RAISING HARRY WIP, PT II +

RAISING HARRY WIP, PT II 🐺⭐️+⚡️

*cries uncontrollably*

"I can explain that." Draco stands at their bedroom door, barefoot, sounding as though he's apologizing, as though he's expecting anger, or worse, mockery.

Harry doesn't understand why. As he sits on their bed, the paper between his hands, the drawer where he found it still open, he doesn't understand why. He looks at the neat handwriting, the loop around the H of his name, then up at him.

He knows him too well. Knows the wide grey eyes, the trembling fingers, the careful way in which he holds himself when he's bracing for hurt. Knows him, knows his heart, knows his doubts, knows where he comes from.

So that's why.

"Oh, Draco"

"It's not — it's not in a weird way. You weren't meant to see it." But Harry does see it. He looks a moment away from leaping to snatch the paper, takes a hesitant step forward, floorboards creaking beneath his feet. "I made that for me. To remember."

"Why would you forget? Have I not been — ?" And that thought, once formed, brings him swiftly to his feet, to meet Draco in the middle of the room.

"No! No, Harry, you've been ... it's not about ..." He huffs, frustrated, but evidently less nervous than the previous moment, his fingers tight around Harry's. "This is how I do things. You know? I have to. It's not about you. I still wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and imagine you might have — that it might have all been just ... I have to remind myself, about sixty times a day, and it would be unfair to ask you to do it for me when you've been so wonderful so I, I." He stops. Pants. "I have a technique. I do this. When I feel that way, I read this, and I remember."

Harry's heart is somewhere near his throat.

"I can tell you. I don't mind telling you. Sixty, a hundred times a day."

He looks down at the paper, clutched between their joined hands.

Harry's here.

Harry's real.

Harry loves me.

Harry's not going to leave me.

He's here.

"I'm here."

this was written for @drarrymicrofic prompt - technique

Draco: ARE YOU-

Pansy: fucking.

Draco: KIDDING ME!? YOU-

Pansy: fucking.

Draco: IDIOT!

Hermione: ...what was that?

Pansy: oh Harry banned Draco from swearing so i’m helping him out.

Harry *from the other room*: PANSY STOP IT OR I’ll-

Pansy whilst already running towards the door: whoops gotta go!

I'm dying

DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO DURMSTRANG DRACO

On a Snowy Day🍏⚡