Conflagration

Conflagration

“Burn it.”

“Are you sure?”

Grey eyes, heavy. “It means nothing to me. Not now.”

Harry tightened his grip, he’d need his wand for this—a gesture wouldn’t be enough. Incendio wasn’t usually used for something this big, but Draco’s hurt hardened Harry’s will.

Malfoy Manor burned, stone to ash.

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘burn it’

draco: malfoys don’t get sick

harry: *feeding him pumpkin soup* of course they don’t love, now open up

Draco Malfoy and Scorpius Malfoy

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The boy… is he dead?

Draco, but his Sectumsempra scars are made of washi tape? 😱

Okay so... uhhh... I tried? XDDD

oui oui we

draco threw his bag on the floor and dropped, defeated, into a chair at the kitchen table, elbows on the tabletop, the heels of his hands boring into his sunken eyes. he couldn’t bring himself to move when someone knocked on the front door, but he realized a moment later it was harry as he let himself in.

warm, worn hands found the tension between his shoulders and neck moments later and a voice whispered close to his ear asking what was wrong.

draco groaned and a string of french, unintelligible even to himself, escaped his lips.

“my love, you’ll have to elaborate.” harry sat in the chair next to draco’s and tugged on his forearm to make him look up. begrudgingly, draco complied and sighed deeply.

“work is awful, harry. nothing is going my way and… and no one can see… it’s just…”

harry kissed his cheek. “tea first?” draco nodded.

later, in the sitting room, draco told him everything. the way draco had messed up at work and how behind he was and how people in the street kept muttering insults under their breath when they passed by and finally how he couldn’t sleep at night because his mind just wouldn’t shut off.

pulling draco’s feet into his lap and squeezing his ankle, harry didn’t hesitate to respond, “we’ll work it out. i’m sorry things are so tough right now and i wish you didn’t have to be so stressed, but we’ll get through this, love.”

“we? it’s not your issue, harry.”

“of course we. you and me? we’re a team, draco. what’s on your plate is on mine as well.”

and if draco hadn’t been emotional before, he certainly was now. “you’re too good for me. i can’t understand why you’re still here.”

harry made draco look at him, a finger under his chin. “because i love you. and i’m not too good for you. we’re fit together perfectly. don’t insult me by insinuating i’d date down.” he winked. and draco laughed away the dormant sob in his chest. and they kissed until everything did start to feel better.