Here's An Advice To Not Be Me, Never Try To Fit In The Titles Of Being Perfect. That's Just Backstabbing

Here's an advice to not be me, never try to fit in the titles of being perfect. That's just backstabbing yourself.

Harry James potter in 3rd year : I hate you malfoy. Die in hell !!

Harry James potter in 8th year : I hate you malfoy , now come to bed !!

Jeez, you guys are just phenomenal people

Singleness and Sickness

I was struck by single parent drarry vibes and... here we are. Sickfic. Thanks to @rockmarina for all the incredible help! Also on AO3

The floo chimed at precisely 14:27, and if he hadn’t been so preoccupied preventing a human pile-up in his living room, Harry would have jumped for joy.

It was Saturday. A day of no school. A day for family. A day—theoretically—for lie-ins. But, as with every other Saturday since Albus had begun school, within only a few hours, his youngest son had crept up on him—this time whilst he was using the little boys room; he’d almost missed the toilet he'd jumped so badly—and lamented the fact he missed his best friend, bottom lip dangerously aquiver. So, once again, Harry had been forced to call Malfoy to ask if Scorpius could come to tea. He really should start pre-arranging these things. But thankfully, at long last, Scorpius was arriving, meaning Harry could finally stop worrying Albus was accidentally going to set James’ head on fire… Like he'd done last time...

The green flames had barely receded before Albus had surged forward and grabbed the hand of the still dizzy Mini-Malfoy.

“Hi Mr Harry!” Scorpius chirped, barely sparing Harry a glance as Albus dragged him away. “Thank you for having me! And thanks Papa, see you later!”

“Honestly,” Harry smirked, shaking his head as the pair scurried away. “You’d have thought they’d been apart for a month, not 17 hours.”

“It's eighteen, actually,” Malfoy muttered so quietly he was barely audible.

“Oh, of course, how silly of me. That extra hour makes all the difference.”

“It does, Potter,” Malfoy sighed, a bone-weary exhausted sound that was nothing like the sarcastic remark he’d usually make.

“What’s up with you?” Harry rounded on him. “Oh my god, Malfoy, you look like hell! What are you doing here?”

“I’b fide,” he rasped, watery eyes shuttering closed as he pinched the bridge of his ruby nose.

“Sure. And I’m tall and blonde. Sit down, for heaven’s sake, you look like you’re about to keel over.”

“It’s just a cold, Potter,” Malfoy protested, shuffling towards the sofa all the same. “I just deed sobe Pepper-up add I’ll be right as raid id do tibe—ohhh.” He all but crumpled into the sofa.

“You know, when you sound like you’re having an orgasm from just sitting down, it slightly undermines your claims, Malfoy,” Harry said, raising an eyebrow to the pathetic excuse for a glare being shot his way.

“I’b—”

“An idiot, yes, I’m aware. Why didn’t you just say you were ill? I’d have come and picked him up. You know what,” Harry waved his hand as Malfoy opened his mouth. “Don’t answer. It’s not worth it. Just stay there while I make you some tea and grab you some Pepper-up, and then you can go rest in the spare room until you’ve recovered.”

“I dod’t deed—”

“This is not a discussion, Malfoy. And for the love of God, put this on, you’re shaking like a leaf.”

Throwing a blanket his way, Harry rolled his eyes once again and set about collecting everything he needed, muttering under his breath the whole time. If it wasn’t for the fact that the twat looked like he was about to permanently melt into the sofa, Harry would have happily hurled the vial at his head.

“Here,” he thrust the tea and Pepper-up none-too-patiently at him. “And don’t you dare think about protesting.”

“Fide,” Malfoy grouched, accepting the potion with a wince. “Thadk you, Potter.”

“You’re welcome. Now be a good boy and drink your tea.”

Smirking at the watery glare Malfoy gave him, Harry left to set up the spare room—double checking the boys were playing nicely along the way—before returning to collect his now coughing and spluttering charge.

“Would you mind dying a little more quietly? You’re kind of ruining the happy aura I’ve worked hard to create in my home.”

“Fuck you, Potter,” Malfoy gasped.

“I’d say ‘fuck me yourself, you coward’ but you definitely won’t have the energy for that.” His smirk widened to a grin as splutters anew abounded. “Come on; bedtime.”

“Potter, really, I do appreciate it, but I—”

“Never know when to ask for help and are too uptight of an arsehole to accept it when you need it?” Harry asked innocently. Malfoy just glared.

“Thought so. Get up the stairs.”

*

He hadn’t meant to fall asleep—he hadn’t even meant to lay down. He’d just planned to sit and enjoy the quiet for an hour or so before feigning a full recovery and relieving Potter of his nursing duties. Yet as soon as Potter had left him in the soft, cosy room, somehow, head had found pillow, quilt had become cocoon, and all had gone dark. Now, Merlin only knew how much later, the chinks of light framing the window had disappeared and all was quiet.

Bollocks. There'd be no escape from Potter's smug smirk now.

Still, he had to admit as he pulled himself up, out of bed, and attempted to tame his sleep-mussed hair—did those strands at the back need to stand on end every chance they got?—the sleep had done him good. Gone was the pressure in his sinuses and the aches and pains that had ravaged him, and no more did the thought of facing the exuberant Potter-brood fill him with dread. Though, given that he didn't have a clue where his son was, a rowdy James, sneaky Albus, and happily squealing Lily were the least of his worries. He knew Scorpius would be fine, of course—Potter was nothing if not an attentive and loving father. But even with Albus to distract him, he could be an anxious child, and he wouldn't have anticipated the sudden change of plans.

With a final ineffective smooth of his rumpled t-shirt, he descended downstairs—thankfully far quicker than he’d managed to ascend them— and was pleased to find the world no longer began spinning after 10 seconds. But after a thorough check of every room, he was no closer to finding Scorpius or any of the Potters.

The entire floor was deserted, silent as a mouse hiding from a prowling kneazle, and tidy to boot. Sure, there was evidence of a colouring session, an enthusiastic sword-fight, and a family meal having taken place, but everything had been stacked into little piles or already washed and left to dry, like someone had gone setting the house to rights. Like he did every night after Scorpius had gone to bed. Which could only mean the day was over. Which was ludicrous, surely. He'd barely blinked! And he had a child to take home and put to bed, and a chicken for dinner defrosting on the side, and a load of laundry to finish!

Tripping back up the darkened staircase, sounds of soft laughter drew him further into the house, towards a door decorated with baby hippogriffs; clearly the boys' room. If he didn't know better, Draco would have sworn Potter had convinced his sons to adore the things for a bloody good laugh. But as the unmistakable sounds of a bedtime story trickled into the hallway and he caught a glimpse of the scene inside, even his hatred for the hippoglets flitting to and fro dangerously close to his privates couldn't stop him from grinning.

In the middle of the floor stood a proud—if haphazardly thrown together—blanket fort, offering cozy shelter to the entire Potter family and his son. As Potter read from a book he'd never heard of, Lily snoozed on his lap, James gazed over one shoulder, eyes alight with wonder, and Albus and Scorpius curled together under the blankets on his other side, looking suspiciously like they were holding hands. Like every good story-teller, Potter was throwing his voice for each different character, much to the obvious delight of all around, and fairy lights gently glowed and dimmed softly overhead. But no matter how entertaining Potter seemed to be, Scorpius’ eyes fought to close, a gorgeous sleepy smile settling on his face.

Like the utter sap he was, Draco was caught, insolent feet fusing to the floor as Scorpius slipped to sleep before his eyes—though how he managed it to the tune of Potter's abysmal attempts at a Scottish accent, for apparently that's what Candice the caterpillar was, he would never know. For all the money in the world, he couldn’t have done anything but lean against the door frame, grinning like a loon. In fact, so entranced was he that even as story time came to a cose and James and Albus hugged and kissed their father goodnight, it didn’t even occur to him to move. Only when Potter himself was heading for the door did his legs finally come to life again. But not before they'd practically collided, of course.

“P—Potter,” he quickly stepped back.

“Malfoy! I didn't know you were—”

“Sorry, I—I should have… I didn’t want to…”

“No, listen, I’m sorry,” Potter rushed. “I should have asked if Scorpius could sleep over, but I didn’t want to wake you. You just looked, well, bloody awful earlier, actually, so I just thought it would be better to have a sleepover. But I should have woken you and I’m sorry that I didn’t ask, and—”

“Potter!” Merlin, but he was the living embodiment of a headache, Draco grinned to himself. “Thank you.”

“Oh.” A crooked smile slipped onto Potter's face.

“Besides, I should be the one apologising—”

“What? No, you—”

“I'm the one that just dumped my child on you and collapsed in your spare room for hours on end—”

“Malfoy—”

“I don't even know how it came to that!”

“Well you were—”

“I knew I was tired and had had a few restless nights—”

“And then came down with the worst cold in history—”

“But even so, I really shouldn't have just—”

“Draco!”

He blinked, cheeks suddenly feeling vaguely feverish once more.

“You’re welcome.”

“Oh.” What an eloquent nitwit he'd become. “Right. Yeah.” And since when did Potter's eyes twinkle, for Morgana's sake? “Thank you… Potter.” He swallowed again, lips curling tentatively as Potter’s smile grew wider, setting his heart aquiver—definitely still feeling a little off, then. “Um, you should probably put Lily to bed…”

“You should learn to ask for help more often,” Potter said, moving towards another door all the same, this one decorated with brooms zipping around.

“Oh shut up, you wanker.”

“Ommm!” Potter mock gasped as he settled Lily in her cot. “You said a bad word!”

“You truly are a walking headache, you know that?” he snipped quietly, only to make Potter snort harder.

“Well, just remember that the next time you have a headache, you can call and ask for Scorpius to come over, alright?” Potter said, the hush of his voice in no way masking his distinctly dad-like tone as he adjusted Lily's door. “I'll even come and get him. You… you don't have to do everything on your own, you know.”

His mouth ran dry as emerald eyes bored into his.

“I—” he spluttered. “What makes you think—? Of course I know that— Stop being preposterous, Potter!” he hissed, smoothing down his shirt once more. “I thank you sincerely for your concern, but I can assure you that Scorpius and I are…” Potter glared. “I mean, really, it was really just a… And—and we're perfectly— Oh, stop looking at me like that!” he sniffed as Potter—bloody scarheaded stupid Harry freaking Potter—put his hands on his hips. The bastard only raised his eyebrows in response.

“Fine!” he threw his hands up in the air. “Scorp and I would really appreciate that, thank you,” he rushed.

“Good,” Potter clipped, before dropping the disapproving mother glare. “Don't make me make you pinky promise to call if you need it.”

“Oh fuck off!” he hissed, making Potter smile. “I will, I'm just… I'm not used to that being an option, what with being a single dad with no parents and being, well, me,” he sighed. “And I hope you know that taking you up on this could essentially mean Scorpius basically moving in.”

“And yet it still wouldn't be enough for Albus,” Potter chuckled.

“No, probably not," he grinned. "Or Scorpius, come to think of it. I think he'd riot if I tried to make him stay away on a Saturday.”

“Maybe we should just bite the bullet and move in together,” Potter sniggered.

“Can you imagine?” he laughed, shaking his head.

But as Potter glanced in at their peacefully sleeping boys once more—looking so besotted it was disturbed his still-sensitive stomach—Draco realised that that actually, he could. He could imagine it far too well.

Oh, fuck.

Remus: you know, I'd do Prince Caspian from chronicles of Narnia. He's hot

Sirius: you kidding, you've seen Peter from Amazing spider man? he's a hotty, I'd totally do him

James + Dorcas + Marlene + lily + Peter : should we tell them ?

Marauder's fans : *sinister laughing* no

The best ending I've ever read was of call me by your name and nothing can ever replace it

That intimate moment between you and the book you have just read the last words of, where you sit there taking in the enormity of what you have just finished.

24. Concealment charms

Prompt used- whispering in other's ear, lips touching their skin | I can assure you that you'd only enjoy this prompt if you are in a angsty hurt/comfort mood, yet I hope you enjoy. Thanks for all the support.

Someone wise had once said that one day you will find someone who will be able to look right through you, through your pain, your miseries, your cold exterior and that will be your soulmate.

However Harry was no boy to believe in old wise people's saying. He only believed that people talk from experience and every wise saying is based off on their personal experience, that somehow became an eventual destiny to whoever heard it. It was as they say, a mirage. If it were really upon wise men's saying, then why were there so many things still wrong in the world? Ultimately, he never believed in anything unless it was what he experienced.

As they all said, time heal all wounds, it was the first saying Harry refused to believe in because no matter what had happened, he still found himself drowning in his misery when everyone else had moved on, when everyone have finally resolved everything but him. But he didn't need pity, so every morning he would wake up, drenched from nightmares, would put on a facade and walk off the grounds of school.

Or so he thought that nobody else could look through him.

One late night Harry was walking off alone the grounds, fighting his sleep when he found someone other than him awake and walking around, Malfoy. Harry didn't trust Draco but he had given up wanting to hold grudges against, he understood how It must've been for Draco to go through everything that he had gone through. Trusting his gut instinct, he followed the little footsteps he saw on the marauder's map. He walked off miles until his footsteps hit the edge and was lost, he later discovered that Draco was going towards the quidditch pit. Harry shoved the map inside his pocket and found Draco sitting alone on the top box of the field.

Harry assumed that Draco didn't know that he was here but he did know. He smiled without turning to look at Harry and patted the spot next to him.

"How did you know?" Harry asked as he walked towards the bench and stood beside him following Draco's line of sight.

"You're not the only one who stalks around. I know you don't sleep enough and only you could've possibly stalked me around 3 am."

"I am not stalking you. I've never stalked you." Harry defended himself.

"Please, you stalked me around the entire sixth year because you thought I was upto something. Which you weren't wrong about but still." Draco scoffed rolling his eyes.

Harry remained silent until he quietly sat down next to Draco. It was an unusual thing for both of them to do but it was 3 in the morning and their murder plan's about each could obviously wait because the night had never been more beautiful.

"You know, in Muggle world there's a thing about 3 am being a ghost time, most horror movies have the time concept that all paranormal activities happens most around this time, so tell me potter, you here to murder me?" Draco asked still looking forward at the moon. He had never realised what was it like to sit in the top box and just stare away. He had always been the puppet in the field.

"Since when are you interested in Muggle stuff ?" Harry asked curiously as he rubbed his hands together for warmth.

"I'm interested in everything that is there and everything that isn't," Draco smiled looking at Harry, only for a moment before turning away.

Harry frowned looking at Draco,"That's some sad wise saying."

"Aren't we all sad sometimes ?" Draco asked finally looking at harry for longer than a few seconds.

"I suppose," Harry casually shrugged, concealing himself.

Draco smiled softly at Harry before he took out his wand and casted a warning spell over Harry "For someone who fought for the wizarding world you're quite dumb,"

"I've been told." Harry replied.

"What, why are you looking me like that? It's weird." Harry asked looking at the other man.

Draco rolled his eyes, smiling "Your concealment charms works by the way,"

Harry looked at him for a moment, dazed as if how had be figured out.

"I don't use concealment charms." Harry retaliated

"As if, Potter. " Draco scoffed.

"I don't." Harry said louder this time for more emphasis.

"Just because normally people can't look through you doesn't mean nobody can." Draco replied.

Harry stared him stunned for a moment. He had known that nobody could see right through him, not even Hermione until now. It seemed something impossible for him to believe, more difficult to digest that Draco had known, his arch nemesis. Had Draco been putting one on himself, so he knew ?

"Whatever you believe." Harry scoffed bouncing his leg up and down.

"A habit you've adapted when you're nervous. You're nervous right now because you can't believe I know it." Harry was too surprised by the casualties in the conversation. It was too smooth for him to believe,too smooth. Almost as if this person wasn't Draco but somewhere deep inside him, he knew it was him.

"So now what, you stalk me?" Harry rolled his eyes

"Mere observations. " Draco frowned

"Well your mere observations are wrong and I'm going away, so good night." Harry spat before he stood up and decided to leave. Draco didn't stop him. He didn't stop him but as Harry walked off and off, he wanted Draco to stop him. He didn't know why but he wanted him to stop him, ask him questions nobody else had because Draco was and is the only person who had looked right through him and it bothered Harry. So, impatiently he walked back off to Draco again.

"I don't Bounce my legs when I'm nervous." Harry said from behind him . Once Draco had acknowledged Harry's presence again, Harry walked and sat down next to him.

"Enlighten me then why do you do it ?" Draco asked with a small smile

"I- I bounce them when- i- you're right- I bounce when I'm nervous but also bounce to focus more on whatever is going on. It helps to keep the extra unnecessary thoughts away." Harry explained

"Hm, so I was partially right. I was finally right about something then." Draco frowned now focusing on Harry.

" y- I - how do you know about concealment charms ?" Harry finally asked.

"I didn't." Draco answered turning more to Harry.

"Then why did you say that?" Harry asked.

"Because it's true." Draco replied. Harry looked at him confused for a moment but didn't choose to question it anymore. Draco seemed too different for Harry's liking right now, too different, that he almost liked his presence.

"I like to be alone you know." Draco said after a couple of minutes in silence as wind picked up a little.

"Suggesting me to go?" Harry asked.

"No," Draco chuckled "I like being alone but I want someone to be alone with, if that makes sense."

Harry gazed softly at Draco, knowing exactly what he meant "It does."

Draco gave Harry a small smile before he turned back to look at the moon again "It's divine isn't it?"

"It is." Harry replied sadly as he looked at the full moon.

Draco gazed at harry before he began again,

"I know it's easier to just conceal pain from people rather than facing it but there's no happiness without pain, there's no delight without misery, no rain without a storm. It's break's you down one day. We're too young to conceal what we feel."

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek to refrain himself from letting go of the concealment charms.

"You're too young Harry, too young for everything you've suffered and I've been nothing but a moron to you about everything"

"Then why are you a moron about everything?" Harry shuddered

"Because it's easier." Draco replied smiling at him. He was concealing too. Behind the facade, he too was broke inside, just like Ha was. He too had been crushing inside like him, he too have been left behind like a bread crumbs after meal.

"Why are you talking to me about this ?" Harry asked finally

"Because there's nobody else who would understand this. Nobody would understand it better why I conceal what I conceal and you know it too that there's no one who would understand why you conceal the way conceal other than me." Draco answered.

"Then why do you wake up every day and put it on?" it was more of a statement than a question, he was telling Harry that he chose to do this every morning and not asking.

"And how do you know that ? Maybe there is someone out there for you ? And I'm sure my friend do understand, they will understand." Harry was choosing self preservation in the moments of weakness, it was easier.

"why do you !?" Harry asked

"If you take it off one day, the world will offer you pity and sympathy but if I take mine off, the world will call me attention seeking, they would offer me resentment, tell me I deserve this, and I do." Draco replied sadly.

"The world isn’t split into good people and death eaters, Draco," Harry replied cascading in his grieving memories after having the words linger on in silence.

" We've got both light and dark inside of us, it's the part which we choose to act upon, that's who we really are." Harry added as if not adding these words would've been a disgrace to the memory itself.

"someone really wise must've said that." Draco said as he reminiscent how nobody had ever told him thing like this before.

"it was Sirius." Harry replied shortly.

Draco looked at harry, with empathy. He understood what it felt like to lose a godfather but he could only imagine how it must've been for Harry.

"It's weird how people imagine that you can't miss someone you didn't had, but I've always missed my parents. It's strange not knowing anything about them but they're still a huge part of me."Harry said after a few moments of silence.

"Sometimes I miss my parents too, not narcissa malfoy or Lucius malfoy, just my parents, having a family," Draco replied. What it must it be to have someone, yet not have them. Some might think it's better them but then what's life without it.

They fell into silence, not knowing if they should've comforted each other or not because it would mean over stepping some boundaries and comforting seemed the right thing to do, but when had they both ever made the right choices ?

"I don't want your pity. I don't want you to feel sorry for me-"

"I don't have pity to offer. I understand you Harry." Draco interjected.

Harry strangely looked at Draco, did he really understood him?

"Nobody understands me." Harry sighed

"Back in 6th year when I used to cry in the bathroom to Myrtle, she told me once that it was I who chose who understood me and not the one who says who understands me. I thought she understood me because she was dead but I realized that it was infact me who understood her, that I empathized her until I felt she understood me even if she didn't. She understood me because I allowed her to." Draco replied looking down at his feet. After 6th year he had never once talked about anything from that time, it was a huge scar in his memories that he didn't want, so he kept it hidden until now, he wanted his wound to cut open.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you in 6th year." Harry meant it.

"and I'm sorry for everyone you've lost because of the man I chose to follow." Draco smiled at harry but he meant it.

It was months of meeting up late in the night at the quidditch pitch, when they would confess every mortal memory because only in that time they knew they could. It met them with a strange bond they couldn't explain anyone, it was fragile, vulnerable but it was stronger than anything that they had ever experienced. They simply couldn't explain anyone why they met at quidditch pit every night.

It was their final night on the train when Draco had passed Harry a message to meet by the door to pronounce the goodbyes.

"You're early than usual," Draco gave him a firm smile.

"Yeah I just didn't feel like being there with people." Harry replied. They heard some rustle from behind them and as an instinct Harry immediately pulled the invisibility cloak over both of them.

"Quick thinking." Draco Whispered in Harry's ear. Shivering Harry nodded and they soon heard the compartment door open and someone walk through to other compartment. Whoever went by left the door open so harry didn't pull it off. They decided it was warmer inside the cloak.

"So, " Draco emphasised boring his eyes back into Harry. The train must've trembled loudly because Harry was suddenly pressed against Draco and his arms around Harry's waist.

"So," Harry Whispered looking Draco in the eyes.

"You okay?" Draco asked concerned.

Harry nodded not taking his eyes off him.

Draco smiled again and took the moments appreciation to lean down to Harry's ear.

"Let it down Harry, it's all going to be fine." Draco Whispered in Harry's ear, his lips touching the back of Harry's neck.

Shuddering Harry finally casted off the concealment charm.

"it's all going to be fine." Draco whispered more to himself and let down his concealment charms as well. Did the concealment charms make any difference anymore, who knew when they could already see straight through each other but they felt something more intimate when they had let it down, like something called them home, something they didn't had to hide anymore.

"It's a goodbye," harry whispered.

"is it?" Draco asked and then he kissed harry over the lips in the compartment of the train. They didn't need concealment charms anymore, after all, the wise saying had come true, time does heal all wounds but, if you've met your soulmate.

I'm writing too much angst, hurt/comfort lately.

Requests open.

Day 23 - ten times Harry fell for Draco- part 1 | part 2 |

Day 25 - perfect birthday plans