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In the heart of the sea

I think maybe it has been so long since I last fell in love. It's been so long since I last got struck by the beauty of someone walking across and getting on a train, so long since I last paid attention to the nascent freckles on someone's face and wondered if they had always been there, so long since I looked someone in the eye and unable to control my smile, so long since I last looked for reasons so I could spend more time with someone, so long since my friends teased me of being head over heels for someone, so long since I wanted to hold someone's hand though I knew I would never, so long since I last saw someone from across the room and let my head knit scenarios where we're both together, so long since I stayed awake late in the night thinking of someone, so long since I smiled to myself in secrecy while thinking of someone, so long since I last felt my heart race for someone, so long since I last heard a romantic song and danced in my head with someone, so long since I last had tears in my eyes because I couldn’t be with someone, so long since I last made plans of how to sit together with someone, so long since I last fell in love, its been so long but then I look at you and you make me feel like all of it is still there because all I do is remain in love.

You make me look at you and I would be doomed because how had our lovestory became so real. You make me look at you and my heart still races like it did the first time when I saw you sitting in the courtyard trying to play that harp because you thought it sounded beautiful. You make me look at you and at us and you still make me want to trip a thousand stars just so I could be with you, you make me want to cross the boundaries of hell and heaven for you. You make me forget what it is to love someone else because ever since I’ve loved you, I haven’t loved anyone, not even my own self, anyone, no one in the world. You make me love you and you make it so I am no one’s but yours. 

I have loved you a little longer than I had thought because I have forgotten what last felt like to be falling in love because I am no longer falling in love with you, I’m drowning with love for you. I want to take you to the highest mountains and I want to proclaim my love for you from the apex of a summit, I want to create our own music and I want to dance to it, I want to take your hand and I want to go to the gods and I want to request them to keep us forever together, I want to love you till the immortals exist, I want to love you beyond my grave, I want to love you till all of it. I want to love you, and if you will allow me, I want to make your heart mine and I want to make mine yours and I want to bind them together and throw it away in the ocean so no one can find it but us. So our lovestory beats in the heart of the sea and no one knows but you and I. 

You make me forget what falling in love feels like, but maybe that's the love that everyone yearns for.

~ D.M. 

Random

"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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You bring me spring

For @drarrymicrofic prompt : blossom

We cherish our entities, we cherish the little while of waiting for coffees, we cherish reading the novels in the library until it's dark but when I look at you in the park, your eyes glimmering with a faded brown of the trees but a soft touch of sun cascading, the brush of wind against your face, the crooked smile when you remember something you read a long time ago, the soft voice of yours. I cherish it in a way that it blossoms my heart with my own field of spring with tulips, petunia's and daffodils and the fluttering of the butterflies and the sound of air passing by. I cherish you like february in mid autumn. And I perhaps wanna cherish it for as long as all seasons last, for as long as all the sun and the moon dance, for as long as another universe comes forth, for as long as a lifetime lasts.

Not a temporary fix

Fluff/domestic

He didn't mean to pass through. He wasn't even going to. It was a very very busy day and stopping to look at his boyfriend pet a random cat through their window pane wasn't on his list of many things he had to do today. It was a deal they made to not talk or even come close to each other till they had not done their share of work, done with cleaning and shifting in at least one room but then this was also a once in a while opportunity to watch his boyfriend smile with cats like that.

Harry swiftly leaned against the door and watched Draco pet and play with the cat for the longest while to have this feeling surge through within to go to him and play, watch him closely but he was known to be no friend to cats. Cats simply tend not to like Harry and he was okay with it but right now watching Draco talk gibberish to the cat was perhaps one of the best things he had seen in a while. The way that his face lit up while playing with the cat, the way that his lips pouted, the way that he was running his hand smoothly over the cat's fur, the way that all his attention was so focused, the way that he made the cat seem much more friendlier, it made a warm feeling to gush through within Harry. It was there in that moment that he thought that maybe he could stand and watch Draco from the door forever, with his smile and his words, he could do it forever because this was a rare moment since Draco looked much more at peace that he had in a very long time and it made Harry happier than he could even comprehend.

He knew in that instant that no matter how their relationship started, whatever they have, it wasn't a temporary thing, not anymore because you don't dream of settling in with someone and having a cat together one day if you're not in it for the long run. Harry knew that whatever his heart felt for Draco was much more bigger, much more complex and much more tender than even he knew and he was okay with it because it was Draco Malfoy and of course they haven't had the best past, nor even the best relationship but if Harry had to fight flesh and bones for someone forever, it's gonna be Draco.

"You can join me, you know, instead of gawking and smiling at me from the door." Draco teased without looking up from the cat.

"No, you look pretty with the cat- oh- wait, i have an idea, stay there." And he quickly ran and grabbed his camera from one of those cardboard boxes and came back.

"Harry-"

"No, don't look up. Keep playing with the cat." And Draco did as he was told and Harry clicked that Polaroid.

"are you done, now?" Draco asked with a soft smile to mean he didn't say anything harshly and that he just wanted Harry to come and play with the cat as well.

"Not quite." But Harry went to him either way and this time the cat didn't run away, instead the cat liked Harry very much that they were afraid they'd never find the same kind of cat again who'd like Harry as much as Draco. So, they kept it, they kept the cat and they named her Allie.

But in all of that none of them realised that they had started a together forever without even knowing. The Polaroid on top of the stool besides the door said million more things than it intended on. It marked a together forever in that specific house, on that specific day, it made that house a home because even if it was only Draco in that picture, it was the love behind that Polaroid of Harry that made it their first picture together and frankly they didn't even know it. But suppose that's just some stories. And perhaps Allie was their fate. Perhaps she always had been.

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Dedications and annotations

Since I haven’t posted in a really long time, here’s a microfic. // Fluff //

They were bundled up in the corner of the library together, away from all those loud noises, away from all the snickering, away from all the chaos, away from all the babbling, away from all the judgemental looks, away from everyone else in the world except each other with a heap of books sprawled all across them under a warm blanket and a candle to illuminate the space. 

They didn’t say it out loud but they both knew they could spend their entire life there together. Many would say what would they know of love, they were merely 19 but what more was there to know of love rather than it being found in the arms of another. For many it was hard to think of Harry and Draco together, for many it was shocking, for many it was unbelievable and for many it was a lie but to them it was the most eventual, believable and truthful thing in the world. They could care no much of what anyone else would say about them because they both knew they would fight armies if they had to for each other but they didn't say that out loud, yet, only because of fear because we're told as we grow up to not make our love the loudest thing in the world and even though they wouldn't follow the world, their internalised self did, unfortunately.

But right now, they were there, with books around them and in arms of each other. There was nowhere else they'd rather be and then suddenly as if it was the most gradual and obvious thing, they indirectly confessed the intensity of their love.

"These book dedications can be absurd." Draco hummed as he flipped through a page of the book he had picked up to read with his head rested against Harry's chest.

"Of course they're absurd. They're always for the most special people in their lives."

Draco rolled his eyes and showed Harry the dedication of the book he was holding, "This is special? 'To my old editor for making me believe that there are better editors out there.' Does that seem special to you in any way? Its pure absurdity."

Harry sighed, "Fine, okay, maybe they're absurd, but maybe they're absurd for a reason. Think of it this way that this writer, whoever it is, dedicated it to their old editor, whether there is a limerick or not, it's still dedicated. And what do you know, maybe the old editor is their best friend and asked them to write it."

"Harry." Draco rolled his eyes fondly, "That's bullshit. If you're dedicating a book to someone, it should always be something nice. The entirety of the gesture of it is so nice, yes it's scary to have a whole ass book being dedicated to you but to think that when they were writing and thinking and thinking about who should they dedicate and then come to conclusion that out of the entire world, they want to dedicate it to you. The thought of it is so nice, it shouldn't be associated with a limerick in my belief."

"Fine, who would you dedicate your book to?"

"Easy.. either my mom or to someone I love, like you."

"You would dedicate a book to me?" Harry asked a bit surprised.

"I love you, so, yes if I were writing a book right now, I'd totally dedicate it to you." Draco shrugged as it it was no big deal but it was a huge deal, it was huge.

Harry smiled and kissed the top of his head, " I'd annotate lines from that book for you then."

"You don't need to do that." Draco said.

"shush- I would want to. Anyways, let's think of a limerick I'd write in dedication for my book." Harry said as he changed the topic.

Even though Draco smiled, he went along with the change, "Maybe you can say, To Voldemort, for giving me existential crisis."

Harry immediately laughed, "that's a really good one. Maybe I can even write one to Bellatrix, To Bellatrix for making me realise to always wash my hair."

And Draco snorted out loud.

They talked of many more dedications that night, of many more funny dedications and so many more romantic ones but the whole thing settled that if Draco were to ever write a book, he'd dedicate it to Harry and Harry would annotate lines to Draco. The world may say that they didn't know much about love but maybe they knew more than what their generation knew of love because to exist and love someone enough to think about annotations and dedications, that was something entirely different.

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Till we crash and burn

For @drarrymicrofic : proof

We'll build the houses and we'll plant those trees, and we'll have that name plate with your and mine handprint like in your favourite movie, and we'll have your favourite stereo player, and we'll have your favourite crockery set, and we'll build that pillow fort and stay under the fairy lights, and we'll sit on our bed together and plan our trip together, and we'll do breakfast in bed and we'll take morning walks, and we'll make love in midnight summer. We'll do all of it, I'll do all of it as a proof of the love I have in me for you, I'll do all of it if I get to keep you with me in this life forever, and in the next and the next and the next... I'll do all of it if you never part from me and I never part from you, if we stay until the sun crashes and burns, if we stay until the moon collides.

Nuclear Reaction

Microfic requested sentence: I wish you would look at me like you look at them.

I wish you would look at me like you look at them, even if for one second.

I wish you'd look at me and not have a frown on your face or I wish you would look at me without a scoff on your lips, without a roll of your eyes or with that hatred you have stored in for me.

I just wish for one split second you'd look at me for more than who I've been, for more than my past. I want you to know that I'm repenting for my sins, that I'm grieving for myself, that I'm hurting because you don't even match my eyes.

I don't want you to glare at me instead I want you to look at me across table and pass me a smile, I just want you to even look at me and not ignore me....

I want you to look at me the way you see Hermione or Ron or Ginny or Neville, or any other person because I want you to know that I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the way I hurt you, I'm sorry for the way I treated you in the past but I promise you I'm not the same as I was and I want you to see that.

But I know you won't look at me the way I want you to, you'd only look at her.

I wish you'd look at me the way you look at them but I perhaps would combust like a nuclear reaction.

But deep in my hollow heart, I know that nuclear reaction would be worth it.

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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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Broken hearts in common room

Microfic requested word: Hate

TW- POST TOXIC RELATIONSHIP/

"No, you don't get to say it. You don't. You are the one who fucking did all of this. You are the one who corrupted us. You are the one who suddenly decided that it's best to be apart. So, you don't get show up now and tell me how much you love me or how much it hurt you because you shouldn't get a say in this. You really should not." Harry angrily walking away from Draco. He's never been angry at Draco, never and he always swore that he would never be but tonight, it was all just different, it's all turned different.

"But it was hard,it is, Harry-"

"it sure as hell didn't fucking seem like it when you ended things. You decided to walk away, Draco. You broke up with me on our anniversary for Merlin's sake."

"And I know what I did, I know what I did. Don't you think I'm aware of everything that I ever did but just because I did that does not mean I stopped loving you, at all." Draco sighed, keeping his voice calmer than Harry at least.

"and what am I supposed to do with that information now? What? Oh my god, wow- my ex boyfriend after 1 year chooses to confess to me that he still loves me." Harry let out a sarcastic huff.

"Harry, this is really unfair, alright. You're blaming it all on me- this isn't damning right." He shook his head, "you knew we weren't going anywhere. You knew we needed a break, you knew that it wasn't working out even if we never talked about it. You knew it wasn't going to work. You knew it was hurting us both."

"Yes, I did but I was willing to fight for it, Draco- I was willing to fix our pieces, I was willing to fight the whole goddamn world for you and I wanted to fix things with you, I wanted to figure out with you but you- you walked away. I wanted to love even on the harshest of days. I wanted to love you in everything."

"I did not walk away, Harry-"

"You sure as hell didn't stay either. You told me you needed space and you disappeared from the place in seconds. You didn't even leave a note for me, you didn't explain it to me and the worst part is, you tried to tell it to me through Pansy-"

"Because I knew I would never be able to say all those things to you and look at your face. I knew what I was doing but I didn't want to see you breaking apart. I didn't have it in me back then." Draco sighed, almost pleaded in his voice.

Harry blankly stared at him for a brief moment then as his breathing came back to normal, he said as calmly as he could for the first time in the night, "Please walk away, Draco. It took me months to be fine with everything. I had just stopped blaming myself for everything and I don't need you around to bring it all up again. I can't do this to myself. Please, just leave me alone."

Draco couldn't help the single tear that dropped from his eyes and then he couldn't help at all, he couldn't help all those tears that slipped one after another. He didn't know how wrong he did Harry until this very moment, "Is that really how much you hate me? That you want me walk away? Leave you alone?"

Harry didn't say anything, instead he opened the front door for him and stood beside it.

Draco shook his head and picked up his coat and decided it was best to leave. He walked towards the door and turned to Harry only once and said "I know you think it wasn't real for me, but it was, it really was, every little bit of it. I'm sorry for what I did to you..if I could go back in time, I'd had never left. I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry only hummed and in brief seconds he glanced at Draco before he left and shut the door behind him but the heaviness of everything settled quickly into the room, even outside.

No matter how separated they were, no matter how futile it all seemed, in a world full of broken heart tragedies, they were just another who settled their backs against the door on the opposite end and cried until their hearts bled on the floor in front.

Sometimes, we just hurt people we love the most and love the ones who hurt us the most.

Unfortunately, they were another set of people who hurt each other in ways one could only imagine and love in ways no one could ever.

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Fix it Cake

Microfic req sentence : i don't know I should kiss or punch you in the face

It was a mess.

The whole place was a nerve wrecking, beyond fixable kind of mess. It seemed as if a tornado came into his apartment and Harry was not ready for this. He'd already had a hard enough day at work and the last thing he wanted was to clean the entire place up. It was another stage to all the ever knowing things that were annoying that day.

But then Draco walked out into the living room with a plate in his hand and surprised Harry.

"I made it for you. It's a cake." Draco said cheekily.

Harry sighed, "why would you make that?" and he placed a soft kiss on Draco's cheeks as usual.

"Because 1. You had a hard day from the sounds of it and 2. I really wanted to try this new baking stuff I bought last week."

"You caused a wreck." Harry said taking a bite from the cake and groaning softly in pleasure as soon as he ate.

"yeah- I'm- not gonna clean this up. It's too much, Harry..you should keep your apartment clean you know." Draco teased even when he knew he was the one who did all this.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't know if I should kiss you or punch in the face for making such a good cake but at the same time causing a havoc here."

"I got a solution, kiss me then maybe we'll see about the kissing part. We'll see how it goes." Draco pouted as if he put a lot of thought into thinking that.

Harry chuckled and pulled him closer and kissed his lips softly, "You're annoying, you know that."

"You love me." He said in between the kiss and Harry shook his head because he knew he did.

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Next to you

Microfic requested word: Astronomy

"So, I was on the internet today while I was at work-"

"Okay- please tell me you didn't go on any pirated sites cause you know office keeps tabs."

"Harry, no." Draco shook his head passing Harry the bottle of champagne they stole from their boss's cabinet earlier that evening.

"Fine, innocent prince charming, go on." Harry bowed to Draco with his intoxication primarily vivid in his actions.

"You have a really low alcohol threshold- anyways, so, like I said I was on the internet at work, you know taking my usual 5-10 minutes break before lunch and I came across these really cool but seriously terrifying facts about astronomy- well universe to be more precise." He explained taking the bottle back from Harry and taking a sip and setting it between the both of them.

Harry nodded and with a sigh he laid down on the floor, staring up at the night sky.

Draco looked at Harry for only a moment before Harry asked him to join him and laid beside him as well.

"so, what did you find out?" Harry asked, turning to face Draco a little but he kept looking up at the stars.

"You know the scientific theories about the dinosaurs and the asteroid clash that caused mass extinction- which by the way still seems somehow unrealistic to me- and I know you'll try to say something but save it- so anyways, that mass extinction because of the asteroid can happen again. Astrologers believe that every once in a thousand to millions years, an asteroid of a size as huge as that explodes so technically we're not far from that explosion, which in layman terms means that there is a possibility of asteroid clashing and the discontinuity of our survival but weirdly it's not just that because even stars explode and apparently explosion of stars happen more often than that of asteroids."

"where are you going with all this?" Harry chose to ask.

"Well, what I'm trying to say is- we can die anytime."

"Draco, I hate to break to it to you but you're a little late on that lecture for me. I practically lived that phase for 6 years of my life-"

"No, Harry, you don't get it. This is different. This means discontinuity of existence of not just us, you and me but the entire world, cats, dogs, birds, muggles, wizards, everyone."

Harry this time properly turned to face Draco and Draco did the same.

"Okay."

"Its a scary thought isn't it?" Draco asked.

Harry noticed the little glimmer in Draco's eyes but he didn't want to say anything to make it go away so, he offered him a little smile, "It is."

"Harry, imagine though if that explosion happens right now and you and I right here in this moment die with this cheap stolen bottle of champagne from our boss's office. Imagine that."

"Then, I think I would be most glad to spend my last moments with you." Harry smiled and despite Draco's efforts, he couldn't hide his blushing.

"Actually come to think of it, I'd really ever spend my last moments with you than anyone else."

"Why is that?"

"Because then I would have no regrets. Then I'd know that my last heart beat happened next to you and somewhere that makes me really happy." Harry shrugged.

Draco smiled at Harry, in a way one does when you're in love but not the usual kind of love but the kind of love where you want to spend the rest of your life with that one person. He smiled at him, with love.

And he knew instead of saying something along the lines that he loved him so much, he chose not to, instead he said, "You're such a sap, Harry. Get a hold of yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes but fondly and turned to lay down again, staring up at the sky, "Don't even know why I tried."

Draco let out a laugh but he leaned closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist. He stayed there in his arms, staring up at the stars with him and he knew he didn't need to say it, he didn't need to proclaim it to the world or to anyone else but if the world was to face mass extinction again, Draco knew he'd much rather die next to Harry than anyone else.

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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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Manifesting experiences into writing 😭

On the other side

Microfic word requested: I'm sorry

AU: Harry didn't survive the war

He picked on the green grass aimlessly, almost out of his own consciousness. He had been sitting there for a while, actually he felt like he hadn't moved from that place in months, almost like he never moved but it's not true at all, he moves, he leaves but he comes back around over and over as if it's home. He doesn't know if anyone else knows that he comes here, if anyone ever sees him coming here or if anyone care he comes here but he never gave attention to that thought all that much but maybe somewhere someone knows that he goes and sit over the grass and never says anything but just sit there.

But that day it was different. For the first time it felt like sun has overstayed it's visit, the wind was not cold and the flower's were more alive than they had been for a long time. There was something about that day that was brighter than all the rest of the days, it somehow didn't make him feel alone.

He kept staring at that flower wreath kept just before the engraving,

"Harry Potter 31 July 1980 - 2 May 1998.

There never lived anyone like him."

He doesn't know who keeps that lily wreath there everyday but someone does and he appreciates it. He always liked lilies.

He felt it when he seemed to smile for the first time in months. He didn't understand himself, why he smiled in that moment but he did and he kept smiling until he found himself talking,

"I don't know why I come here," he pauses for a while then continues again, "I think my friend's think I'm crazy or something that I disappear in between the day everyday or I suppose they don't care about it at all." And he paused again, he plucked on the grass again and twirled it in his fingers, then continued, "I think you would've cared."

There was nothing but silence then, nobody who heard him, nobody to talk to but he kept looking at the grave wondering what it'd be like if Harry was still here.

"I wish we could have become friends. I don't suppose you'd ever believe me but I was never that bad, I always hoped you'd had seen that part of me that cared for you behind the curtains. I can't even pin the amount of times I was worried at the thought of you possibly dying almost every year-" and if only he had said that, his breath choked him then, the lump in his throat grew gradually and he fought his voice to say something. He had to say those things today, he had to.

But he never saw the tears coming, but there were.

"I wanted you to know that I cared, you know, that behind everything I really owed you a lot and it kills me that I could never repay you anything back. I- or nobody understands why I come here or why I sit here but I think it's my grief- everything that I couldn't give you... I- I wish you were here," And he chuckles for a moment, "You would really think I'm crazy to say something like this if you were here right now but I really do wish you were here. I want to show you that I've changed, that I've really changed a lot and there's really nobody out there who would see that change in me but you. I think out of everyone I want everyday in my life, you're the most of what I want but it kills me that I can't even see your face anymore. I wasted so much time trying to pretend that I hated you, trying to pretend better I was better than you when all along but I've run out of time, out of course- I- I just really loved you, Harry. I loved you all along. I- i don't wish to live a life where you're not there and there's just so- so much I wish I could fix, I wish it so much that I could save you, I think I could've. I wish it were me who died and not you." He was whimpering holding onto himself, hugging his knees, holding himself closer to his body as he ever could because he needed to feel that warmth, he needed to feel any closeness that just didn't exist anymore but he really wanted it but no matter how much harder he hugged himself, it didn't work because the one he wanted to hug didn't exist anymore. He had died battling for his people..

That day he finally cried and he cried a lot and he told the grave of Harry a lot of things he didn't say to his own self but he did that. All that he grieved was all his love that never got anywhere. He imagines that he just wanted a life with him where they would be happy, he wanted a life where he could show Harry that he could be better, where they were friends or maybe even more If Harry would've wanted it, he imagined a life where Harry lived.. but that life didn't exist, in fact what existed was the mortality of Draco and immortality of his love because he would never love anyone as much as he loved Harry.

He wanted to curse everyone who was responsible for Harry's death, make them suffer but his anger was all the love he never got to show but most of all he was mad at his own self, mad at what he couldn't do, mad that he wasted all of his life when he could've loved Harry.

But none of it made sense anymore, the tears, the anger, the disappointment, the wishes, the hope because Harry wasn't here anymore and that was the only thing Draco had to learn how to make peace with and he perhaps would but right now, he was hurting, he was really hurting and he only hoped that maybe one day that hurting would finally stop.

His whimpers came to a close when the sun started settling and clouds overtook the sky. It was time to go, he had to go back into the castle and pretend again that he was okay when he knew he wasn't but he lingered a few more seconds, stayed seated a couple more seconds but all of it finally came to an end when there was nothing more left to do. He stood up, holding onto his robes closer to his body and in his broken voice he uttered a few simple words,

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry it was you."

And he left with hopes that one day he'd meet him on the other side and then they would be all that they couldn't be.

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In the whole wide world, only you

Fluff

He had been sitting on the couch for the most part of the evening, reading, like he normally did whenever he was alone. He liked the silence in the flat but only the light traffic from outside he could hear, he liked those moments of being alone. He enjoyed them while it lasted and It was one of his silent alone nights until he heard the door open and the keys being kept on the counter with a long sigh and he just knew. He smiled to himself and waited for the man he loved too dearly for his own good to appear at the door of the living room and soon he did.

Harry looked at him with exhaustion before Draco put his book aside on the coffee table and said, "Long day?"

"You wouldn't believe." Harry sighed.

Draco smiled lightly and sunk a little further in the couch to make some space for Harry and opened his arms for him to join, "Come here and tell me all about it."

Harry walked slowly and tiredly towards the couch shaking his head, saying that he didn't want to talk about his day and instantly collapsed over Draco upon reaching the couch, making him laugh,

"You're gonna crush my bones, Harry." He laughed lightly.

"Well, now you know what my insides feel like." He muffled against his chest.

Draco threw his head back a little unable to control his chuckle. He wrapped one of his arms around Harry's torso and the other one in his hair and kissed the top of his head softly, "You're too exhausted, my love."

Harry hummed without moving a single inch.

Draco gazed at him fondly then shifted a little more closer so Harry could be a little more comfortable and ran his hands through his hair.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

Harry only shook his head and slid sideways so he laid beside Draco now.

"Are you sure?" He asked again and Harry shook his head again.

Draco gave up his question then and only wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed his forehead again, "You really don't want to talk about today?"

Harry shook his head, "I just wanna stay here with you and cuddle and forget the world exists." Harry replied closing his eyes and cuddling into Draco.

Draco smiled and nodded, "Fine then, we'll stay here as long as you want and forget the world ever existed."

Draco wrapped one his arms around Harry's body, pulling him closer while with his other hand he turned the recorder on, Can't help Falling in love by Elvis played instantly and he turned his volume just by a notch. He drew small circles on Harry's back and whispered soft reassurances to him like he often did, telling him to not work so much while Harry only hummed and even though Draco knew Harry wasn't actually listening, he almost never did yet he still would tell him because he knew Harry needed to hear those words.

That was the thing about their love, those unspoken words, the understanding in coming home at night and just staying there with each other. Their love wasn't made out of glass or metal or anything, hell they didn't even care about what it was made of because it didn't matter. In that moment, in that time, they loved each other more than they have ever loved anyone else and that's all that ever mattered. Their happiness was in coming home to being two arms wrapped around each other and soft music playing until they would fell asleep right there on the couch and it didn't have to make sense to the rest of the world because their world was right here, in that apartment they bought together and that was all that mattered.

What a 5 minute idea turned into

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Till the sun burns and moon shines

It was in that one moment before he left when his eyes met mine and in that one gaze he said everything he couldn't find the words to say to me. His eyes poured the agony of having to walk away, the hurt, the pain, the ache, the grief of it the tainted history they'll carry.

I never thought we'd meet this end, one last looks kind of end. I always thought if there's one person who's meant to go down forever, it'll be with him but life plays one card so cruelly and from winning the game, you end up losing it all, just one last flip, just one sign, one number of a card that changes everything. For us, it was me forcing him to fall out of love with me.

But I think he knew that I forced him to leave me, I think he knew I never meant when I said I didn't love him anymore because he knows I'll never stop loving him but everything stands against us but Harry, if you don't know this, I hope when you met my eyes, I hope you learnt the words that never left my lips. I hope I told you in my gaze that we were just two people who were meant to meet but never meant to work out, that we were just a product of the right person at the wrong time, I hope I told you that I'll love and cherish everything you ever gave me and I'll never meet anyone like you, that I'll always, always love you and there will never be anybody else, that even if I cross your path one day know that I still love you, that in my dreams it'll only ever be you, that if I wish upon the moons and the stars and the infinity, it's you I'm wishing for but we were not meant to work out.

But if by chance, life flips me again, gives me another card and gives me one more chance, gives us one more chance, I'll take it and change our fate and that time I hope you take it too, until then you belong with someone else but I'll be yours, for as long as the sun burns and the moon shines.

(yes, I'm still alive, just trying to fix my life somehow)

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As December starts tomorrow, here's a list of microfics I'll be working on this month.

1. Forest

2. Church

3. Snow globe

4. Great hall

5. Concert

6. Waffles

7. Car

8. The Weasley burrow

9. Sun

10. Champagne

11. Maroon

12. Snow

13. Paris

14. Blackout

15. Fireplace

16. Seashell

17. War

18. Vineyard

19. Clockwork

20. Rockfeller centre

21. New beginnings

22. Golden

23. Temptation

24. Proposal

25. Cardigan

December generally tends to become that one month for me where I'm too nostalgic for my own good and like last year, I wanted to write some December prompts. I'm really looking forward to writing these prompts as regularly as possible because I genuinely miss writing a lot because I've realised I've almost stopped doing due to my general life. As usual my inbox would be open for any requests, anything that may come to your mind and I'm looking forward to this.. Much love<3

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A Christmas away from home

Word 1: Forest

"Just a little bit more. Watch your foot, try not to trip." Harry said as he held onto Draco with a blindfold around his eyes.

"Whatever it is, I hope it's as good for all the struggle you're putting me through." Draco said as he took a cautious step.

They walked a little bit more to what Draco could only assume was a forest until they finally came to a halt and Harry softly took off Draco's blindfold.

Harry stood beside Draco for a moment as he took it all in before he stepped ahead and started, "I know it's not a lot. I could only ask Pansy for so much help and I know this won't be as sophisticated as your Christmas but I wanted to give you your own sophisticated celebration with just the two of us so we can have our own type of Christmas celebration."

The thing was, this year Draco was unable to go back home for Christmas because of the ongoing court procedures still running around after the war. Both Draco and his parents believed that it would be better if he didn’t come home that year but It came up only a few days ago in a conversation while they were in the great hall after hours when Draco finally said the the reason he was sad is because he couldn't go home for the holidays and despite being at home wasn’t the best, he liked the warm feeling of decorating christmas tree, hanging around decorations, having a small party of their own and how it is the one day of the year he enjoyed being at home the most because nobody said anything to him. He misses all of that. 

Harry came forward and took Draco’s hands in his both his hands and said, “Look, I know this isn’t the same. It probably is not even half as close to the party you may have or the christmas tree may not be as giant as your house but I just couldn’t see you being bummed out because of it.”

“Harry- this is- Why?” Draco couldn’t bring himself to say anything else. 

“Why what?” 

“Why would you do this? And how? Like I just don’t get it.” Draco fumbled with his own words because he was too overwhelmed. 

Harry chuckled, “Because I wanted you to feel at home for Christmas and I’m quite seriously dying to listen that I am unfunny as hell and you haven’t said that in a week.” 

Draco gave him a small chuckle and then turned away from Harry as tears glimmered in his eyes. 

“Draco,” Harry softly said as he hugged Draco from behind, nuzzling his face into his neck, comforting him and he said after a while, “Will you celebrate Christmas with me?” 

Draco finally nodded, pushing away the happy tears that came in his eyes. 

“Shall we?” Harry asked when Draco finally turned around and he took Draco’s hand in his own again and intertwined them together. Draco nodded and they walked around the small area Harry had decorated with golden fairy lights, a very small christmas tree and a table in the center with bunch of candles lit over it. 

“So, how is this going to work?” Draco finally asked as he took all of it in. 

“I’m glad you asked. First, we’ll have dinner which by the way, I did not cook because you and I both know that I am a terrible cook sometimes and I didn’t want to risk a perfect evening. Next, we’ll actually hang a bunch of stuff on that small Christmas tree, then I’ll show the gifts I bought you, and then I have a little surprise for you and that would be the last thing for the evening and finally end today with a kiss.” Harry explained thoroughly. 

“I can’t believe you’ve inserted kissing as a part of your masterplan, Harry.” Draco smiled. 

“Monsieur, kissing is the most essential part of the evening.” Harry said emphasizing the from the sentence with almost too much pride that Draco wondered how much could he possibly love this man without any reason but there seemed no end. 

And as planned, they did all the things Harry had planned for the evening, from dinner to gifts that Draco promised to give Harry the next morning, until it came to the final surprise for the evening. 

“So, what’s the surprise?” Draco asked as he stepped closer to Harry and ran his hand through his hair. 

Harry visibly blushed but composed himself too soon and accioed the brooms. 

“Ever since you took time off Quidditch, I’ve felt very lonely about playing Quidditch because I have no opponent I like but I’ve noticed how much you miss flying and I know that its your favourite thing in the world,So,” Harry took a pause and bought Draco’s hands close and kissed it softly and continued, “Will you do me the honour of flying with me this evening?” 

Draco looked at Harry for a moment longer than two, feeling his heart beat louder and his heart growing fonder and fonder for this boy with the most atrocious hair he could ever come across but damn him, he was feeling too many things for Harry at once that he doubted if it was humanly possible to do so. 

He smiled at Harry and then nodded his head, “I’d be very happy to fly with you, Harry Potter.” 

Harry grinned back and handed one of the brooms to Draco and he himself took one before both of them mounted it and took off in the air. 

They flew far high in the air and in circles, screaming and laughing all it off for far too long until they naturally grew tired and came to a halt next to each other, hanging mid air. 

Draco let out a long breath, still smiling, “I never realised how beautiful Hogwarts look from up here.” 

Harry smiled as well, “Hogwarts has always been beautiful, its just that this is the first time you’re encountering it during the best time of the year.” 

“How do you know this?”

“I came here once during the 6th year, I was just flying to get things clear off my mind when I saw this. Its astonishing really how you can be around something for so long but never realise how beautiful or good it really is.” Harry said. 

It was true honestly. Hogwarts looked the most beautiful castle in the whole world at the moment and it wasn’t just about the castle, it was about everything in and out, the lights, the snow, hogsmeade, the giant Christmas tree, it all looked so beautiful and Draco couldn’t believe he has never seen it before. But the most beautiful thing at the time was being in the air with Harry. 

Draco kept looking at Harry so fondly for so long that he forgot he had to even look away all the while wondering how did he ever get so lucky until Harry said something about how they should probably go back to the ground. He was in love, not just with him but every little thing, things he does, this moment, being here for Christmas, Hogwarts, with Christmas and for the first time, he finally felt like he belonged somewhere and it was this moment, he belonged to every moment with Harry. 

When they finally hit the ground, Harry took away Draco’s broom and his own and leaned it against the tree. Draco sensed the silence in the moment and used it as an opportunity to let everything out of his heart. 

“Harry?” 

Harry turned around and came to stand just in front of Draco, “Yes, love.” 

Draco melted and he let out the biggest smile he could ever pull off and without thinking he kissed Harry. Somewhere he thinks he was waiting for this moment all evening but he finally did it and it felt like snow melting away in the sun. It felt like the perfect moment, the perfect time, everything just perfect and that person Draco was kissing, the most perfect of them all. 

When they finally separated, Draco smiled at Harry still holding onto his neck and spoke so softly, “I loved all of it today. You have no idea how much all of this meant to me and being able to spend all this time with you, celebrating tonight with you, it was the most perfect thing ever and you made it all so perfect, so, I think I want to say thankyou but much more than that I want to say I love you, in the most real and pure way. I wouldn’t have Christmas any other way.” 

Harry smiled back at Draco and gave him a little peck on the cheek and said, “I love you, too and it has never felt more real than now.” 

They stood there for a few more minutes holding onto each other until the clock stroke midnight and they decided that it’d be the best to go back inside before the snowfall begins again. 

They were finally walking hand in hand towards the castle when Draco finally said one last thing of the evening, “By the way, Harry, Quidditch is no longer my favourite thing in the world, its you.” 

And Harry could only smile, “And you’re mine.”  

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Remember everything

Word 2: Church

He softly grazes the top of the wooden bench as he breathes deeply.

There's always been some sort of peace he finds in sitting inside the church after hours when nobody comes inside, when it's almost closing down and the bell starts ringing for midnight. He thinks maybe it comes from being brought to church when he was a little boy and would sit quietly. Even as a little kid, he knew it was the most peaceful place in the world and today, he could use some peace.

Somehow the war was not ending. It was growing incredibly harder and harder to stay inside the manor with Voldemort practically living in one of the quarters making all of their lives miserable but what option did he have. He couldn't run away, he couldn't step back, he couldn't fight back, he was pretty much helpless and out of all of this, he was worried sick about Harry.

The ministry was very stuck on trying to find Harry, no.1 wanted criminal but wherever Harry was hiding, it was better that way.

But tonight Draco felt lonely. He remembers the last Christmas he had with Harry and he wishes he could go back in time and live that day over and over again, just because it was the last perfect moment they had.

"I bought you something." Harry said giving a calming smile.

"You really didn't have to, Harry." Draco insisted. Harry had already given him 2 gifts and he was worried Harry might just never stop.

"This is the last one, I promise." Harry said.

Draco sighed and then nodded, "Show me then.".

Harry smiled again and he fetched a small box from his pocket and opened it.

It was a small locket of a snitch.

"This is a replica of the snitch we followed in our first match. I couldn't think of anything but we both love quidditch and we do have some weird recollection of trying to catch the snitch against each other the first time. I want you to have this, as something to remember me by." Harry explained.

Draco was immediately about to cut Harry off and say something like, they don't need remembering or anything but Harry cut him off to that.

"I don't want to be negative but just look at my history. There's somebody inside the castle who's trying to kill Dumbledore and have me for Voldemort. It's always been clear that one day I'll have to face voldemort and I have a feeling that it'll come sooner than I imagined. I always get in trouble every year and you say I have survival instincts of a cat but I'm not trying to be funny- it's just, we both know that this relationship is not bound to be forever, you and I have always been aware of it but I don't want either one of us to forget this. So, this locket represents that I won't forget you and I hope you won't forget me either." Harry said almost too sadly at the end.

Draco felt overwhelmed, a lot. He wasn't a man of many emotions but right now his heart felt so heavy that he wanted to cry. It deeply saddened him because he was firstly betraying Harry and he could never find the courage in himself to tell Harry the truth but also because he knew that he would be the reason why the relationship would end and it would end very soon.

He looked at Harry for a moment then shook his head, "Harry, no matter what, no matter what goes down, I want you to know that I will always remember you, always love you."

But he knew it'd be their last Christmas.

"I love you too, Draco. I'll always remember you and always remember how you loved me."

Draco smiled sadly at Harry then turned away for a moment to discard his thoughts about telling him the complete truth but he knew the damage it'd do to Harry, so he chose not to. He finally said, "Put it around my neck."

And Harry did and they laughed a bit about how it ruined Draco's aesthetics but also fit quite right in but they enjoyed the last few moments in that forest, the togetherness, the warmth, the embrace before the fall.

Until Draco finally touched the locket and said, "I'm never taking it off, ever. I'll carry it with me forever."

And he meant it.

Sitting in that Church in silence, exactly a year after it happened, he traced the locket in his hand, ran circles around it and shed a tear. He rested his head against the bench and whimpered wishing Harry safety and comfort and he just hoped that Harry was still alive. He wanted Harry to win the war so badly. He needed Harry to win the war so they could finally be together again. He needed Harry to win the war for the whole wizarding world, for past, present and the future, for everything.

He stayed there a while until it was too late and the lights were starting to turn off and he knew he should leave but he needed to do one last thing.

He took out his wand and cast a patronus.

"Find him and tell him to be safe. Tell him, I miss him tonight the most and that I love him more than life itself. Tell him, I still remember everything and I always will."

And the patronus went right through the window and the final lights shut off casting darkness inside the whole church. Draco stood up as he heard Christmas Carol going off somewhere and thought about approaching those voices. It came from behind the streets and he looked at the choir sing from the far corner, not to be seen by anyone. He was about to leave and go back to the manor when a bright blue flamed stag patronus came in front of him and said nothing but went right through where Draco's locket rested and Draco needed no other words.

He walked back home holding the locket close to his chest, "I remember everything."

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Under the Christmas tree

Word 3: snow globe

"I'm sorry I'm late" Harry hurriedly said as he closed the door behind him, almost shivering and hanging his coat in the stand, "There was this huge truck that just wouldn't move."

Draco immediately helped Harry with the coat and took Harry's hands in his own and warmed them up.

Harry smiled but they both knew they didn't have a lot of time.

"You're not that late but we only have 5 minutes before he runs down the stairs and starts singing Feliz Navidad or Merry Christmas all over again." Draco kept his tone hushed.

"Did you get it?" Draco finally asked as they moved towards the living room.

Harry held out the package from the other hand and showed it to Draco who took it immediately and skimmed through the bag.

"Now all we have to do is set it under the tree." Draco said and they did exactly that.

And in 2 minutes Teddy came running down the stairs singing Merry Christmas while Harry and Draco pretended to be asleep in their room. So, when Teddy reached the tree, they both knew how excited he was but they said nothing until he came running into their room and started jumping on the bed.

"Teddy, what is it?" Harry asked as he shuffled through for his glasses, turning on the lamp along side.

"The gifts, Uncle Harry. See the gifts." Teddy excitedly sat down between the both of them and started showing his small hands full of gifts.

Draco got up from his fake sleep as well and pushed himself towards the head of the bed and took Teddy in his lap.

"Excited to see your gifts?" Draco smiled and teddy instantly nodded.

"Which one shall we open first?" Harry asked sweetly.

Teddy pointed out a random one and they opened that first, then they opened the next and next until only was left and they finally opened it as well.

It was a snow globe.

"My fourth snow globe. Santa remembered!" Teddy exclaimed as he got all the more excited by the second to take it into his hands.

"Be careful Teddy. It might break." Harry said as he carefully handed him the globe and Teddy took it as carefully as possible and watched it with so much endearment that it warmed both of their hearts.

It was the same gift they had put under the tree at the last minute because they knew how much these snow globes meant to Teddy.

It started out when Harry first came to pick up Teddy from his grandparents and noticed that the only thing Remus and Tonks left behind as a legacy was a snow globe, ever since that day Harry decided that every Christmas he'd buy Teddy a snow globe in return for Remus' and Tonks love he could never get as much.

"I'm going to go and put this on my shelf." Teddy said and immediately took it from Harry's hand and ran back upstairs leaving all the rest of the gifts behind.

It was beautiful to see that he only ever cared for the snow globe, that it was the only gift that held the most meaning even to a 4 year child.

Draco embraced Harry in that moment, bringing him closer in a cuddle and putting away the gifts aside and smiled at him.

"You do an awfully good job at giving Teddy everything he ever needs."

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"Do you think Remus would be happy at the thought of us raising Teddy together?" Harry asked.

Draco thought for a while and then said, "I think he'd be incredibly proud of us pushing past our history and deciding to raise Teddy as our own."

Harry smiled, "I think he'd be proud of us too."

He kissed Draco one last time before he turned off the lights knowing exactly that he'd never find anyone better for raising Teddy with.

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New beginnings

Word 4: great hall

'meet me in the great hall at midnight. <3. DM.'

Harry unfolded up the note, checking the timing once again before keeping it back in the pocket. He sneaked past the only few students in the common room and past the gates and approached the Great Hall.

Honestly, Harry had absolutely no idea why Draco called him, after hours especially at midnight when they literally met in the afternoon after Potions. It seemed sort of weird but Harry wasn't placing any bets on anything, to think of it, Draco has been acting a little weird lately anyways and upon asking, he's never said anything, so maybe tonight would be just that.

He walked past empty corridors and finally opened the doors of the Great Hall softly and shut it behind him.

"Draco?" Harry called out.

The Hall was still lit up so he could see around the place at once but Draco was nowhere in sight until the door opened again and he saw Draco walk in.

"Sorry, I'm late. You didn't have to wait for long? Did you?" Draco asked but Harry shook his head.

"What are we doing here? It's way past hours." Harry said with some hand motions.

Draco sighed then continued, "Okay, you know how you've been suspicious that I've been hiding something from you lately or been acting weird?"

"Yeah, it's pretty evident because you walked into the classroom without your robe on and then ran right out to get when you actually never forget wearing the robes because you pretend to be all cool by not choosing to wear the school sweater but you know-"

"Yeah, yeah I get your point." Draco cut him off.

"Get to the point." Harry insisted, shivering a little bit.

"You're cold?" Draco asked but before Harry could answer, he cast a warming spell and Harry's shivering almost went away immediately.

"Draco- why are we here?" Harry asked again.

"You know how you mentioned the other day that you never had a chance to decorate a Christmas tree because your holidays were always far from normal before the war and then you said you've never seen anyone actually decorating the Great Hall tree and you wondered who did it, it's the house elves by the way but this year- we get to do it." Draco explained.

Harry frowned, "You mean students?"

Draco shook his head with a sigh, "No, you and me."

"Why?" Harry asked almost confused.

Draco took a step closer and took Harry's hand's in his own, "because you won't admit it but you hate that you've missed out on the normal parts of celebrations. You've never had a good childhood and you know it and you've always dealt with one thing or the another. You've missed out on being able to enjoy the parts of actually doing thing's before days of Christmas and I see it in you when you say you've never actually heard a choir singing Carol's in front of you or been drunk at a party or just having a fun time watching a Christmas movie or something and Harry, if I could give you one chance at trying to remotely feel what it's like to be in Christmas feels, I'd do anything for it, for you,"

Harry took his words in for a long moment before he smiled at Draco, "You saying all of this and understanding everything means everything to me, Draco. Your gesture is enough you know-"

"No, but we're decorating this tree our own way. We have no choice."

"Why do we have no choice?"

"I quite literally begged the house elves to let us do it. They apparently like doing this but I suppose you can say I bribed all of them with something or the other, so now they've all settled into not decorating it. So, basically we have to do it, whether we want it or not because I'd rather not be killed by a bunch of house elves." Draco explained very monotonously that it made Harry laugh.

"They're not very easy to bribe you know." Draco added.

Harry nodded and kissed Draco's cheek, "You're the most adorable person I know."

"Harry Potter, I'm not adorable. Please, no." Draco pulled off his fake offended look to which Harry rolled his eyes fondly and kissed Draco on the lips.

"You're still adorable." Harry said after the kiss.

"Fine, but only because you call me that." Draco caved in unable to control his blush.

Harry smiled at him then said, "So, shall we decorate the tree?"

Draco nodded.

And they spent an hour there decorating the Christmas tree, all the while Draco putting away thing's Harry was hanging because "it didn't match the aesthetic" and Harry hanging it up regardless but they liked doing it together. They liked the idea of being alone after hours and doing something that was actually fun and somewhat beautiful but most of all, they were doing something Harry missed out on so many years and it was a start of a new beginning. New beginnings they got to make on their own and being able to start those new beginnings with each other was the best part of all of it.

When they were finally done, they stood hand in hand a few feet away from the tree and looked at their work with smiles all over their faces.

"This is actually pretty good." Draco finally said turning to Harry who was already looking at Draco.

"What?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head, "Just looking at you."

"why?"

"Because you're the only person who's given this all that much thought and I can't believe that I get to love you everyday. I'm just so lucky." Harry smiled.

Draco smiled at Harry then turned to face him, "I'm the lucky one. What you've done and what you do, it's incredible, Harry. If anyone's the lucky one, it's me. This is the smallest thing I could've ever done." He said as he kissed his forehead softly.

Harry embraced Draco in a hug after that, cuddling into him, "I still loved it. Thank you, Draco."

Draco kissed the top of Harry's head again and said, "Anything for you, Harry. You deserve the world."

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