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3 years ago

When the Sun met the Moon

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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3 years ago

Rules in Archery

Dialogue prompt no.3- “Don’t sound so disappointed, I might think you don’t like me” 

Humour|Witty|Friends to lovers trope| unestablished relationship

Draco huffed as he readjusted the duffel bag over his shoulder since it kept sliding down every 2 seconds and it was starting to annoy him. 

“I can’t believe you’ve convinced me to come with you.” Draco grunted. 

“I can’t believe you weren’t convinced to do it before.” She wickedly smiled.

Draco rolled his eyes at her and continued, “You know what I’d do when I get the arrow?” 

“What?” She asked half attentively.

“Shoot you to another planet.” He replied. 

She gave him a fake smile and replied, “Aw, it's sweet of you to think that you can even hold the arrow straight.” 

Dracp rolled his eyes again. 

“Look, whine all you want as a baby but you needed to get out of your home and stop sulking about your ex.” 

“For your kind information, I wasn’t sulking about my ex, I was merely hibernating.” He replied in a matter of factly tone. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.” She rolled her eyes at him comically. 

Draco didn’t argue further with her because frankly there was no point. The thing was, Pansy wasn’t wrong. He had been sulking away, escaping everyone since the stupid moron of his boyfriend cheated on him only to avoid people with questions like how could he not have known? or when? or why? or how did it happen? he didn’t want to answer anyone especially because he had none, but when you’re a public figure, news spread like a fire. So almost everyone in the Wizarding world knew Draco Malfoy’s heart had been crushed into little glasses and he in turn felt like digging a hole 7 inches deep and burying himself alive. 

To the rescue came Pansy with her glorious idea of taking Draco to Archery classes to get his mind off things. She had joined the place last year and now couldn’t bring herself to stop and when she made it sound like a piece of cake, Draco gave it a chance and here he was now, walking into the field of Archery. 

“Señora Pansy,” The man greeted her and enchantingly took her hand in his own and kissed it softly in the most posh way possible. 

“Always a delight Issac.” She grinned. 

Draco obviously internally gagged. 

“I’ve bought a friend with me, Issac meet Draco,” She introduced, “Its his first time.” She hushed to Issac. 

Draco greeted Issac with a warm smile and at the same time scowled at Pansy.

“Anyhoo- lets get on with it-” 

“I’m sorry I’m late.” 

Draco turned his head toward the sound, and obviously it came from the one who had haunted his dreams ever so often, almost his entire teenage, the one and only Harry Potter. 

Harry’s eyebrow’s shot up as soon as his eyes laid upon Draco and within a second, his lips curved in an impressive smirk. 

Draco groaned turning around and mumbled to himself,”Brilliant” 

He narrowed his eyes at Pansy, scowling even who in turn just turned away with a knowing smile. A perfect master plan in her opinion. 

Everyone as announced took their place and clearly obliged to the instructions said by Issac himself. Draco heard it all very carefully and was curiously interested until Harry took his position next to Draco.

“If it isn’t the boy who had his heart broken himself.” Harry smirked. 

Draco rolled his eyes, “If it isn’t the boy who still ends up on the first page of the daily himself.” 

Harry chuckled next to him while looking down at his feet, then continued, “So, what happened? Married to someone else did he or cheated?”

“What’s it to do with you?” Draco sneered at Harry. 

“Oi- new boy, focus-” Issac snapped. From what Draco assumed was when he kept mumbling something while staring at Draco, he was probably using slur words in Italian. 

Draco obliged to remain silent while Harry next to him couldn’t hold on to his laughter. To make it easy, Draco as casually as possible stubbed over his feet, making him groan in pain. 

This time Issac slurred at Harry. 

When finally the instructions were over, everyone got into position, taking their bows and arrows, chalk clapped into their hands, hand gear put up for beginners and googles put on. 

Harry had been putting on his belt of arrows when he he decided to bother Draco again who was in position and ready to shoot. 

“Isn’t it your first time?” He asked. 

Without looking Draco replied a yes. 

“Don’t you want to warm up a little bit- cry a little or maybe call your father for that matter.” Harry teased taking his final position as well. 

Draco sensed the lightness in his banter and replied him with equal part sarcasm, “don’t you have a little less brain to be in such a sport and a little too much of a mouth.” 

Harry was impressed by his comeback. He chose not to reply anything since Issac passed by behind him. He set his hand upright and then finally continued, “You do realise this sport isn’t for kids? Maybe you should practice first you know or run off possibly.” 

But before Harry could’ve teased further, Draco shot his arrow making it meet the periphery of the center leaving Harry astound. 

"You were saying?" Draco asked with raised brows.

Harry nodded looking away, "Definitely not like a baby."

“Aw- Don’t sound so disappointed, I might think you don’t like me.” Draco sarcastically smiled at him. 

Harry raised his eyebrows in complete surprise of the comeback as well as his shot. He soon turned away and practiced his shooting. 

That was until Draco had almost used up most of his arrows that Harry interrupted again. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

Draco hummed without sparing a glance at Harry to not lose his focus. 

Harry leaned a little closer towards Draco and said, “You’re a little too brilliant than most of the people in the class” 

Draco finally turned to Harry with a tint of surprise because he had actually complimented him. When he looked at him to even analyse his words, Harry was already looking at him with a smile and with his eyes fixated on Draco, he let out his arrow, making it meet almost at the center of the board. 

Draco was entirely too impressed but didn’t want to say it out loud because that would the facade of how he wasn’t absolutely swooned by Harry and instead he grunted, “Show off.” 

Harry shrugged and got on with his play. 

Even though Harry and Draco had been done much before anyone in the class, they were asked to stay back to keep the equipment's back in the locker room for having disturbed between the class. 

“All your fault.” Draco taunted. 

Harry shook his head, “I was trying to be friendly.” 

“Oh- yeah. We’re amazing friends now.” Draco sarcastically grumbled pushing the last of the used board into the room along with Harry. 

Harry couldn’t help but laugh, the simple short laugh which turned contagious second by second resulting in maniacal laugh. 

“Are you nuts? Why are you still laughing?” Draco asked completely confused. 

Harry shook his head, holding onto his stomach in pain but he couldn’t stop laughing. It was too much to the point that despite Draco trying to keep a stern composure, he himself was holding off his laugh. 

“Why are you laughing so much?” Draco asked, short laughs making his way through. 

But Harry still couldn’t speak anything which ultimately resulted in Draco laugh just as hard as Harry and fighting for air and to make it even funnier, Issac had found them and practically thrown them out of the place. 

They ended up laughing for good 5 minutes even after leaving the place and ended up catching up for a cup of coffee.

Though It definitely didn't turn in an unplanned date (It did). 

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3 years ago

Aging can be a very scary and beautiful thing

CW minor character death

Aging can be a very scary thing. He saw his closest and most beloved friends freak out at the very first gray hair, panic at the wrinkles. Hermione buying and brewing any potion that could help slow the process.

He bare witness to Molly and Arthur slowing down through the years. First, it was the hair transforming from pure fire into a snow storm.

Molly, the star of the burrow, the homemaker extraordinaire taking longer and longer knitting the famous weasleys sweaters until one day she couldn't make them any more and used magic instead. Her once soft hands getting tougher, needing the care she once provided, now ached at the joints, her back arched, her trusty walker always by her side.

Arthur worked until the shaking became too much, claiming his friends would miss him and he wasn't lying, the fire shone green almost every day. He, well, aged faster. Magic can be wonderful, but there are things it can not undo. First came the cane, then the charmed fork and charmed chair. Then Mungo’s. Losing him slowly like that didn’t make the pain any less. His goodbye was a sea of red and all the adoptive kids that, like me, he guided in the post war world.

But time also gave him so very much, a career as a teacher is one, but the best one is a family that grew and grew.

Teddy, a grown man working endlessly to make a better world for people like his dad, Remus would be so proud. His little one, Amelia, is growing so fast. They always do.

Rose is a force to be reckoned with. Hugo is going to change the world of potions.

It also brought surprises, revelations and people he would never imagine be by his side when he lost Arthur. Pansy was his rock, Blaise took care of all arrangements.

And Draco, his Draco, was the best surprise time has given him. He morphed his meaning of home, of peace. By his side he learned what romantic love really is, to come together in double attention. To find meaning in meaningless things. And to fall in love, again and again.

Discovering the mutual bewilderment and genuine enjoyment of aging together was a surprise.

He threw a ridiculous party to celebrate his now fully gray head, but because they are old now the hangover lasted almost a month. They learn bingo, knitting and every old person activity they can think of. He treasures every smile line and gray hair and the liveliness of it all.

Aging is a precious thing when you never thought it would be for you.

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3 years ago

Shirts and hickeys

Dialogue prompt 9- “Why are you still here?” “Because I care about you asshole” 

"What even is rugby and why in the hell do I have to watch this?" Draco groans for the fifth time since he had came here.

"Its a muggle sport and you're here because Harry invited you to see, so would you stop being such an ass and actually pay attention. He's on the field." Ron rolled his eyes then rooted out for Harry.

Mid game, Ron had to leave because of an emergency at work while Draco was left alone to watch Harry get brutally beaten up by men frankly taller and much more bulkier than him. Draco was pissed to his bones that he himself wanted to drag Harry out of there and give him some brain because he sure was lacking some to have signed up for playing this game.

The ending of the game was the hardest to watch when Harry was bleeding to almost death and could barely stand up straight. Draco was practically sitting on air until the agony was finally over and he was helping Harry towards the corner.

"Are you absolutely mental?" He shrieked.

Harry, however, much to his dismay tried to pull off a smile, failed obviously, pissing Draco all the way more.

"You have not one little ounce of Brain in that place. Why would you ever want to play that deadly game? Ever?" He asked but he was rapidly casting healing charms unseen by the crowd.

"It-s fun," That was Harry's response that Draco didn't buy at all.

"Alright, I Just wanted to try it out. Also this guy at work I hated challenged me and said I couldn't play rugby and I wanted to prove that I could. But it's not even that big of a deal."

"Big of a deal, Harry? You are bleeding at like 39 different places of your body, your glasses are completely smashed, probably sure you have lost a tooth and your nose is broken and you say its not that big of a deal, What's the matter with you?" Draco snapped.

Harry pulled him beside him, forcing Draco to sit down next to him, "can you not yell at me in public?"

"Oh I'm sorry? Does it ruin your defaced reputation?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"We're going home." He announced.

"But there's another match-"

"I said, I'm taking you home and that's final." Draco sternly replied and Harry didn't have much say anymore.

Hours later of finally having covered almost every inch of Harry's body with bandages and Draco snapping every five minutes, they were finally done and about to have dinner when Harry did a mistake of trying to walk into the kitchen and help himself with a glass of water.

"Are you out of your head?" Draco yelled again.

Harry huffed, and then turned around, "Now, what did I do?"

"What did I tell you about not leaving your place?"

"I'm not baby Draco. I can take a glass of water for myself." Harry replied and continued fetching a glass of water when Draco interrupted his activity and took the glass in his own hand and then gave it to Harry.

"What difference did it make? I could've taken it myself." Harry said.

"Yes, but you're seriously injured, you need rest." Draco helped him back in the bedroom.

"I can take care of myself,-"

"No, you clearly can't." Draco cut him off.

"I can't take care of myself?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

"You can't. When your stupid head could indulge in games as dangerous as those then you obviously can't take care of yourself." Draco replied.

"Okay- I- I've had enough,-" Harry huffed.

"I'm not a goddamn baby, Draco. I can take care of myself. It was my choice to get into that game, you don't have to yell at me every five minutes to remind me that I made a mistake. A few broken bones that hurt in my body are a clear indication of my mistakes but I don't need you standing all over me, guarding me like I'm some terrorist. I don't need your 'I'm here for you all the time', or 'I'll get you a glass of water' or 'what did I tell you about not getting out of the bed'. I have been by myself for a long time and I can take care of my own so just please do me a favour and leave me the fuck alone." Harry snapped.

Draco was however offended and took a step back, "So you mean I'm bothering you? Me being there for you is bothering you?"

"Yes- yes, you're bothering me with your nagging, with your 'do you need anything' and everything else. You're bothering me so much that it's actually irritating. It's so fucking irritating."

Draco's jaw clenched at his words and he walked away, collecting his things, "If I'm bothering you so much, I'll leave- and don't worry I won't be back. I don’t even know why I even try to do anything for you when all you do is pull up your i’m better off without drama."

The door shut with a slam as he left and Harry as relieved as he was, he was also guilty of having stirred up a fight between the two of them and he thought that maybe Draco would come around soon, in a couple of hours but he didn't and it made Harry more guilty than he had been before.

But then he thought that he would maybe come around in a day or two but then he didn't and he didn't even after a week. This had hardly every happened in the course of their friendship. Of course, they’ve have had fights, they’ve had plenty of them but never had once they gone on complete silent fore than a week. It was unusual of Draco and Harry was starting to get worried that he might’ve overstepped this time and was making plans in his head how he might possibly work around a way of fixing things with Draco. 

It was not until a week later when he was wounding up his injuries from the match of rugby he had a day before when the doorbell rang and the moment he had opened it, Draco had walked in.

"Got yourself beaten up once again!" He Snapped.

“Not death- Just few injuries here and there, I’ll be fine.” 

“You’ll be fine? I can see your ill out bandage making you bleed under your shirt and you’re saying you’re fine. You’re far from fine.” he snapped again. 

Harry huffed, “So maybe one or two bandage is messed up but I’m fine otherwise. It’s all good-” 

“Its not all good. Can’t you see? I don’t understand why do you need to prove your point to that stupid guy from work, whoever he is that you can play a deadly sport when all you’re just getting beaten up by huge men. It’s an entirely sick idea and you’re stupid enough to keep continuing to do this. I’d had thought you would’ve stopped getting beaten to death but seems you haven’t-” 

"I’m not getting beaten to death-"

"Yes, yes you are. If that day I hadn’t dragged you out of there, you’d had been dead.” 

“No, I would not have been and would you just, stop with the yelling?” Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed by Draco’s constant yelling. 

“I’ll stop when you stop doing this. Why the hell are you even playing it anymore? I thought you proved your point?” 

"Why the hell-? I already told you last time. It's because of the guy from work- whatever- Why are you here? Why are you still here? Thought I cleared that I didn't need you." Harry behind his assertive tone however was much more glad than he could express that Draco was here.

"Why am I here? Are you still out of your fucking mind? It's because I care about you, Asshole. It fucking hurts me seeing you getting beaten to death by 6'5, 200lbs giants and your stupid self keeps doing it purposely. It's like you want to be dead and apparently no one would care for you the way I would and you have no care for your own and someone have to take care of you so therefore me-why- why are you looking at me like that?" Draco's tone had suddenly toned down with astonishment.

Harry suddenly started to walk closer to Draco, asking him at the same time, "It hurts you?"

"Well- I mean- Yeah. It'd hurt anyone to see their friend beaten up you know," Draco stammered, taking his steps backward. 

"No one would care for me the way you would?" Harry asked stepping dangerously close to Draco who didn't had more steps of take backwards.

"I mean- I- You know- everyone takes care differently- and I-"

"You're so full of shit-" Harry mumbled.

But what happened next had completely taken Draco by surprise when he felt Harry kissing him against the door, with his hand fixated on the back of his waist to pull him closer and if Draco hadn't only waited his entire life for this, he would've been shocked but he had dreams about being pressed against the wall and being taken by the man he was just kissing and the real life kissing was so much more better than any one of them he had in his dreams. The rush of wanting to kiss Draco in Harry was something Draco had never felt in his dreams because this was real and because it was real, it felt so great. And he loved how ridiculously unexpectedly Harry tasted like mints, and the way his tongue was caressing his bottom lip enough to make it more yearning.

"Harry- we- we shouldn't-" Draco mumbled against his lips but he was leaning forward so he could still feel his lips over his own. A touch of linger because he was nowhere yet done kissing Harry but in the back of his mind, he didn’t want to sabotage his friendship with him. 

"Shut up and kiss me." Harry had said and Draco no longer tried to stop the kissing, instead he let Harry take advantage of pressing him more firmly against the door and kissing him more sloppily with hands in the hair and moans on the lips, with a need to want each other more in that moment that they had ever before. 

And they let it happen, they let themselves get mix in the moment of intimacy with drinks spilled, clothes on the floor and hickeys on the neck. 

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3 years ago

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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3 years ago

Lover's dwellings

Dialogue prompt 23 "If you go now, I'll know that you never loved me." || Hurt/confort||

Someone in literature once said that we talk the least about the things that actually matter and in all actuality it might be the most true form of words. We talk about who brewed a cup of cup of coffee or what's in the daily or we talk about the long monologues of the ongoing show we're watching but we talk so little about the things that matter. I talk a little too less of the things that matter, and that's you.

It's not that I don't talk about you, oh, I do all day but I don't talk to you about you and I wish I'd had done it so I wasn't watching you leave through the door right now with the luggages in your hand. I wish I could say you were being dramatic but there's some solidness in your words that you wouldn't budge from your decision. When you said you needed a little space from me, I should've cupped your face in my hands and asked you to say or maybe I should've said something but even now I'm not stopping you from going away, I'm watching you leave.

I want to say something, anything to make you stay but my words fog in my lips and dissolve in a mist because I don't want to fuck up what we have. I don't want to lose the one real thing I've known and I've been known my whole life to fuck up but I don't want to fuck up, not right now but I don't know how to stop you from going away from me. I think a part of me wants to accept you leaving because perhaps I don't deserve the love you bored for me but I don't want it to be about whether I deserve it or not, I just know, I understand my need for you, my need to hold your hand, my need to kiss your forehead, my need to place a pin on the refrigerator for the grocery list. I know and I understand why I want you and how much I want you but how do I explain this without fearing, without saying the wrong thing.

Maybe you should leave, maybe you should just go away, perhaps forever but take me with you. Don't love me, don't do any business with me, nothing at all but just stay with me, be with me, keep me in your life but how do I say this without saying something wrong.

But I try and I say, "If you leave now, I'll know you never loved me."

But then I see your face and I realise that I had managed to only stop you for a moment and not for a forever we define. It's not that you're amused by what I said but you're rather confused, maybe a sense of furiousness in your features and I realise, I've spoken wrong again.

"What?"

I shook my head and continued, "If you go now, I'll know that you never loved me and my love was never capable enough to make you stay."

You raised an expected eyebrow at me and allowed me to continue, so I do.

"Harry, I have amongst the zero idea over how relationships work, you know that I don't know it but I know you know that I like you and I don't know if it's enough to make you stay but there are things in my head, thing's on my mind, over my lips that never leave. I need you to understand that I love you and that we may have a couple 100 more fights like these but I want you to know, not once do I want you to leave me. Ever. I hardly think I make sense but you do to me what I can't even describe because it's how I feel but this is the thing, I have never felt this way. I've never known love and I want you to give me a chance, not a second chance or a third chance but just one chance this time to tell you that I'm not the best boyfriend you may ever have, but I want to be. I want you- and that's the only way I can say what I think i want to say but there are so many things in me that I can't say because I'm either afraid that I'll suffocate you or those are the wrong things to say,"

"But, don't go Harry. That's one thing I can say for sure. Stay. I can't promise to fix this but I can promise that I will try my absolute best. Stay. Just once."

Harry closed his eyes, his hand unclasped the luggage he was holding and walked ahead towards me.

"I never expect the best from you, Draco. I just want you. I want you with whatever you are, alright, with whatever you think, be it if it's wrong or right. We'll make it right together. But just be with me, stay with me while we're in this relationship. I want you to not be lost In your overthinking and I know it'll be hard to overcome but you have to let us try. Can we?"

I smiled softly and nodded.

"But I do need sometime. I want to go for a walk, sort my head out."

I nodded again.

"I love you, Harry, i really do, more than I'm able to express."

Harry smiled and lightly caressed my face, pressing our foreheads together, "Your love is all I need. I love you too, Draco. More than I say I do."

And despite that Harry left, I knew he was coming back and I made peace with it because even the strongest one's fall to pick themself up, or as the saying goes. I understood Harry needed time and I would give him all of that exists in the world as long as I knew that Harry would come back to me,out of love. Because even if we talk the least about love, we can still dwell in love.

It had been awhile since I did a dialogue promot so here goes.

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3 years ago

On the sand

Fluff || Domestic ||

On The Sand

There are moments in life when you look at a person and your heart grows the size of a mountain. You look at that person and no matter who it is, whatever they may do, your heart grows fonder and you feel for them all those things you never knew you could feel. That was Draco for Harry. They had been friends for now as long they can remember and to top it off they don't even remember when and how they became friends, it just happened and things had never been the same for Harry or Draco but they don't complain because to them it doesn't matter, what matters is the moment they live in right now, without a worry of anything in the world.

And just like any other day in their life, Harry had asked Draco to meet by the beach because of the lovely spring that came along and the best of the weather blooming for beach. They had their friends over too of course but when it's just them together, others never mattered.

"So, I got the concert ticket." Draco confessed.

"Wait- you- don't tell me?" Harry gasped.

Draco nodded enthusiastically, "Two tickets to NSYNC, Friday night next week."

"How did you get it?" Harry asked equally enthused and partially not being able to believe it.

"Let's keep that confidential. Pulled some strings here and there." Draco bragged.

"You stayed up all night waiting for 2 tickets to get cancelled and took it right when it got cancelled?" Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco who at this point refused to meet Harry's eyes and continued eating his hot dog.

"Draco?"

"What?" Draco whined, "we both wanted to go and I did what I had to do."

"But all night? Don't you sleep like normal humans, you vampire."

"One, I'm not a vampire because have you even seen them, they are so weak that they'd probably die in sunlight, while me, I am surviving absolutely fine. See, I've even got tan lines from my watch. And second, I do sleep, but sometimes comprises have to be made."

“You’re ridiculous, Draco. All night, that’s a lot.” Harry shook his head. 

“If it takes all night to stay awake to take you to a concert that would make you happy, then I’ll stay up every night.” Draco smiled. 

Harry only however wondered if Draco ever knew what his words did to Harry and his heart. It was impossible for Harry to not have his heart racing every single time Draco said something like that, hell, he left his heart racing most of the times. 

Harry smiled as he looked away because right now he didn’t trust what may leave his lips. 

“Do you think we should have asked the others?” Harry asked after a while. 

“I mean we could have but then we would not have been able to spend time alone, you know.” 

“And whatever do you think we are doing right now?”

“oh, you know what I mean.” 

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, “Oh I know exactly what you mean.” he teased. 

Draco nudged Harry off, “I hate you.” 

“But you love me.” Harry laughed and all Draco could do was adoringly roll his eyes at him. 

“For whatever its worth they all are not a fan of NSYNC anyways.” Draco said after a while. 

“Whatever floats your boat.” 

“I really do hate you.” Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry then decided to get up. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asked as he got up.

“Away from you.” 

“That pissed, are you? How would you like me to make it upto you, sunshine?” Harry teased further which only made Draco all the more interested to go away from Harry. 

“You’re insufferable.” Draco said as he decided to walk away. 

“Fine, i’ll stop.” Harry laughed but Draco had already walked far away to not have heard him which left him with a little choice than to follow him towards the ocean, and so he did follow. 

Harry walked towards the ocean, towards Draco, watching him watch the ocean from behind and somehow Harry thought Draco fit so well with the view, like he was a part of the ocean himself, so serene, so calm, so beautiful but shame it was that he never had courage to say all these things to Draco. He wanted to but the moment he would want to say something, his words would die in his throat because he was always afraid of whatever might happen after that.

“Hi, sunshine.” Harry said as he reached Draco. 

“Not quite done, are you?” Draco rolled his eyes at Harry once again. 

“But aren’t you a sunshine?” Harry teased further. 

Draco sighed and almost walked away when Harry stopped him by grasping his wrist. 

“I promise I am truly done.” Harry smiled. 

Draco raised an expectant eyebrow and Harry nodded, giving him the reassurance that he was truly done. 

“Sunshine is an awful nickname by the way.” Draco said after a while. 

“As if sweetheart was a nice nickname to give. That’s the purpose of giving names Draco, they’re supposed to be fun.” 

Draco could not say anything otherwise, he has always quite enjoyed giving names to people and receiving one as well because it showed how much a person cared. It kept a memory of that person in a unique way. Not that he would ever forget Harry but he enjoyed the fact that whenever he’d think of the word sunshine, Harry was the one he thought of and he liked having that thought. 

After long moments of staring far ahead towards the ocean with waves wetting their feet, Draco finally spoke up.

“I don’t want anyone else to go.”

Harry remained confused by Draco’s revelation, so he remained silent. 

“The concert. I don’t want to go with anyone but you.” Draco turned to face Harry.

It was impossible for Harry to not see his soft features, his eyes shining with the red of sunset and the orange of the sky. In that sunset, in that moment, he just knew he loved Draco and there was no denying it. 

“Why?” Harry asked. 

“Is it really not obvious?” Draco asked with a soft smile. 

Harry couldn’t help but smile as he turned to face the ocean. That was perhaps all Harry ever wanted to hear, all he ever wanted to know and now that he knows, he can’t stop thinking otherwise. Now he knew that if there was one moment he wasn't afraid to say anything, say anything that his heart desires, it was this moment.

“Its never obvious with you.” 

“Ah, would you like me to lay the words out for you then?” Draco smiled. 

“Yes, on the sand if you must.” Harry teased. 

Draco shook his head and without even a doubt he knelt down and wrote ‘Go on a date with me?’ before Harry could had even stopped him. 

“Unremarkably fast.” Harry said as he knelt down beside him. 

“Well I did practice 6 times last night.” Draco boasted. 

Harry shook his head with a fond smile and wrote on the sand himself, ‘Go on a date with me too.’ 

Draco smiled, “Technically I asked first, so I should get an answer first.” 

“If we’re playing by technicalities, Yes I would go on a date with you. Now you answer.” 

“I would like to go on a date with you too.” 

Harry smiled at Draco who reciprocated it the same way. 

Yes, Draco made Harry’s heart grow more fonder each day, in a way that he didn’t even know could happen but it did and with every morning that turned over after that day, Harry only knew one thing, that if there was one person he could ask a several times on a date on sand at a beach, it would always be Draco, even if the beach would be crowded with people or if they had their friends around or the dogs ran haywire at the beach, it didn't matter because when it was them, nothing else ever mattered.

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3 years ago
Angst Dialogue Prompt No. 8 "You've Changed." "We're Supposed To."

Angst dialogue prompt no. 8 "You've changed." "We're supposed to."

“I wrote a song.”

The words leave his lips faster than he allows himself to process because it was a habit when it came to Harry with Draco, to say what was on his mind, without fear. 

“You did?” There was excitement in Draco’s voice, almost as if he was happy. 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“So, you found your inspiration after such a long break, good for you, Harry.” He happily said with more gestures of his hands. 

“It just came to me, last night. Started playing some strings and the words just came with flow.” Harry explained. 

“What was it then, your inspiration?” He asked and Harry knew he dreaded this question because how could he had ever said the truth. 

“Just something.” He lied. 

Draco nodded, “Sing it to me then.” and Harry shook his head. 

“You won’t sing it to me?” he asked and Harry shrugged. 

“It’s pretty personal.” That was the only thing Harry could reply with.

“Personal? Harry we’ve come so far along and you chose to say its personal. Big fat liar,” He almost laughed, “come on, just sing it to me. I promise I won’t judge you.” 

“Just drop it, Draco.” 

“Harry, please. I want to hear your voice, its my favourite.” He said and Harry’s heart undeniably fluttered loudly in his chest. 

“You’re just saying it for the sake of it.” 

“No, I do love your voice, I really do. I could fall asleep listening to your voice.” He replied and his heart fluttered again. 

And yet he shook his head. 

“You’ve changed. You didn’t use to do this before.” 

“Well, we’re supposed to,” He said but then Draco pulled his face into that small sad face that made Harry want to hug him tighter than anything in this world and Draco knew he had this affect on him which is why he did it. He have always been someone Harry could never say no to and Draco always took full advantage of that when opportunities like this came.

“If I sing, would you stop whining?” Harry asked raising his eyebrows. 

Draco’s face pulled up with excitement and he nodded. 

With a sigh Harry picked up the guitar and after tuning the guitar right, he played the song, with hesitation at first and then without fear. He looked in Draco’s eyes all the while he sang. Draco’s face turned into a soft one but only when it came to the bridge did he finally realise it. Harry kept playing nonetheless even after seeing Draco’s face turn into more of a frown, he kept playing until it came to the close and when he stopped playing, he kept his guitar in his hand, waiting for Draco to say something. 

“You- you wrote this?” 

Harry nodded. 

“That was about me, wasn’t it?” Draco asked with a sad smile. 

Harry cleared his throat and kept the guitar aside then while rubbing his hands he said, “Yeah, but it was nothing. It was an unfinished song from time ago.” 

“You wrote about me? Me?” Draco was almost in shock, his voice almost giving up but Harry didn’t understand why was Draco so shocked. Why was it hard for Draco to believe that he wrote a song about him because honestly, Harry would write 10,000 songs about Draco and even that would be less. Draco was always his inspiration and it shocked Harry that he didn’t know it already.

“Of course.” Harry replied without taking his eyes off Draco. 

“You still write about me?” Draco’s voice grew more softer and his hand unconsciously reached for Harry’s and Harry allowed him to hold his hand. 

“yeah- sometimes.” Harry hesitated. 

“But I thought- I thought- Harry, You know, we can’t be-” 

“yeah, I know. We’ll never be the endgame, I know, I know Duncan is your endgame but I can’t help what I feel, Draco and even If I don’t even feel that way anymore, it’s easier to write about you.” Harry replied, looking down at their hands, Draco’s hand caressing his own. 

“Oh, Harry. I- I don’t want to do this to you.” Draco said, reaching forward to caress his face, his thumb softly grazing his cheek.

“Do what?” 

“This. You hurt your own self.” Draco said with pity lacing his voice. 

“I don’t.” Harry almost sternly replied but his voice gave him away. 

“I do love you Harry- I hope you know that-” 

“Just not the same way, I know Draco.” Harry replied, looking away from Draco. 

Draco sighed and he bought up Harry's hand to his own lips and kissed the inside of his wrist softly, “You will always be the one I loved. Always. Always my best one.” 

“Yeah.” Harry choked. 

He took his hand away with a jerk from Draco and got up quickly, his emotions betraying him and tears blocking his vision. 

“Harry-” 

“I have to go home.” 

“Harry-” 

“Draco, please- I just need to be with myself.” and with that Draco let go of Harry’s hand and he allowed him to go towards the door. 

“Harry?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You know I mean it when I say that if you had came in my life before, I'd had never not chosen you. You were and will always be my right person wrong timing.” 

“Yeah.” Only in all the timings that exist, Draco was still his right person and will always be, all the time. 

This was a very impulsive last minute metro ride prompt and I'm unsure how this turned out.

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4 years ago

my god this is so CUTE 🥺🥺

drarry sleeping/bed prompts

— draco hogging the blankets

— draco unconsciously grabbing harry’s ass

— also him unconsciously cuddling him close like an extra pillow

— harry lightly snoring and draco teasing him on the mornings after

— they both have trouble sleeping due to the nightmares of their childhoods and the war

— which leads to either one writhing and screaming during the night (and ofc they take care of eachother when that happens)

— harry probably holds draco impossibly close to him and whispers sweet nothings

— draco stroking harry’s jawline and peppering chaste kisses all over his face and kisses his tears away

— they almost always fall asleep at the same time only seconds away from each other’s

— draco has a lot of dreams and predictions and they talk about it

— draco hums lullabies (which his mother used to sing to him) to harry when he thinks he’s asleep

— ofc harry pretends he’s sleeping just so he can listen to draco sing but never tells him

— draco is an early bird as he grew up in that pureblood scheduled lifestyle

— harry (due to the lack of a proper good night’s sleep at the dursley’s) sleeps in

— draco trying (well attempting) to cook breakfast in bed for him

— harry just straight up laughing as he eyes the burnt toast which draco had unsuccessfully tried to cut off all the burnt pieces (which was almost the entire slice)

— draco mumbling something about stupid muggle cooking and ungrateful gits and harry just laughs harder

— he can tell draco is embarrassed and pulls him in for a big sloppy kiss, whispering “thank you” as their lips brush against each other’s

— draco pulls a face even though a dusty pink blooms onto his cheekbones and harry offers him a piece of toast

— then they just end up sitting in bed and eating their burnt toast together


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