33. Cruise To Alberobello

33. Cruise to alberobello

Prompt used - tasting the others smile | this is Definitely not how I expected to write it or how I thought it would've turned out, but I do hope you like it or it'd be a waste | immensely inspired by call me by your name | today's post I'd like to dedicate to @littlebodybigheartttt for putting a smile on my face |

Harry recites a story to the wizard travellers in hopes to impress the boy behind the bar

Fanart taken down because of confidentiality.

Fanart credit - @upthehillart

" I've got one " harry raised his forefinger to grab the attention of the fellow mates on the table

" so a few years ago, I had just started my auror training, probably like 2 months in, I got a call from my boss saying harry I need you in my office right now, I've got a job for you. And that 18 year old me so excited to get a job much before than any of my pals, I ran to the office as soon as possible and when I reached my boss guess what he said, harry I need you to go and fetch me these specific files from so and so person. I was shook for a moment that he called me all the way just to fetch some files from other country which possibly anyone could've done for him but I agreed to go nonetheless. The intercountry apparation was banned for a time there so I flew there. I was transported to a small town on South italy, I thought typical place, typical people but when I reached there, the place was goddamn symmetrical, yes not tall and High or pretty place, symmetrical. Everything so conical and guess what I found out, in a population of 11,000 only a 100 wizards and witches " harry paused to take a sip from his champagne glass, a couple of other people joining along over the table to listen to his intriguing story.

" and then blah blah, got boring fetching those files and such so I hit a bar. A muggle bar as I believe. There I was drinking my beer like quite a gentlemen and then there comes a girl, sat down beside me without asking and take my beer and I look at her like excuse me, miss but I think you've taken my drink, but she just shrugs and drink further so I ordered another for me. And then she goes, you see that couple over sitting by the door, I can bet that they are happily married and will definitely divorce the next year. I ask her how do you know and she goes I just know and then the next thing I know a bartender goes to them and says honeymoon special. I was shook but said it's just a simple coincidence but then she tells about 5 more people and only one of them she got wrong. I kept on saying maybe it's a coincidence, or Maybe she knew but then she proved me she didn't. And then we got to talking like I had never talked to anyone. You know the kind of energy where you just hit it off with someone, she was that person, Only she was the most beautiful girl I had ever laid eyes upon, like a Sin city just walking like every normal person but she had no idea how beautiful she was, like a beautiful summer day " and harry stopped eager to see some reaction

" then what ?"

" then we talked. I thought she was all just Beauty but I had never met anyone like her. She talked of things only one could've thought of. So we were talking on the matter of love and she goes it's all complicated and then I ask her to elaborate. So she does, she says the complication in love lies only in its complexity, and then she goes like we often mistake love to be like a summer breeze that is there one day that takes you away and you enjoy it while it lasts but love, actually is like a dagger, it can pierce right through you, leave you bleeding if you get too close but if the dagger points them, you let yourself them fall over it, you stab them just like you do when it points you. So I ask her what does she think of soulmates or the marriage that lasts forever and she smiles at me and went soulmate is a consolation for a weak hearted that there exists love for you which would be devoid of your insecurities. And I frown, I said that what if it's a perfect relationship, and then she says, there can never be a perfect relationship because if it exists, then the love isn't real and I get confused " harry notices the table filling in more, the bartender giving him a small smile, happy for his victory.

" and she says, my love, love is not a summer breeze, love is like a pandora box fill with paradoxical substances. It's a cold breeze that leads you to the Amazon forest, wide and unforeseen opportunities and problems available, but as you go deeper in the forest you realise for every problem there exist a solution. It's like falling on the dagger and bleeding but you should be intoxicated with the love of the dagger, so you will never die. I was amazed, she said so much reality in those few words. Then I ask her so what about people who say love is magical ? And she goes, doesn't magic exist, but if I were I to say, they find themselves ethereal when they fell over that dagger, the dagger in there you see is poisoned just like every other, yet a few realises and few doesn't and the one who doesn't says love is magical. Then out of curiosity I ask her when the clock hit exactly 12, do you believe in love ? She smiles at me very elegantly, the one she hadn't pull off the entire night, and she says I my friend, am the said dagger "

" seems as if we're there aren't we ?" Someone Whispered across the table.

Harry looked at them, gave them a small smile impressively and begin again " I ask her one last question, do you believe in soulmate ? And she shook her head and got off the stool and kisses her beau. I was rendered speechless, and then she says so long my friend and starts exiting the bar, I felt to myself that if I didn't follow her, I'd be damned, so I followed, Just a few steps away and then call out to her, she turns around and I ask her name and she replies with, my name is what there is in one, but only who fail to love doesn't have and then she says, this is Alex by the way, my soulmate. I turn to my side thinking of what possibly her name could've been and then when I raise my head, she has gone. Not like walked away gone, she had disappeared, with her beau and I stood there yet amazed. And then the next day I go to the bar again and ask about the girl to that bartender I was talking to and he goes, sir I do not know who was with you, all know is you came alone and went home alone. I didn't linger on much, and I called this the cruise to alberobello " and harry stops suddenly finishing off the rest of his champagne. He raises his eyes to meet the boy behind the bar, smiling wickedly at him.

" wha- what happened then ? Did you ever get to know her name ? Was any of it even real?" Someone asks in morbid curiosity.

"I always assumed her name to be Alma, meaning soul, with no other meaning and to this day the cruise to alberobello remains one of my most mysterious epiphanies " Harry chuckled. Groaning everyone dropped the story, intrigued by the story themselves.

It was half past 12 when the bar started emptying out, reaching its closing time and harry made himself comfortable over the bar stool.

" quite a story tonight " the boy with freckled eyes says wiping off the glasses with a dry cloth.

" I did. Travellers always seeks stories as such. Something they've never heard before, and leave them wondering " Harry chuckled finishing off his drink and pushing off the cup towards the boy..

" i must admit, I myself am very intrigued by the story" the boy smiles at harry. Harry looks at him warily smiling, he felt proud.

" I get off in 10 minutes, walk with me ?" He asked as he started taking of his apron

" I wouldn't do anything otherwise " Harry replied and exited the front door, the open sign changing to closed by a wand less magic and harry follows to the back door, waiting for Draco like he always does.

Exactly 10 minutes later, draco exits wearing a light Denim jacket over his black shirt and pants.

" shall we ?" He asked as he pushed his hands down his pocket.

They walk home talking about Harry's story, how it seemed almost unreal, however, they both Would've been doomed fools to not admit that the night had an enigmatic aura to it.

Just as they reached Draco's door, he pushes his hands in his pockets tip toeing waiting for Draco to safely reach inside.

" well that's me then " Draco said as he turned around after opening the door.

" I'll see you later then " Harry awkwardly replied.

" okay " Draco smiled

" okay "

" okay "

Harry smiled and started tumbling back his home until he turned just in time to tell Draco one last thing.

" hey, Draco "

" yeah ?"

" you know my cruise to alberobello ?"

" yeah ? What about it ? "

Harry smiled biting his lip

" you are my cruise to alberobello "

And with that Harry vanished in thin air, letting the curiosity killing Draco's cat. Everything Harry had said, Draco used to put it down on little notes and keep it away in a box , a small gesture Remind Draco of Harry if he were to ever be gone but this left him shook. The truth about his cruise to alberobello, was that if the epiphany was even real or not, Harry didn't answer that. The mystery of the story lied within the fact how anyone could've ever remembered something from ages ago, it seemed unreal but harry was a man of many words, anything but a man who would forget. And this Draco knew because of his simple rememberance of bringing him a dairy free product when draco had told him very discreetly that he was lactose intolerant.

Draco tired to sleep it away but the restlessness buried in every nerve of him that forced him to stay awake until he couldn't bear anymore and disapparted to Harry's place.

" Draco, what are you doing here ? It's almost 2 " Harry frowned as he allowed Draco to walk into his own little Land of wonder he called home.

" you asked me on the way back if I believed your story to be real ? Here's what I think, the cruise to alberobello is infact an envisage of an interaction you assumed you had with the girl named Alma who sat next to you on the bar stool with her beau Alex, who you irrevocably found to be like dagger who would pierce you open if you fell for her but you couldn't bring yourself to even try to talk to her, so you imagined all of it. But when you met me, that girl named Alma became me, and I became your cruise you'd want to go on with but are too Afraid of admitting. Correct me if I'm wrong " Draco explained in a breath still standing in the hallway.

Harry frowns before he crossed his arms and smiled " I'm impressed "

" tell me if I'm wrong ?"

" what if you are ?"

" then you would lie because you only said what you said because you knew I'd be the only one who would understand the story "

Harry remained in shock, frowning" I'm thoroughly shook how beautifully right you are "

Draco huffs out air in relief " well harry James potter, then I am asking you to be my cruise to alberobello ? Will you be ?"

" Tomorrow night, 8 pm, Alberta palace ?"

" I'll be there " Draco replied.

" good night then Draco " Harry chuckled.

" Good night" Draco replied and was only About to disapparate when Harry interjected

" one last thing" and with that Harry kissed Draco's lip. There must've been something weird in the air because they both broke out laughing while kissing each other.

" took you this long ?" Draco smiled, his lips still pressed against Harry's and his arms wrapped around his torso.

" I was waiting for you to be impressed with at least one of my stories. I'm not just Beauty you know " Harry mumbled

" well you finally succeeded " and with that Harry softly traced Draco's lips with his own. It must've been so ethereal to be in the moment that draco couldn't stop smiling, and harry was drunk on Draco, and in Prosperity couldn't stop tasting Draco's smile, it could've been kissing but it felt otherwise, Harry was happy anyway.

And next night onwards,he didn't need more stories to attract the boy behind the bar.

This might be considered as a very late submission for @drarrymicrofic " cruise "

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Day 32- reasons to not love Draco malfoy by Harry potter PT.1+PT.2 | Day 34- bath with me

Pretend

for @drarrymicrofic | angst

If it were the old wives tales or the scientific world, people had always known to heal the wounds that bled you through your skin. When you get a cut, you put a Bandage on and the bleeding would stop, but not once had anyone told, how to make your heart stop bleeding when love crushes your soul.

" all this time-?" Harry didn't know how to complete his sentence. The tears that he thought were threating to spill had already became a tiny waterfall over his cheeks.

" I thought- I didn't mean to harry, I never wanted you to fall in love with me " Draco gave him a sympathetic

" then why did you make me?" Harry slammed his fists over the table, his hands becoming moist with his own saddened tears.

Draco looked down, he couldn't answer even if he wanted to, he too knew he played Harry, like all the rest.

Harry waited like a patient man for his response until his heart bled a little to much, numbing his sobs he asked one last time.

" was any of it ever real ?"

Draco looked at him, as if asking him to not make him do this but long gone was the love in Harry's eyes for the man who played him

" I- I'm sorry harry-"

" was any of it ever real or not ?"

" i- no "

" so you pretended ?"

" I pretended "

And Harry walked off the table, his heart dying loudly in his chest, screaming , but some wounds are never supposed to Heal and they always leave a scar ; harry was sure that his heart was tainted with the scar from the boy he fell in love when he was 18.

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I Miss The Rage

Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Jaded. Which, I mean, there was mention of four cats and a Sonos speaker system, but alas, I'm in the mood for angst so I went with the line "Guess I'm Jaded, Guess I'm Jaded, now I'm a little too faded." This microfic is also an expert from a follow up I may (or may not) write to my fanfic, A Treacherous Thing, which you don't have to have read to follow this story, but if you want more context feel free to check it out ;)

cw: drug use mention, mention of addiction, overdose mention, referenced nsfw (no explicit details)

The last person Harry expects to see at his doorstep is Draco bloody Malfoy looking like that. He looks less beautiful than he once did, five years ago, when they fell together and fell apart in those few short months during eighth year — before Draco left for France, before Pansy overdosed, before Harry fucked him and knew that no one else could compare.

"What the actual fuck?" Harry growls out, the old feeling of betrayal tying around him like a noose, choking him up and splitting him open all the same. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Ah, yes, I should have expected this," Malfoy licks his chapped-cut lower lip. "Is Weasley in?"

"What?" Harry's heart is a thunderstorm in his chest, his mind is racing. Draco's eyes are bruised, he looks like he hasn't slept. He keeps twitching, anxiously moving his weight from one foot to the other.

*

"He overdosed, I helped him," Ron says, voice hushed. "I told him to Owl me, I didn't tell him to show up, honest mate - I would, I'd never do that." Ron crosses his arms over his chest, blue eyes wide with worry.

"Why didn't you tell me you saw him again?" Harry's voice cuts through the tension in the hallway outside of the kitchen, where Draco sits in a black-painted wooden chair.

"I know how you get, Harry." Ron's voice is firm, he reaches out a hand but Harry slaps it away. "That, that's how you get. When he's around, you don't remember what you're like, but I do."

Harry's breath comes in short-quick stops. He needs a fucking smoke. Malfoy's inside his house, in his kitchen, sitting in his wooden kitchen chair.

Harry turns, fists clenched at his side, and practically stomps into the kitchen, right in front of the blond man. "Why are you here?"

Ron sighs behind him, having followed him in.

Draco looks between them, brushing a stand of sleek blond hair behind his ear. "Do you have a phone?"

Harry blinks.

"I just - well, Weasley's told you by now, yes? Saved my life, he did." Draco turns his steel gaze towards Ron. "Thank you for that, by the way," he says quickly, before turning back towards Harry; he's playing with something in his hand, turning over a small red plastic coin between his fingers. "Power's been shut off. I need to call my sponsor."

"You're still addicted to that shit, are you fucking kidding me?"

"Potter, I don't think you understand the meaning of the word addiction - I'm an addict, I relapsed, I need to call my sponsor."

There's shuffling behind Harry, but his eyes are locked on Draco's twitchy form. God, he wants to wring his stupid neck almost as much as he wants to kiss him — if only to feel the burn of his touch one last time.

"This was such a fucking stupid idea," Draco curses, shaking his head. "I'll go." He makes to stand and leave but Harry reaches out to wrap a hand around his bony wrist.

"Wait, no, you can't just do that—" Harry cuts off when Ron steps between him and Draco, wireless phone in hand, holding it out for Draco to use.

"Harry let go," Ron pleads. Harry lets go, but his eyes stay on Draco. His mind is spinning with flashes of memories, of times when they kissed each other, got high together, touched one another.

*

Draco's sponsor is nothing like what Harry expects; she greets him at the door with a cigarette in her hand, tight cross stitched top revealing her pierced belly button, wearing leather trousers that give her an air of coolness Harry begrudgingly acknowledges.

"Cordelia," she introduces herself with a smile on her cherry-red lips. "Where is he?"

Harry gestures for her to follow and Cordelia gestures for the man behind her, who she introduces as Johnathan, to follow them back into the kitchen.

*

"Aw, my poor baby," Cordelia coos. "You did the right thing —" she moves to cup Draco's cheeks, cigarette still between her fingers. "— I am so fucking proud of you."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Draco's blubbering and Harry is hit with the disconcerting realisation that the last time Harry had seen Draco cry, really cry, had been when he gave Draco the scars on his chest.

Cordelia clicks her tongue. "You did good, you came to me. Let's get you something to eat and we'll talk about it."

Draco nods his head and Johnathan is moving with silent grace, wrapping his strong arm around Draco's shoulders. The burn of a possessiveness Harry had long since forgotten about rears its ugly head, returning to light a flame under his sternum, as if it had never left.

*

The next time Harry sees Malfoy, the other man is working the bar at the local Muggle pub and Harry almost feels like laughing at the irony. Almost.

Five fucking years without an inkling of Draco, where he was, what he was up to, if he meant anything he had said to him, and here he is — Harry's still haunted by the desire to know, to truly know, if Draco had felt for him the way Harry had felt for Draco. It was intense, raw, destructive but oh so very real. The realest thing Harry's ever experienced.

*

"Aren't you supposed to be getting sober?" Harry asks later, after hours spent by his friend’s sides, those of which who had tried their best to talk him out of going up to the blond barkeep, only after they'd tried to make him leave. They should know by now he rarely does anything he doesn't want to do, not anymore, if he can help it. "I don't think this is the best place for that."

"Cordelia owns the bar," says Draco, hand on his hip. "Johnathan works security." He moves to use the cocktail shaker. "If I skip out to go use or drink on the job then they'll know."

"She's not your sponsor, then."

"Not in the traditional sense, no."

"Then what do you do when a patron offers you a drink?" Harry sits his elbows on the bar, leaning forward. He eyes the man who had been buying Draco shots, who had asked to take a body shot from Draco, who Draco had let take a shot from his lithe form.

"Ever seen Coyote Ugly?" At Harry's obvious confusion he adds, "It's a film. Watch it, it's good, secrets in there," Draco says with a wink. He looks good, better than he did last time; there's colour on his cheeks, shining even now, under the sensual red and blue lighting of the bar.

Harry's still watching him when Draco returns with his drink, a chilled beer that has the sweet aftertaste of pineapple. Draco leans forward, head on his palm, eyes half-lidded. "Care to explain to me why that gentleman back at your table looks like he's ready to skin me alive?" Draco whispers, breath ghosting his neck, making him shiver.

Harry doesn't have to turn to know who he's talking about. The gentleman Draco's just referenced is Harry's boyfriend. It's not serious, he tells himself, him and Justin have been on again, off again — on when Harry needs a fuck and off when Harry needs to be left the fuck alone. Not many people get that about Harry, that he needs space, a lot of it. Justin does. If only people knew how fucked up being a hero had made him, maybe then they'd finally stop glorifying him.

"No one special," Harry rasps out.

Draco's lips curl into that familiar cat-like smile, the one that lets Harry know Draco's caught him, the one that makes Harry's body vibrate with excitement.

*

The next time Harry comes to Draco's bar, he comes alone. It's a slow night, and Draco leans forward on the bar, flirting with a few regulars in his tight leather trousers. Two loose strands of hair, that end below his eyes and curl into a wave, frame his face, softening his sharp features. The rest of his white-blond hair is clipped back and he's wearing a leather jacket with a white undershirt, looking like sex on legs. Harry knows he's doing exactly what he did last time — making a fool of himself, driving himself mad with want for the other man. Harry really doesn't care that he's a fool, because he feels renewed every time he looks into Draco's light-grey hues.

"Keep showing up here and I'll start worrying you're stalking me again," Draco drawls, sly grin painted onto his plump lips.

Harry shrugs.

"Just don't follow me home," Draco quips, voice airy and playful.

"Keep talking to me and I won't."

Draco brushes back a strand of Harry's hair, the way he used to. Harry wants to lean into the touch, but doesn't. Draco quirks a pale brow. "You're drunk."

Harry shrugs again, eyes dropping down to Draco's lips. "On you," he slurs. "Always on you."

Draco's eyes soften, and Harry is hit with the nostalgic return of fondness at seeing Draco's face warm with something akin to wistful. Harry wonders, not for the first time, if Draco had meant every kiss they shared, every touched they had etched onto each other's skin, had been honest when he said I love you, that night Harry had fucked into him.

"We're not good for each other," Draco says in a quiet voice, ebbing with sadness.

"I know," Harry's voice cracks.

"You're fucked in the head, you know that?"

"So are you."

Draco smiles at him, that same warm smile Harry had first fallen for when they shared a dorm and Harry knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that he is so, very, irrevocably fucked.

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But what you may have failed to consider, my darling Claire, is that there's something else that's red.

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At first, it was euphoria.

Being bitten was unlike any pleasure Harry'd ever known; teetering on the knife's edge of life and death and knowing he was safe in Draco's arms, under his teeth, no matter which side he ended up on, whether his heart was still beating afterward.

It didn't matter, because even before the first bite, the first kiss, Harry's heart and his blood had belonged to Draco from the first time their eyes had met across the crowded Muggle bar.

Harry pitied the living; he pitied those who feared the bliss of a bite, the thrill of being the prey; and now he pitied himself.

But it hadn't just been the intoxicating pleasure; no, Draco made Harry's blood rush and his heart quicken in moments that Harry'd nearly forgotten about the sharp canines that were hidden beneath those wryly smirking lips.

Their...liaison, as Draco had called it, had been a flash in the pan, in retrospect. It was a quick but enormous, blazing fire that threatened to swallow them both; Harry was willing to burn, but Draco extinguished it before Harry's skin could be more than warmed by the flames.

"It's not safe," Draco'd said, tears in his eyes, clenching his fists. "I can't control myself around you, Harry. It was fun while it lasted."

Harry pressed a hand against his chest, just to feel his heartbeat, to confirm it was still there, taunting him.

*beat-beat* He's gone. *beat-beat* He's gone.

He ran a hand over his neck, shuddering as he fingered the scars left by Draco's teeth, his favorite of the permanent marks that marred his flesh.

Harry'd never considered the sound of his own blood before; Draco said it was like listening to a rushing waterfall on a scorching day, coaxing you to just dip one toe into the precarious but cool waters.

Now, Harry could almost hear it; but to him, it sounded like tears, hot and grieving sobs that flowed of their own accord.

His heartbeat mourned.

*beat-beat* He's gone. *beat-beat* He's gone.

36. Angel

prompt used - Lifting the other one up | fluff | mentions of f*cking | to @drarry-is-my-therapy because she's an angel and it's her birthday. Happy Birthday love.

The drowning sun reflected over the stagnant waters, making it glow in red and yellow, the soft breeze humming in their ears as they Walked barefoot with their shoes in their hands intensely conversing about the movie they had watched a week ago. It was in a faint hesitation harry spoke up to the silver boy glowing in golden.

" think we should try to recreate that scene where he picks the girl up in the air, for fun "

" oh yes, golden boy, as if it's that easy "

" it seemed easy" harry shrugged.

Draco contemplated for a moment, he would be lying to himself if he said that he didn't wanted to try it out but it seemed far too risky

" it wasn't "

And yet somehow harry with his amazing pursuing skills had convinced draco to recreate that specific dance scene from dirty dancing.

" I can't believe you're making me do this " draco shook his head as his rubbed his palms together as if he was getting ready.

" just run alright, I'll catch you. Just trust me " harry motioned his hands in a gesture to indicate draco to run towards him

" that's the problem, I trust you too much " and with that Draco ran forward towards Harry and just when it came for harry to catch him, he stepped aside, making him fall on face over the beach sand.

" what the fuck was that for?" Draco looked up from the ground at harry

" I'm sorry, I just got scared. It suddenly seemed scary, I'm sorry , fuck I should've said something-"

" damn right you should've said something " draco groaned, half wet from falling over the sand and his hair covered in sand itself.

" I'm sorry, I really am " harry nervously said as draco flipped so he was facing harry

" you bloody idiot " draco grimaced

" sorry " harry pressed his lips in a thin line and offered his hand for draco to take, which obviously in his pride he didn't take and swatted Harry's hand away.

"fuck " and just in the moment harry immediately grabbed onto draco's waist and helped him stand

" are you alright ?" Harry asked concerned

" I think- I sprained my ankle you dimwit " draco grimaced in pain

" let's get you to hospital" and with that harry grabbed all his thing's and apparated them to a muggle hospital nearby.

" well, whatever happened, the sprain is a bit more severe, not that it's a fracture but it will take a few days to recover. So try not to walk too much and apply these ointments " the doctor with spectacles said

Draco shot harry a threatening glare before thanking the doctor and leaving with harry.

" I said I'm sorry " harry rolled his eyes at Draco, taking away the bag of ointments from him and his jacket too, leaving draco to carry nothing

" that doesn't change this sprain harry " draco rolled his eyes. Just as they stepped outside the doors of the clinic, draco winced.

" maybe we shouldn't apparate. I wouldn't want you to have any splinching " harry suggested

" I can't walk " draco responded.

" well, there's not much option-"

" carry me " draco smuggly said as if he was waiting to say this for a long time

" what?" Harry questioned, somewhat shocked at such a proposal

" yes carry me. It will compensate for you causing this injury and we'll go home too. It's not that far anyway " draco frowned trying to explain harry how it wasn't such a bad idea.

" I- well it only makes sense though " harry pouted looking at the road ahead, thinking about how far he'd had to go.

" you've not more options. Give me a piggy back ride. I'm sure the flirtatious doctor would appreciate it "

" one,he wasn't flirting with me and second you're very demanding "

" you wanna fight me ?" Draco raised his eyebrows in a threatening way

Harry chuckled " Darling, I think you'd definitely lose. Now hop on" he kneeled onto the ground for draco to cling his arms and legs around him.

" don't drop me " draco said as he finally put his arms around Harry's neck. In a Swift move, harry put his arms under draco's thighs and got up.

" wow, you weigh too much. Draco I think you're getting fat " harry teased as he hopped draco a little to get a good grip then finally started walking

" I have not " draco hit Harry's head Playfully, adjusting his face in Harry's neck, breathing into it

" are you sure, because I think otherwise"

" please I work out. Have you seen yourself ?"

" you mean being fit and having a good physique, thank you very much "

As much as draco wanted to deny that, he didn't because God knows why he had Always adored Harry's body. Well adore is a bit too smooth of a word for saying he had always found himself staring at harry if he ever got a chance. It was so finely carved with all the curves and abs at the right places, the toned muscles, the slightly broad shoulders with perfectly not too much toned arms and a perfect arse. Draco every once in a while allowed himself to gawk like an owl at harry, but never would he ever admit that harry was considerably hot, especially whenever harry wore draco's sweater.

" whatever " draco rolled his eyes hoping he had not blushed.

They talked on their way over, giggling about things, making jokes about each other, discussing celebrity crushes. Harry felt odd with draco breathing on his neck. He had never felt this way before, the way draco's giggles in his ears sounded so soft and his breathing down his neck causing shivers and the smile he'd feel over his neck caused a fluttering effect in his stomach, like butterflies and the way draco just seemed to talk today was so different that harry wondered how had he never admired his voice before, of his hands, or his fingers or his laughter, everything about him but whatever it was, harry enjoyed feeling it. It was new and Harry was a sucker for new things.

Just as they reached draco's flat, harry first helped him get waters, then taking him to his bedroom while harry fetched the ointments he left at the kitchen table top. When harry returned to his room, he only found draco standing with his sprained leg spread out, without a shirt. He did work out, and it seemed pretty hot..

" what ?" Draco asked when he saw harry simply staring at him

"you're fat " Harry lied blushing, keeping the ointments on the bed

" well, thank you harry for thinking I'm hot " Draco smirked, putting on a new shirt. Harry allowed himself to stare at his soft chest, the left part of his chest covered with a phoenix tattoo, the v line disappearing under his pants and his abs glowing softly in the dim room light and the way draco was putting on a shirt, Harry only wondered why ?

But before could notice harry practically lusting over him, he had moved his eyes to the opposite side of the room, much to draco's disappointment.

" well, I'd come back later?" Harry asked

Draco thought for a moment before nodding " you're going to be at that get together at Ron's place, right " harry nodded " right, so pick me up. I don't think I'd be able to drive or apparate till then "

Harry nodded again before telling him when would be come to pick him up and finally going home with such eruptions of feelings he had once felt for Ginny, but something completely different. Harry didn't think much about it.

Over the next few days as harry spent picking up draco and helping him with regular things, he found it hard to resist himself from feeling things for him. Even if so he wanted to ignore them, he'd just find draco fondly looking at him and harry would blush like a flower and simply turn away, inappropriate thoughts rushing into his mind. The truth as harry spent thinking about in night was that, harry might've always liked draco in some way but right now, the way he felt just made him want to do things he could only possibly think of. But having learnt about heartbreak ages ago, he found himself Afraid of such feelings. He promised himself that he wouldn't fall for anyone who was just, ordinary but then again, draco wasn't ordinary.

The night finally came for the get together at Ron's place before he left for a 6 month mission to southern Europe and would not return until it's done. Despite the fact that it was a normal get together, everyone invited for forced not to dress too casual nor too formal, something harry never quite understood. Voila, comes the fashion king into his mind, draco. He had irrevocably amazing fashion sense and nobody could deny that so he picked up a few shirts, pants and jeans and drove to draco's place an hour early.

" you're early " Draco frowned as he opened the door wider for harry to come in

" fashion advice " and without a doubt draco understood what he meant..

They moved into the living room, draco settling down on the couch with harry standing in front of him with a bunch of clothes.

" what the hell not too casual and not too formal Is supposed to mean ?" Harry rolled his eyes as he dropped everything onto the chair.

" well technically it means the event is special but with close people. I have dibs on how maybe he's going to propose Hermione "

" you know what, I thought soo too " harry gossiped

" anyways, I think you should go with a nice pants and a button down shirt " draco suggested

" that's what I'm standing in " harry said with a as a matter of factedly face

" well- that's right. Show me what you got " draco ordered and one by one harry started showing him everything he could bring only for all of it to be rejected by him.

" well, we've run out of clothes " harry said as he looked down at the pile of shirts and pants on the other chair.

" that is true- you know what. I have a shirt for you, I bought it sometime ago but it's a bit lose and you can just pair it up with any of the black pants "

" what are you waiting for then. Show me " harry excitedly said

" well a fractured man can only walk so fast "

" you don't have a fracture "

" but I can take the advantage of saying that " Draco's voice echoed as he walked down the hallway into his bedroom, fetched the shirt and came back.

" I've got to admit you're quite dramatic. I'm pretty sure the sprain is fine by now. It doesn't even have a swelling " harry said as he took the shirt from draco's hands

" what do you know " draco narrowed his eyes at harry before settling down in the couch before harry.

Harry placed the blood red shirt over his chest, frowning at how good it looked

" didn't know you liked red now ?"

" rare occasions. Wear it. I've got to get ready too "

And with that Draco departed into his room to get ready. Harry had just began to put on his shirt when draco walked into the living room asking for something.

" oh " Draco's Throat echoed as he saw harry shirtless

" what ?"

" I didn't know you were- well undressed " draco blushed

" not like you haven't seen me this way before" Harry shrugged putting on the shirt.

Why, god, why, draco's inner voice screamed in lust.

" anyway- which one is better ?" Draco asked still blushing

" both are good draco. You've got a nice dressing sense "

" don't flatter me. I can't wear both, choose one " draco asked again. Harry scanned both the shirts.

" the light blue satin shirt. Makes your skin- eyes look good " harry Blushed.

Draco wondered what the fuck was harry blushing for when he was the one complimented with one of the finest compliments.

" I did not know that " draco said lowly

" well now you do " harry smiled. Draco nodded before walking away, the glimpse of harry rolling his sleeves invading his senses.

After about half an hour, they both were fully dressed and ready to go.

" you look good " harry complimented

" so do you " draco smiled in returned

" shall we ?" Harry as he pointed the door.

When Draco finally nodded, they both departed to Ron's place, realising the get together was at the roof top.

Half-way through the party, harry sensed Draco was probably right and was still finding it hard to not see Draco from all the way across the room. There was no men finer in the entire room other than him and harry hated it as much as he loved it. It was excruciating to find someone so attractive who was your best friend who you had no chance with but the desire to want him was longingly growing inside his chest.. he was so desirable across the entire room, bunched about with a few people, laughing and smiling over something harry couldn't possibly decipher. His thoughts ran in his head like an endless loop until the boy in Harry's desirable dreams saw him and paused his ongoing conversation and made his way towards harry. Caught in the act he tried to busy himself with the bottom of his shirt until the other man cleared his throat.

" oh, didn't see you there draco "

" right, so you were looking at ..."

" pansy. She looks good in that dress "

" Pansy isn't even here harry " draco chuckled, blocking Harry's line of sight.

" oh"

Draco genuinely smiled at harry knowing exactly that he wasn't the only boy caught in the loop of desiring the other.

" so you want to pretend that you weren't looking at me for half the party, not to mention with an admirable gaze " draco smirked crossing his arms in front of him

" that would be nice " harry frowned lightly

" well then I have to pretend that I wasn't checking you out back at the flat almost as admirably as you were " Draco smugly said as he shifted besides harry, standing against the railing..

" as long as we're pretending then I think I'll pretend I didn't check you out a couple of days ago when you were changing " harry replies smiling, almost liking this pretend game.

" okay then, I'll pretend that I haven't checked you out everytime you're shirtless, or everytime you wear one of my sweater or when you ruffle your hair " draco smirked. Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, slightly amused

" then I'll pretend that I didn't enjoy carrying you on mu back a few days ago because I got to be close with you " harry smirked

" then I'll pretend that I don't like being this close to you " draco said as he stepped forward..

" then I'll pretend that I don't have these fluttering feelings for you which seems to invade all my senses "

" I'll pretend that I haven't liked you for almost forever "

" then I'll pretend that I don't want to take you home right now "

" I'll pretend I didn't agree "

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" I knew you bought that shirt for me " harry lazily smiled as he softly grazed draco's naked arms spread over his chest covered on blankets

" don't flatter yourself potter " draco rolled his eyes as he snuggled further into harry

" fine I won't but doesn't stop me from teasing you about how you let me fuck almost 5 times last night alone " harry grinned cheekily as if it was proud achievement

" If you do it again, you are going to regret it " Draco softly threatened

" well you did let me, not once, not twice, not thrice, not fou- what's the word- four times , five times-"

" you're an asshole " draco rolled his eyes

" well I'd like to be your asshole, if you want me to be ?" Harry asked, worried if he had ruined the conversation by bringing this up.

" if you don't shut up and let me sleep, I won't let you be my asshole but if you do, I'd let you be so much more " draco yawned, tired from all the activities from last night.

Harry chuckled at the lightness of the tone before kissing the top of draco's forehead.

" sweet dreams angel "

And draco hummed, falling fast asleep again in Harry's arm..

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Day 35 - every inch of you | Day 37- you're my home, draco