back later.” Narcissa’s voice had echoed in the air while the door swung shut again.

Draco threw his head back a little with a groan, “Mother-”

But then when he looked back up, Harry was smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You. Being done with your mother. It’s hilarious.” Harry replied.

“I’m sure it’s still funny when she bombards you with questions later.” Draco rolled his eyes.

“I’ll be fine. You’ll cover for me.” Harry wickedly said and walked back to sit on the bed.

“You make up your own lies today. I’m not covering for you.” It was a part of the deal, everytime someone would ask any question, Draco would jump in and cover up the situation and they would plan all his beforehand, however, not today.

They left for the wedding in about an hour and as they expected the wedding was another level on the building of hell. Everyone kept questioning or snickering about Harry and Draco being together so much that once he even heard someone say that they were betting on them to get together.

Draco just established that he couldn’t care any less of what people had to say that day and that he was there to enjoy the wedding, with Harry by his side who had quite interestingly made the wedding even more fun by pointing out who looked like they were from a children’s book or mimicking what they were saying in a voice that Draco had to physically refrain himself from not laughing.

The nice turn of events eventually led upto the most awaited moment, the dance.

Harry and Draco had decided not to get on the floor and dance but his mother with her several other friends had forced them into the dance floor that right now they were standing in front of each other rather awkwardly.

Harry was hesitant for a moment but then he finally took the lead and now they were dancing to I wanna grow old with you by Westlife.

“i- why don’t you take the lead?” Draco proposed.

It was so quick that in moments, Draco had his head rested against Harry’s shoulder, his arms around his waist.

“I haven’t danced like this in almost a forever.” Draco said.

“Me either.” This was the first time that Harry shared something like that, something that was personal. 

“Really?” Draco looked up a little and saw Harry nodding.

“I had my last dance with Sebastian. Always thought he would always be my last dance. Apparently not.” Draco said.

Harry hummed, “I don’t think you and Sebastian could’ve worked out either way,”

“Why do you say so?”

“Because you don’t deserve an almost. You deserve to be with someone who wants you with his entirety. If Sebastian had to really be with you, he would’ve done it but he didn’t and you were the one who wanted to get married while he was unsure. You don’t deserve to have someone like that, you deserve to be with someone who wants you just as much as you want him. Someone who wouldn’t break your heart the way he did.”

Draco stared at Harry for a long time but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He wanted to but he couldn’t, he didn’t know what to.

It was further late in the night when they were lurking in the garden of the villa where the wedding was, time almost approaching midnight and they both were well aware that the deal was soon to be over but they were lingering onto each other because that was what was left.

“Did you really mean what you said back there?” Draco suddenly asked “on the dance floor?”

Harry smiled and nodded, “Every word.You deserve the best, Draco.”

Draco smiled back at Harry, “It’ll end soon.” 

“End what?” 

“The deal. I will bring you your things tomorrow then we’re done. You’ll no longer have to tolerate me and my things.” 

Harry chuckled lightly, “Yeah, you were something to tolerate.” 

“Ouch-” Draco dramatically placed his hand over his chest, stopping in the middle for a little. 

Harry shook his head, “You won’t have to bear me anymore either you know. We’ll be done for good then we’d just be 2 guys who pretentiously hate each other.” 

“I don’t hate you.” Draco replied seriously. 

“Neither do I.” Harry said. 

“Seems otherwise.” Draco shrugged. 

“You think I hate you?” Harry asked, half shocked. 

“Have you seen yourself when you talk to me. It’s like you’re waiting to kill me anytime soon.” Draco rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

“Alright, I’ll give you that I haven’t been the nicest to you but it’s only because you ignored the shit out of me.” 

“I ignored you? Please- Potter, you ignore me like I’m invisible.” 

Harry chuckled and so joined along Draco. It hardly mattered right now who hated who and hated how because it didn’t really matter now. They didn’t hate each other and if they did before, they didn’t hate each other anymore and maybe it was all because of these 7 days that changed their life. 

Draco looked at the watch on his wrist and said, “Well, 2 more minutes.” He stopped beside Harry, making him stop in his steps as well. 

“You know Harry, no matter what, these were probably the most fun 7 days I had. Given the chance I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my valentines but you.” He smiled. 

Harry stared at Draco for what seemed like an eternity in silence and Draco had just wanted to retrace his statement claiming that he might’ve have had a little too much champagne but what happened next was something he would’ve never expected it to happen in sane mind. 

Within seconds and without hesitation, Harry was kissing Draco and despite that in the back of his head, Draco wanted to stop it, he couldn’t bring himself to because with him, he felt secure, he felt at home and that was a feeling that hardly ever came to him. He kissed back Harry with all the compassion he was left with and all the unresolved feelings that he knew were never going to go anywhere because they both knew after this moment, they wouldn’t even speak of this and maybe that made them yearn for more. It wasn’t lustful or devious but it was equally desiring and sweet and it was hard to break away but when they did, the deal was done as the clock stroke 12. 

“Deal closed.” Harry said without moving a step away. 

“Deal closed.” Draco whispered. 

Draco knew after that night, him and Harry would never be the same because no matter what he did, he still felt Harry’s lingering kiss and his words echoing in the air and he wanted to focus on his work the next day but he couldn’t. And Draco wasn’t the only one, so was Harry but they both didn’t dare to say anything. 

And days could’ve gone by or maybe years would have gone by but the deal wasn’t closed, just not yet. 

So there was Draco, standing with Thorne cliver in a cardboard box and the broche in another hand, at Harry’s door. 

“Now the deal is closed.” Draco said once Harry had opened the door and he had handed him both those things. 

Harry was almost shook at his sudden visit but he gained his equilibrium quickly and took the dragon and broche from his hands. 

“want to come inside?” Harry asked. 

Draco was hesitant for a moment but soon he nodded and walked after him. 

“So,” Harry said, awkwardly turning around to face him. 

“So,”Draco replied equally awkward.

“The dragon is kinda really sensitive right now, so take care of it. And the broche is also pretty fragile.” 

Harry nodded acknowledging it.

"There’s an entire list on how the feeding pattern of the dragon goes, so I’ll memo them to you, by tomorrow probably.” Draco added.

“Okay.”

“Also there is a-”

But Harry cut Draco off by pulling him closer suddenly, startling him. 

“You don’t stop talking do you?” 

Draco was in partial shock to have made sense of what was happening and till the moment that he could have, Harry was already pushing Draco against the wall and having a full fledged make out. It was unlike all the other kisses they’ve had because right now, there was urgency, there was lust, there was desperation, there was everything that there wasn’t before and that only made Draco weak at his knees and if it wasn’t for Harry holding onto him, he’d had collapsed. But in that one moment, Draco could made a list of all the feelings he had been deprived of feeling all his life or feelings that he had not felt for anyone and it all hit him like a wave and right now he wanted Harry more than anything else in the world. 

When they separated panting for air, the only thing Draco could say was, "but."

"The deal was never close." Harry said, his head pressed against Draco's and his eyes closed to devour in the sensations from a moment ago.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Deal isn't closed because the deal wasn't to be your fake boyfriend. It was to do everything a lover does." Harry replied.

Draco remained silent but his heart throbbed loudly in his chest and an unexplainable sense of happiness overflowing his cup of emotions.

"So, you'll do everything a lover does?"

"Everything a lover does."

Sorry I'm too tired to edit but this is the last part and I hope you liked it <3

Are you taking requestssssss????????? *hides behind wall*

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Can you do 7 stories leading up to Valentine's day for Drarry.

Like, in order.

Rose Day.

Propose Day

Chocolate Day.

Teddy Day.

Promise Day.

Hug Day.

Kiss Day.

Valentine's Day.

(Also, I know I'm going far with this but also)

Kick day and slap day with Ron and Harry where they're just like finding chances of slapping and kicking each other, all in good fun. Like we used to do in school with our friends.

Love you

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Everything A Lover Does

VALENTINE’S SPECIAL EDITION

“I want you to be my fake date” to “you can’t have other valentines” trope.

Love is weird. It always have been. Just when you think that you can’t possibly fall in love with someone, just when you think you are over the phase of your life where you need to be with someone, life sneaks up behind you and presents to you the most perfect person you can ever find. The bitch life is, it waits for the moment until we’re absolutely desperate and then when we lose hope, it smacks us with the perfect “the one”.

Draco was the biggest victim. Being done with too many of his terrible, terrible relationships, ending in life long feuds, he was set on never finding a boyfriend for himself anymore but it just wasn’t that easy. Being a Malfoy still built a lot of pressure on him. His family however fine with him being gay were not absolutely fine about Draco showing up alone to his 1st cousin’s wedding alone, who was apparently in muggle saying was a millionaire. 

He had always faced a lot of pressure while he was dating someone and much more when he was not so when he learnt his cousin, Ajax was getting married on 15th February on a floo call with his parents, he built up the easiest lie he could. 

“So, who will be your date?” Lucius asked.

Draco remained silent for a moment, even wanting to back out for a second but he knew he couldn’t do so. 

“i-uh- my boyfriend, obviously,” He lied but he was aware of how sweaty his palms were becoming because he wasn’t really a good liar. 

“Your boyfriend? Who is this young man you’re dating and you haven’t told us about?” Narcissa asked, closing the magazine in her hand to pay attention to Draco. 

Draco gulped thinking of every possible way he could recover from this lie but they were looking at him expectantly and he knew he had to just lie. He planned in a second that he would lie to them about someone being his boyfriend but show up to the wedding alone, lying that his fake boyfriend was sick. 

“who is it, Draco?” Lucius asked. 

Draco’s eyes followed to the cover page of the magazine Narcissa was holding and he said, “Harry- You know, Harry.” 

“Harry, who?” 

“Harry Potter of course- yeah, we started going out a couple weeks ago but we haven’t been that serious so I waited to tell you guys but I can bring him to the wedding if you guys want me to?” 

Lucius and Narcissa gasped in surprise, “We’d love to meet him.” 

Little did Draco Lucius Malfoy knew, this was where everything went wrong. 

___________________________________

“You are coming to stay over?” Draco almost yelled on the phone call. 

“Yeah, it’s nearer to where the wedding is and Sallie have especially invited us to see all the arrangements much beforehand.” Narcissa replied. 

“But do you have to come over this weekend, can’t you come later, maybe a day before wedding?” Draco huffed. 

“What did I say, she wants us to see the arrangements and want our help besides it’s been so long since we’ve been to London, it’ll be nice to be there again.” Narcissa replied on the other end. 

“But still, don’t you think coming 2 weeks before the wedding would be a little too much?” 

“Don’t worry Draco, we won’t ruin you and your boyfriend’s time together. It’ll be like we’re not even there.” he could hear her smugly smiling but Draco had completely lost mind of who was she talking about until it hit him suddenly. Harry. 

“You- Harry-”

“Well, we want to meet him but it’s your choice,” She hummed. 

“You want to meet him? You want to meet Harry-my boyfriend Harry Potter?” Draco asked suddenly losing his breath. 

“Why are you acting so strange? Yes, we want to meet Harry Potter, your boyfriend but it’s no pressure.” She said but Draco had abruptly ended the call after saying a vague goodbye. 

How the hell was he supposed to have Harry Potter become his fake boyfriend when he absolutely hated Draco to the very core of himself, he didn’t even like to see him, let alone fake date him. It was like walking towards your deathbed. 

But regretting as he was, he still needed to bring a fake date and apparently his parents were very excited to meet his boyfriend who had absolutely no idea about this. He mastered a plan to bring himself to notice near Harry by clumsily dropping a cup of coffee when they were in the cafeteria in the office or by waving at Harry which obviously went unacknowledged or by passing by his office when he had absolutely no reason to. In doing so he had mastered the time table Harry was set in and he knew exactly when he would be alone.

It was on 29th January when his parents called him early morning to ask him if they should bring something for Harry or not when Draco knew there was no way he could’ve escaped the lie he had built in the floo call.

And so there he was, walking towards the bookstore in front of the office where Harry smokes almost on a daily basis against the light pole.

And much to his surprise, his visit didn’t go unnoticed.

“Why are you creeping up behind me like you’re about to murder me for like 2 weeks?” Harry asked blowing out a puff.

Draco coughed, waving his hand in the air to get rid of the smokey smell, “So you noticed me?”

“Well your ridiculous blonde don’t go unnoticed.” Harry shrugged.

Draco narrowed his eyes, almost wanting to snap away and walk away because of how offensive it seemed to him but just for the sake of his one lie, he had to manage Harry bloody Potter.

“haha- funny. I’m still focusing on that you noticed me.”

Harry nodded, taking a drag of his cigarette, “like I said, was hard not to. What do you want?”

“Well, since you’ve already figured that this is a business sort of a deal, i have something to propose.” Draco said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, “What sort of deal?”

“You see, I have this cousin of mine who’s getting married on the 15th of February. It’s happening in town so my parents are coming over to stay to help out with all the preparations.”

“that should interest me why?” Harry rolled his eyes.

“If you know anything about me, you must know, all my relationships have ended in nothing but crap, so I’m single.”

“Again, why are you telling me this?” Harry asked uninterested.

“Because I want a fake date for that wedding and- just basically a fake boyfriend till they go away.” Draco exhaled.

“So what do you want? Do you want me to set you up with someone- find one yourself.” Harry stubbed his cigarette against the pole and started to walk away annoyed.

Draco followed him, “I need you to be my date,”

Harry immediately turned around, his face furrowed, “what did you just say?”

“Okay-Ha- Potter, don’t be mad. I was just on a floo call with my parents and they kept asking me who was I bringing to the wedding and something along the lines of it, so I lied that I was dating you- you were the first name that came in my head- well the first name I saw on the magazine, therefore I said your name- it doesn’t matter, I thought I’d just lie that I was dating you but would pull up solo on the wedding day lying that you are sick or whatever but my parents decided to come and they apparently want to meet you. Potter, just please- just once, help me out.” Draco rambled.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco yet again but then he gave an uninterested look and shook his head, “I’m not pretending to be anyone’s fake boyfriend- let alone you.” and he turned to walk away.

“Potter, please- I’ll pay you.”

Harry turned around once again, clearly mad and this time stepped closer to Draco and muttered, “Bribe with all the money you have Malfoy. I will still not agree to be your fake boyfriend.”

And then he was storming away.

Draco expected this and he knew at the end he would need a plan B and so he shot his shot.

“I can help you get a Thorne Cliver. I know someone in Romania who works with Dragons. I know you’ve been wanting to get one of those for Hagrid but breeding them is illegal. I can help you get one.”

As expected it got Harry’s attention and he turned around.

“I can also help you to get the Queen Patricia’s broche you’ve been wanting from the antiquity hall for Hermione. But you have to help me,” Draco proposed.

Harry looked at Draco rather amused then said with a small smile curling at the corner of his lips, “You’ve been doing some research.”

“Well, I had to. I knew you would not have agreed otherwise.” Draco shrugged.

Harry thought for a moment then asked, “what makes you think I’ll sign up for it?”

“Because I got your attention and now all you want is to get that Dragon and broche and you’ll help me because you want it.” Draco said with all the confidence he could muster up in himself, walking closer to Harry.

“I know your friend means everything to you. It’ll be heartbreaking if you broke the promise you made to both of them.” Draco suggestively said.

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco then started airily laughing, “You really have done your research well.”

“Will you help me?”

“15 Feb. I need both of it in my hands. Deal?”

Draco bought his hand forward for a firm shake but Harry didn’t acknowledge yet again. So Draco just nodded, “Deal.”

“What do I need to do?” Harry asked.

“Everything a lover does.”

• This will be more parts ✨

Place where everything was beautiful

Requested Microfic sentence - Hopelessly in love with someone who doesn't exist.

He'd travel all the way to the country side and pick up those white roses. He didn't care if he had to drive for 2 hours or 3 or 4 or more but he'd do that, just for him because he knew how much he liked them.

He didn't care if he had to stay up till 2 am on a Monday night just for him, he didn't care if he had to do it and it didn't matter how tired he was, he'd do it because he liked listening to his voice.

He'd run 5 minutes late for work, maybe even 15 and sometimes occasionally more but it didn't matter because he liked dropping him off to work before he went to his own.

He'd have to miss his important dinner parties or sometimes cancel some dinners with colleagues but it didn't matter because he'd much rather spend time with him and watch movie with him than do all those things.

And he'd write letters to him and keep it in his coat. He loved doing that actually no matter how terrible he was at writing those, or how terrible his handwriting was or that he could only convey half his thoughts into that piece of paper but he'd do that because he loved doing that for him.

The thing was he loved doing all of that for him without a sense of hesitation. He loved doing everything for him with his whole heart because he knew he loved him with every flesh and bone in his body, so he wanted to give his all. He wanted to give every limb, he wanted to give every vein that ran in him, he wanted to give his bear heart just because he loved him so much and he loved showing his affection in ways that would make his face light a thousand times brighter than the sun.

But the way he'd do it, he loved it even more the way he'd react.

But It was all just as equal. His love was about sending notes in the middle of the day, and running down to buy his favourite coffee down at the cafe or running 40 minutes late for home just because he ran all the way to the Newman's bakery to buy his favourite cupcake, or the way he would have to reheat his food twice because he wanted to eat with him. It was in all those. That love just floated right through, in all of it. It was like being in an apartment full of sunshine and daises, a set of 1950's romance in pretty vintage colours of pale blue and yellow. A place where everything was so beautiful.

But then, it changed. He can't pin point when it changed or how or what was the reason for that change but that love simply stopped existing. There was no more of reheating pasta or 40 minutes late to home or no more running down to get the coffee for him. No more of all that. It all changed in a brisk like a season changes its shades. Their apartment went from a 1950's vintage pale blue and yellow to blood red and black from 2002. That love that penetrated the walls, it stopped existing.

The truth however was, he'd still do anything to make his face shine brighter than the sun. He'd still love him with his every limb and he'd still write him letters but he hated seeing his letters getting piled up on the corner of the desk, crumbled and that response that was equipped with a low smile and a peck on the cheek. No, this was not what he fell for. No, he fell for someone absolutely amazing, someone wonderful, someone who loves him back. But who was he kidding, he still was the most wonderful, amazing, generous person he had ever met, the only difference was, he was hopelessly in love with someone who didn't exist, not anymore at least. Oh, what he wouldn't do to go back in time and try to fix those pieces but how should he fix those pieces when he didn't know which ones to?

He sit back and wonders a lot, about where it all went wrong, where things became this way, he wonders about it quite a lot but he doesn't quite land up with an answer because he gave his everything, but was giving everything not enough? Or was it that he gave his everything that made him this way? He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand where his love lacked and he thinks he'll never know it.

Someone would say, some may advise to let it go, to leave him before it tragically ends but call him a sadist for painful pleasure or call him a lover, he waits for that tragic end where he might meet his eyes one day and say "I don't love you anymore, Harry. I'm sorry." And that day, he'd leave.

That would be the only day he would leave and if that day never comes, he'd never leave even if that means loving someone who is long gone.

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It's You

Microfic sentence : let the music guide us

Fluff (yes, fluff after a really long time)

"Exactly, so I told her that fairy tales aren't real. She was shocked but she caught on you know."

Draco chuckled lightly, "there goes her fantasies. Do you have any idea that you just ruined a child's childhood?"

"Oh, of course, but it was fun. You should've seen the reaction on her face- i must admit though that I feel guilty but come on, she's 9 years old and someone had to be that guy in her life who ruins stories for her. Though, I'm worried she's gonna be that person for teddy but we'll see about that- oh, and by the way, I have no idea what I'm doing, for all I know, I'm just sliding my feet." Harry explained trying his best to not entangle his legs with those of Draco's.

Draco in turn gave him a soft smile, the effortlessly beautiful smile Harry has fallen in love with infinite times, and charmed the stereo to play a slower song, "why are you so worried that you're dancing wrong?"

"Oh- let me guess, right, cause I'm dancing with the love of my life and I'm supposed to not embarrass him on the day of our wedding." Harry replied in a matter of fact voice.

Draco shook his head and bought them closer so they were inches away from each other and looked into his eyes. He rested his hand perfectly over Harry's waist and said, "So, big deal? You embarrass me for 5 minutes, everyone would forget it and funny of you to assume I don't have a backup option-"

"Hey- that's just mean." But Draco only laughed out loud and Harry himself couldn't hold back and laughed along with him.

"I hope you don't have a back up husband stored somewhere in the closet." Harry teased fixing the collar of Draco's shirt.

"Yeah- no, definitely not, but I would really suggest not opening the attic closet." Draco joked along.

"Funny- haha- sorry but I hear my heart shattering in that closet."

But Draco didn't say anything else, instead he pressed his forehead against Harry and that was all he needed, the reassurance in silence that Draco gave him. It was his way of saying "it's only you" without actually saying it, the few words that Harry needed to hear somedays but didn't want to seem needy of it.

They swayed for a while with their foreheads pressed together and fingers intertwined in between their torso's.

"You can never embarrass me, Harry."

"Really?"

"Never?"

"Never."

And Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss Draco.

"I'm the luckiest man alive." Harry finally said.

Draco's eyes glimmered for a second because he couldn't wrap his head around the surrealism of their whole story. They were getting married and he swore that his young self never saw it happening but it is and that's the most unbelievable thing that's ever happened to him and yet he wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Not luckier than me."

"Do you really have to be this cheesy?"

"Says who said it first." Draco emphasised by hitting Harry over his chest lightly but they so quickly shifted into laughing that forgot for minutes that music was even there and that they were on a rooftop of the hotel away from everyone else.

It was now Harry's turn to stare into Draco's eyes and feel grateful. Yep, definitely, the luckiest man alive.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"In this life and another."

"In this universe and all other."

And then they just stood there staring at each other with a heart full of warmth and love for one another. It was real, that night was real, this moment was real and tomorrow was going to be real too but to Harry the most real thing ever was his love for Draco, and Draco's for Harry. Everyone can talk about how they had the greatest love story ever, but this, goddamn, the most real thing and best ever.

Harry kept looking for a moment longer than one and then finally said, "okay, but seriously I don't want to be embarrassed, so show me."

Draco smiled at Harry, then slowly he readjusted Harry's hand and said, "eyes on me, move with me and the let the music guide us."

And then they tried again only for Harry to mess up again.

"Seriously, you are so going to need a backup dancer. I'm not even worried anymore, if I were you, I'd definitely get one." Harry sarcastically said shrugging.

Draco laughed and bought Harry's hand to his lips and kissed if softly, "I don't need any backup dancers or anyone, I want to dance with you and I will even if it means you trip and fall and take me down with you. I'll take that fall with you. I, Draco Malfoy take you in your terrible dancing, for my whole life."

Harry shook his head but this time out of fondness for the man he's gonna spend the rest of his life with, "good luck with that."

But Draco didn't need any good luck, he already had everything he ever wanted, right there in front of him and he was going to have it for the rest of his life, too and he could not be more happy.

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No tears to make it happen

Hurt/ comfort

He went dressed, in the nice blue shirt he always did like a lot, eager to meet him after days of succumbing in sickness for a couple of days. He somewhere wondered if he too looked forward to meet him after all this time, after all these days, he wondered if he'd be happy to see him like he knew he was. His excitement could barely be stored in his own self but who was he to blame, he was just a boy who had feelings for someone, a mere boy who fell for someone he had no idea would ever like him back or not but simply played by the game of fate and faith to make it happen.

He was just as innocent as any nascent lover is.

It's not as if he didn't care about the rest of them, it's not as if he didn't care about meeting his other friends after a long time nor was it that any of them mattered him any less but it's just that if his  heart was held captive by someone, it was only him, that one boy with eyes so green. He cared about meeting his friends who had been there for him much longer than anyone else but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t more excited to see him. 

His excitement and happiness was so much that he even stumbled and almost tripped on his way over out but he made it work, he reached where he was supposed to and like he planned, like he wished, his eyes laid upon him, upon Harry and to his surprise he smiled while he walked towards him. 

“You’re back from the dead.” he spoke first and there was only thing Draco hoped, that he didn’t blush as hard as he was thinking. 

“Yeah, told you I’d be better in no time.” He shrugged. 

“It’s a good thing, it was starting to get lonely without seeing you around here.” But he only wished he knew the effects those words had on him. He even wondered if he already knew about his feelings and whatever he said that would make his heart race was on purpose, so that they’d end this quest of who likes who and why and finally confront their feelings or he wondered if he said those things on purpose so he could see Draco blushing, because he perhaps liked it. 

Draco tried to shake it off by a small shrug and said, “I’m sure it got really lonely because your eyes only search me.” 

Harry only laughed and Draco only hoped that he laughed because it was true. 

They spent their time walking around hogsmeade as usual, buying somethings here and there to keep in their dorms, to even do midnight snacking when Draco noticed Harry waving off to Ginny. 

“Friends again, huh?” Draco asked. 

“Oh, yeah definitely, that whole misunderstanding is past is now. Infact, I didn’t tell you, when you weren’t around, I spent most of my time with her, it was really fun.”

“Oh,” was all he could manage to say. 

Draco wished that he could take this information as casually as he said but it hit him like a brick, a huge brick in his face and he somewhere felt sure that he won't be able to hide his traitorous voice. 

“Yeah, It was really fun, we even went to that cliff side we normally go to and you wouldn’t believe all the jokes we both cracked up.” Harry said with a smile he couldn’t bring himself to hide, if not for his own sake, Draco hoped he’s do it for him but he didn’t. 

“I thought the cliff side was our spot.” He said, a sense of hurt in voice he failed to hide. 

“Why- Yes, I know but you weren’t there and I thought it wasn’t such a big deal, it isn’t, right?” and for what seemed like the first time he turned to see his face but Draco could barely manage to look in his eyes, so, he turned away. He knew his eyes would betray him. 

“No, it’s not. It’s cool. So, what’d you even do?” He found himself asking. 

“Oh, we had lots of fun, we spent the entire evening together, like I said we made so many jokes, she told stuff from her year, I told mine, we shared so many things we never did before you know and for the first time she really seemed into me, you know after the war.” 

And there it was, the crack Draco had been fearing all evening to hear. The faint crack in his heart he was always scared of developing and now it was and there, in that moment he only wondered if Harry could hear his heart cracking too, if Harry could listen to the sound of his heart breaking, if Harry could catch the heart break in his voice, if Harry could see his heart breaking in Draco’s eyes. 

“T- That’s a really good thing. Finally, you spent time with her, about time you know. I was getting tired of seeing you simp over her from across the table.” 

He still wondered how did he even manage to say those words out loud when all he was actually doing was holding onto the corner of his shirt so tight that he could rip it apart. 

Harry did a faint chuckle and if Draco’s heart didn’t shatter before hearing Harry’s words earlier, it sure broke now when he was able to witness the blush on his face that he could barely conceal and if his heart had already shattered before, it shattered way worse now. 

But what his years of trauma and his years of unrequited love has taught him, it’s that, to always find peace in knowing that the person you liked or even loved belonged way better with somebody else. He didn’t want to say it out loud ever, nor did he ever expected anything different but for once maybe he really wished that Harry would see beyond the facade of Draco and even like him a little bit but by the looks of it, Draco knew Harry only had eyes for Ginny right now. 

It hurt him. It hurt him like all the rest of the time it had hurt him. He wasn’t even jealous, he couldn’t even bring himself to be jealous, he was merely disappointed, in his own self. 

“I haven’t been simping over her all that long.” Harry said finally. 

Draco gave a faint smile and he wasn’t sure if it was for his own self or for Harry but he did it anyway and then he said, “Please, save me. Have you seen yourself? I have and I’ve literally seen you do puppy eyes at her, hell, even your voice changes when she’s around you. You like her so much, Harry, maybe you don’t even realise it all that much.” 

Harry only looked for a moment at Draco before he smiled shyly and said, “I do like her, a lot.” 

Draco only nodded despite what he really felt like doing. He just wanted to be a good friend.

 A friend, that was all.

“Shall we go back? It’s going to be late if we stay longer.” 

Harry nodded and they walked back to the castle. 

That night when Draco finally walked back to his own dorm, he replayed the whole conversation in his own head, he remembered the way Harry smiled, the way Harry talked about Ginny and then he thought really hard about all those signs he took as Harry remotely being interested in Draco. He thought of all the ways Harry talked to him and how he mistook everything and he couldn’t pin down why but for the first time in his life, he really felt his heart shattering loudly. He had never understood the depth of his feelings until now when he thought about Ginny and Harry and how he wanted to be okay with it. He thought about it long enough to forget that he had sat in front of the fireplace and that he had shed a tear and two and it hit him then, he loved Harry. He didn’t simply like Harry like all the rest of the people he had liked before, no, he loved Harry and that realisation broke his heart all the more because he found himself thinking about Harry finding his happiness in Ginny and it hurt him all the more when he decided that there was nothing more he wanted than Harry being happy even if it meant ruling out his chances of being with him or even confessing his feelings to him. 

He understood that Harry didn’t belong to him, he probably never will but one day Draco would have to make peace with the fact that one day he would see Harry’s hand wrapped around Ginny’s and there would be nothing he’d be able to do. 

Draco and Harry would never be a thing and unfortunately, Draco learnt it that night and there were no tears that would make it happen.

It was soon that the common room door opened and Pansy walked in and saw him sitting in front of the fire place. 

“Draco, you okay?’ 

Draco wiped the tears that had unconsciously left his eyes with the back of his shirt and nodded. 

Pansy gave him a sympathetic look, perhaps she caught on what happened but she didn’t bring it up. 

“I bought marshmallow’s, wanna eat?” 

"With chocolate dip?"

"You bet."

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