More Signs Of Love

More Signs of Love

Draco’s hands hurt, too much to move them, too much to sign his words. He looked at Harry with an expression of pure misery, and resigned himself to having to use actual words to express his emotions. His throat ached at the mere thought.

He didn’t want to. Didn’t want to speak. What was the point of using words he couldn’t hear? Saying things that had no meaning? But there is was no other way for him to communicate his wants and needs to Harry. At least not at this moment in time.

Except there was. And Harry being Harry showed him. So, before Draco could use his words, or push past the pain of regrowing bones to force his hands to sign words, Harry did something that turned Draco’s world upside down and inside out.

Harry lowered the wards around his mind, dropped them all of them all at once, every single layer of protection. He silently and without so much as a warning bared his mind and soul to Draco, giving it to him for the taking, presenting it on a silver platter.

And because Draco was an extremely skilled Legilimens, he felt it, felt the protective walls crumble. Draco felt the tug, felt the almost irresistible desire to explore but he resolutely held back, refused to enter Harry’s mind, even though it was right there, open and vulnerable.

He shook his head, closed his eyes.

But Harry’s hands cupped his cheeks, caressed him with such love. Harry simply held his face in a tender embrace. Draco’s eyes opened of their own accord but he couldn’t stop blinking furiously to try and combat the urge to cry. It was all too much, too overwhelming.

He drew in a shaky breath and when Harry smiled encouragingly, Draco’s heart stuttered to a halt.

“It’s okay, my love, I want you to.”

Draco couldn’t tell whether Harry was only moving his lips, mouthing the words or whether there was sound involved, but he didn’t care, couldn’t focus.

Harry opened his mind a little further and when he leant in to press a soft and lingering kiss to Draco’s forehead, Draco felt himself slip. He entered Harry’s mind, drawn inside by the gentle invitation and the sweetness of Harry’s kiss, and closing his eyes, he focused.

Hello my love, there you are.

Harry’s voice rang in Draco’s head and a wretched sob tore itself from the very centre of Draco’s core. He could hear Harry, could hear the sound of his voice, the tenderness with which he spoke, the deep warmth and care he infused his words with, the love and kindness, the goodness of it all.

Draco cried and his body shook with it, the sensations, the experience of sharing a mental link with Harry, of actually hearing his voice for the first time ever, it was too much. Half of Draco wanted to pull away, to cut the connection and reinforce his own walls, but he couldn’t, didn’t have the strength to leave this newly-found haven.

Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, he thought, knowing that he sounded desperate. I beg you talk to me. Never stop. Talk to me. Draco wept as he spoke.

Harry’s warm and amused laughter thrummed through Draco’s veins, set him alive.

Let me tell you a story, my love.

Draco prayed to every deity in existence that Harry would tell him a never-ending story because there was no hope in hell he’d ever be able to get enough of hearing Harry’s voice, even if it wasn’t actually real.

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marlene: NO

sirius: marls, just admit it, you are broke

marlene: I AM NOT

dorcas: marls darling

marlene: I STILL HAVE A RAILROAD

remus: no you don't, that card is mine

regulus: *who has been trying to sleep harry for 25 min now* will you please keep it down?

marlene: BLACK THEY ARE TRYING TO RUIN ME

harry: *starts crying*

regulus: I don't care, this is the last time we are hosting game night

james: but-

regulus: *carrying his baby to the room* L A S T T I M E

They will start a book club now.

continuing inktober *sigh* day 16 ‘compass’

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I can't write fics, but can someone write this please:

After losing his best friend James to the zombies 3 months ago, Sirius is the last surviving human to his knowledge in this apocalypse.

After managing to escape a mob and find an abandoned gas station to hide in, Sirius discovers a zombie had managed to follow him. Panicking and trapped in a corner, Sirius launches himself at the zombie and bites him. Sirius backs away and watches as it slowly turns back to a human.

"How did you know that would work?" the man asked.

"I didn't, I panicked," Sirius explained confused, "I'm, uuh, Sirius," he cautiously reached out his hand

"Remus," the man replied as he took his hand.

That was actually a lot more than I thought it would be, but could someone please write this?

Harry and George ship is one of my favorite Harry Potter ships. But, I can never find anything on it, and don't know what to call it. I've seen a few posts that reference it and would love to see more. Somebody please help me!!