I Should Probably Say Sorry For Not Being Able To Keep Up With The Prompt Challenge And Just Like Yesterday

I should probably say sorry for not being able to keep up with the prompt challenge and just like yesterday won't be able to do it tonight, I want to but it's been a very long and hectic day, specifically for my mental health and I need the right motivation to write it up.

I hope you all understand. And I'm sorry..

However thank you for all the support. It's been pushing me to keep doing this or I would have given up long ago. So thank you!! You people are just great... 💜🦋

😂😂😂 sorry but Angst Is just so great

heh...sorry guys

Would you come back to me ? Part 3

Thanks for all the support on this one, you people are incredible. I've tried my best to make it as perfect as possible. This is the last part and my heart buries with it. | ANGST | FLUFF | CONFESSIONS |

" But when the tides reaches a high, they are meant to go down and crash onto the surface and when the time came, they crashed. They crashed like the biggest tides in the world to cast a holocaust over anyone who found a way "

" you still have it ?" Draco asked, his fingers wavering over the rough sketch he made years ago of harry himself.

" yeah, its just nice " harry replied turning to work again

draco scrunched his eyebrows, never having thought harry would have kept something like that from years ago, assuming he had really just forgotten about them but then again, it might've been because he simply just liked it and wanted to keep it.

" i still do drawings by the way, i've done plenty of scorpius " draco cleared his throat as he sat back down again

" i'm sure they must be great then " harry offered a small smile before fetching the tea for both of them and passing one cup over to draco.

" oh yeah " Draco bobbed his head as he picked up the tea from the saucer and slowly started drinking it.

" that's a nice picture of you and Ginny " Draco pointed to the small frame kept over the fireplace.

" oh, yeah, it's back from when we weren't dating " Harry replied as he too awkwardly drank his own tea, his mind going places.

" you guys looked good together. Even on the wedding "

" but you never came to the wedding " Harry furrowed his eyebrows.

" yeah- I- uh- I didn't. I saw the pictures though " Draco stuttered..

" why did you guys broke up, separated that is anyways ?" Draco asked curiously as he leaned over onto the table.

" well " Harry sighed as he held the cup still in his hand, enjoying the warmth it provided " when we first got together, we thought we know what we were doing. It was all good and games and fun but then we both got burdened into responsibilities. I liked working for DMLE but I had to quit because of the coming baby, Ginny's safety and everything. Then there was one thing after another. If you ask both of us right now, we'd probably you know just say that we don't think we thought all this through, but then there were so many- what do you call that word ?" Harry scrunched his face, his finger in the air as he thought for the Apt word.

" expectations ?" Draco asked

" yes. Exactly " Harry said a little too loudly.

" I know what you mean " draco said as he looked down into his empty cup..

Harry sighed, watching Draco. Expectations was one thing that had possibly ruined everything good ironically in both their lives and neither was aware of how. In the time harry started spending with Draco again, he can feel himself smiling late at night before sleeping, his heart hammering against his chest like right now and the eagerness to see him again, it was all the same like before. The rush, the energy, the spark, but only this time they weren't hormonal teenagers and harry was almost sure he didn't wanted to go down that road again.

" well, It's getting pretty dark. I should go, I mean we should go " Draco abruptly stood up, almost falling behind.

" bu- but scorpius is still sleeping ?" Harry frowned.

" he's not a heavy sleeper. Besides I don't have to wake him up to go all the way back. It's like a minute travel so.."

" well- If that's what it is. I'll see you again, whenever these kids want to meet up then" Harry clapped his hands together, quietly before placing them over his hips.

" absolutely " Draco awkwardly replied and walked into the living room.

" right, see you then" Draco finally said after he had picked up scorpius.

" okay. See you soon " Harry replied and Draco flooed back to his place..

Harry finally released the breath he hadn't know was consuming his down, in relief, or so he assumed.

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" please, I beg you. Can't you do that for a friend " albus practically begged

" I'm telling you albus, I don't know who it was " Ron pestered as he walked with him to Harry's restaurant bar.

" please uncle Ron. I have some really nice chocolates from Chicago, I'll give you it " albus bribed

" o- what? You're not actually bribing me and if you are, you're forgetting, your mom bought those chocolates and she's my sister. So I already have them- Aha " Ron exclaimed

" uncle Ron please. It's really important. Don't you want to see dad happy ?" Albus tried the emotional manipulation.

Ron sighed, stopping in between and leaning down to be on eye level with him " there's one thing you should know albus, I love how you're determined to know who was his first love but it's not my place to tell. Harry and I have been through so much and I've sworn to his secrecy and I'll never give it up, even if someone have to kill me for it. But you should know, there's nothing you can do to bring him back. Harry moved on ages ago and some stories are better buried, alright. I can't see him that crushed again. Do you understand me ?"

Albus sighed, nodding.

" was he really that hurt ?"

" the worst I had ever seen him. He wasn't himself for days. He didn't write back properly over summer, he didn't talk about it. He never did after that. But Remember this, first love stings bad and it was soul crushing for him. And I'm sure you don't ever want to see him like that "

" I just don't get it, why didn't he go back to him after the war and Everything ?" Albus asked as the continued walking

" he did, I think. He never told me what happened that day but I just knew it was over " Ron shook his head. Albus looked up at Ron, sort of respectfully like he had never seen before, mainly because of how great of a friend he was but sort of disappointed that he'd never find out who he loved.

" thanks for dropping him by. It's just been such a busy day and everything" Harry huffed as he wiped off his hands with a tissue and disposing it off, when they entered.

" it's no problem... Although he did seem pretty interested in your ex love life " Ron smirked

" what, I swore to his secrecy. Not yours "

" whatever. You're not such a great uncle " albus rolled his eyes at him and walked through the back doors.

" he does seem pretty interested, doesn't he ?" Harry asked as he leaned over on the counter

" he does. Although I think it's about time he must've been and what do you know, he's not even wrong "

" what do you mean ?" Harry asked completely losing track as of how albus was infact right.

" I mean- look I just look out for you and he's not wrong to want to see you happy again. And I'm sure his ways are a bit out of the box but maybe you should get back into the dating thing you know. And I do know who you're hanging out with recently. I- just think, maybe a second time won't be so bad " Ron shrugged suggestively

Harry blinked, probably out of slight frustration " I appreciate this Ron but I'm fine by myself and I am not going to date him again. Those feelings are in the past, I don't feel for him the same way whatsoever and if that even be, he's in a very different place and I am pretty sure he isn't looking for anything that sort, so you and everyone else can Shut up about going back to him. It's over, he's moved on and so have I "

Ron disappointedly nodded " well I tried. I'm gonna go then?"

" I don't mean to be mad but lately albus is just pestering me so much. Ginny hasn't been such a sweetie about it either and I'm just tired of hearing it you know and you understand me right, I just need some space from all this " Harry sighed

" mate, you don't have to explain to me. Of course I understand you " Ron patted Harry's shoulder before giving it a light squeeze and letting it go when it came for him to leave.

" I'll see you then " harry said one last time

" yeah " and Ron was almost out of the door when he turned around like everyone else lately.

" Harry?"

" yeah ?" Harry raised his eyebrows

" are you sure you've moved on ? Because it doesn't seem like it "

Harry opened his mouth to say something but couldn't. The truth was, did he really knew the answer to it, he didn't know. It was easier not to be sure sometimes but it did gave him sleepless nights.

" maybe second time won't be so bad. Just something to think about " and with that he exited. Harry sighed, pushing his hair back out of his face.

Maybe second won't be so bad after all, but did he really wanted to have a second time, he didn't know.

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2 months later of meeting every weekend without denial, Harry was set to light himself on fire. Metaphorically. It was hard to resist Draco after one point. How could have Harry possibly thought that he won't feel this way again, when this was Draco he was talking about. How could had Harry possibly overseen that Draco was the most handsome, the most intellectual, the most kind, the most interesting, the most understanding, the most likable, the most pleasant, the most elegant, the most perfect in every solicited book to ever exist.

Not Only did it make him awkward but left him excited for every meet. Layer by layer, Draco was shedding off his walls, just like all those years ago and it was becoming incredibly hard to not ruin everything by saying the wrong thing. The problem was, Harry remained in denial of the fact. Either he was trying to cage his heart from all wars or he was trying to refuse himself of being capable of establishing those feelings again.

And the invite didn't help either.

" so pansy is keeping a divorce party then ?"

" yep and I have an extra invite, so maybe if you wanted, you can come along ?" Draco shrugged

And there goes his heart.

" uh sure "

And so 2 weeks later Harry found himself dressed up for pansy's divorce party. And when he reached, of course he should've known, he was going to get crushed. Not Only Harry was left alone to drink alone at the bar but also watched Draco get hit on by a girl somewhere far across him, forcing him to drown into his memories.

" you said you wanted to meet me ?" Harry asked as he went by and sat down next to Draco on the astronomy tower.

" wanted to see you off last time before we went other ways " Draco offered him a small smile

Harry understandably nodded looking forward at the view of the mountain's covered in lush green forest and darkness of 1 am.

They remained silent, letting themselves get soaked in the last moments spent on the top as the stars met the moon and howling of the wind added to their chronicle of moments. It was strange how relaxing it was to be there in each other's presence. He wanted to hold Draco's hands, spread warmth to him but then he knew, they were the past. How it was officially ruined what they had..

" what are you going to do after school ?" Draco asked finally

" i have absolutely no idea " Harry shrugged

" you ?"

" no idea " Draco replied.

Harry looked at Draco. Looking would be an understatement, he was memorising him, again. Moments like these didn't happen often anymore and while it lasted Harry wanted to memorise everything he possibly could. Everything without a reason, until he had one.

" I'm getting engaged " Draco announced

And there it was, the crash. The harmony of music that played in Harry's life took the unexpected sad turn with heavy intense climax. The violins grew much more intense, the piano grew soft, the cello became sweet. And everything, crushed his insides. It was the incapability of his humane body to produce any reaction. But the adrenaline jumped up, his breath became stuck as his heart beat louder against his chest, how his fingers twitched and lastly how he fought tears.

" who is it ?"

" Astoria " he replied.

Harry nodded " I'm happy for you then "

" are you really ?" Draco asked finally looking at his previous love.

" I am " Harry didn't dare to look at him. He couldn't. They didn't talk anymore. They sat for another hour in silence watching the moon shift it's position, the wind blowing the leaves away, the star twinkling brighter and Harry's heart falling in a deep pit.

When it was finally time to leave, Draco got up " you're not going to come ?"

" I'll stay here for a while, you go ahead "

And only with a nod when Draco left, Harry buried his face in his hand and let himself cry in the agony of losing the only person who bought out the best in him. He sat there crying, weeping in his hand, no one to cry with, no one to tell to, no one who'd understand. In the whole wide world, Harry felt alone but then again that's what he was, his whole life. Alone.

Broken once, Harry didn't wait for his heart to be crushed twice. He let himself drown into the understanding that he was all alone and let himself get carried away in the night until he had no more of him left to give and decided to leave.

He had only made it past the door when he heard Footsteps running behind him.

" Harry ?"

" what ?" Harry asked as he turned around

" you're leaving ?" He asked

" seems like it " Harry frowned

" without telling me ?" Draco asked

Harry could've simply lied but there he stood, having absolutely no idea how Harry had felt his whole life. How he wasted away wondering what Would've happened if he had ran back to Draco the moment he left him, how that night on the tower if Harry had told him how he felt. If.

" yes "

" why ?"

" because it hurts less"

Draco frowned.

" it hurts less when you don't know. When something's are better left unsaid "

And Draco finally realised.

" you said you were happy for me ?"

" was I ? Were you when I married Ginny ? I know you came to the wedding, I saw you, you know why, because in a crowd of thousands I still find you but you never came in. You saw me on the altar and left and never came back "

" what was I supposed to do? Come in and congratulate you ?"

" I did Draco. I came and congratulated you. I sat through your entire wedding, hurting myself seeing you getting married "

" and you didn't try to stop it "

" because you wanted it "

" why didn't you fight for me then ? Why didn't you come back ?" Draco asked, his voice crackling

" why didn't you ?" Harry repeated.

But Draco didn't answer, and Harry walked away. His heart heavy, again, by the same person. It was ironic how you can be so Madly in love with someone but more than often they are exactly the same person who hurts you, because that's love. Love is a wonder. Love is a cure. Love is symphony to music but love is pain. It always has been and will always be.

Harry drowned himself in his miseries that night, spending countless moments reading notes he got from Draco ages ago, drinking away his pain in wine, smiling at the presents Draco has given him. There was only a question of why. Why couldn't Harry move on ? It was so many years ago, he had been in love after that, he had dated people after that, he had been married after that but why was it he still loved the only man who caused him the most pain?

Meanwhile Draco cried himself to sleep, crying for how the day he told Harry he's getting engaged, he had cried before Harry had came and how he had cried right outside the astronomy tower in the pain of losing him. Crying because he knew he gave up too soon. Crying because how much he still loved Harry. Why couldn't he move on ? He'd have had a life after him yet all his life has been meaningless without him. If they say love only happens once, then for him it happened and it have lasted ages. He was desperate to move on but every night he thought to himself why couldn't he ? Had been years he saw him last but still love him. Why ?

But when the tides reaches a high, they are meant to go down and crash onto the surface and when the time came, they crashed. They crashed like the biggest tides in the world to cast a holocaust over anyone who found way.

Draco showed up at Harry's Footsteps with a beer in his hand, his clothes wet from the rain, his body shivering, and his eyes all red.

" what are you doing here Draco ? It's bloody cold outside, get in " Harry urgently said.

" no " Draco commanded

" what ? Let me get an umbrella then , you're soaked-"

" why didn't you fight for me ? Why didn't you keep the promise ? Why didn't you try to stop my wedding ? Why didn't you contacted me all these years ? Why didn't you ever write to me ? Why didn't you come back for me Harry, you promised you would " Draco sobbed

" Draco, this isn't the time. Just come inside and we'll talk this over later-"

" no, I need the Answers. Why didn't you come back for me like you said you would ?"

" Draco, you're soaking wet-"

" answer me harry !! Why didn't you ?" Draco yelled

" why Harry, why ? It have haunted me all these years and I want answers today because If I don't get them now, I never will " he cried, pushing his hair out of his face.

Harry stepped out of the door, decreasing the distance between both of them.

" why didn't you ? Why didn't you keep the promise ?" Harry asked

" Because you moved on, you moron " Draco agitatedly said, taking a few steps backwards

" I didn't. I never did " Harry outrageously replied

" oh really ? Because from what I remember you dated Ginny in 6th year "

" because I was hung up on you. And she knew it. It was spontaneous. I wanted to come back for you but you had done exactly everything that would've ripped you apart from me. I came back for you that night on the tower but you had moved on, you were getting engaged "

" and you never asked if I wanted it ? You selfish prat. I never wanted to get married. I never wanted to have that life but you just never came back for Me, fought for me. You never did. You went on, you moved on. You lived happily when I got stuck with a forced marriage "

" happy ? I have spent my life loving you Draco. Merlin knows why but I have wasted away in loving you knowing you'd never come back-"

" you never came back for me either"

" I did. Don't you dare blame it on me !! I came back for you when the war was over like I promised but it was you who kept pushing me away, getting on with Astoria. You promised me too that after everything was over, you'd come back to me but you didn't and I waited and guess what you never did. I had to force myself to move on. Be what people expected me to be and even if I did fight or would've wanted to fight, you'd had never done that "

" then why didn't you ask me ? Why didn't you-"

" because I couldn't. You looked happy " Harry yelled.

"I wasn't. I never was. How could you even think that ? Actually How the fuck would you even know that !! I was forced into a marriage with Someone who had a dying wish. You said I didn't fight, here I did fight, but I lost over and over again because you weren't by my side. Why would you know what it was like to be a death eater and being gay, my family hated me, the world hated me, Merlins sake I got death threat's !! I was on the losing side harry, always. I never thought you'd make it through the war, I was forced to move on because nobody would've accepted me. When I went to jail, I didn't thought I'd ever come back. I wanted to fight but you were the one who gave up. If you had struck with me for a little while I would've fought my entire life for you but you didn't stay. You have no idea what it felt like seeing you and Ginny in 6th year, it seemed you moved on and I had no one, not even a single fucking one. When I needed you the most, you were not there because you're a self righteous selfish prat. So there you go. I was not happy because Harry James potter you have ruined my life " draco smashed the beer bottle on the ground.

" then who's it to blame ? You gave up too Draco. You gave up very soon-"

" because you made me harry. You made me give up on you, on us "

" and I waited for you.. I waited years after the war for you to realise one day that I'm still in fucking love with you. If that day you hadn't said you were getting engaged Draco,I would've begged you on my knees to take me back.. do you even know how long I cried about it. Forced into a marriage right ? I was forced to watch Someone I loved whole heartedly marrying Someone else and I stayed, you didn't even stayed until the end of my wedding -"

" because I regretted it. There, that's what you want to hear right. I regret it Harry . I regret every decision I made. I regret I didn't fight for you, I regret that I never came back to you, I regret I broke the promise but you're no Saint Harry, if you hadn't moved on or made it seem like you did , I wouldn't had done anything like that. I regret giving us up. There, I've regretted my whole and I regret this very moment but I can't not sleep another night because I can't stop thinking about how the fuck you've hurt me so badly yet here I stand,still in love with you as much as I was the day you left me. You looked after yourself and other's, but you left me, you left me first Harry "

" you've ruined my life and yet I can't hate you " Draco cried in self destruction. Secrets he had held onto for so long, evaporated in the water's pouring down. His tears were running faster than the rain coming down on both of them. What love really is, it's pain.

Harry remained awestruck trying to figure out how to respond, to consume the secrets he had spilled, to reciprocate whatever he had said, understand that he too was to blame but it was too late and Draco was walking away. Too late. Too late.

And harry ran after him. He have wasted away himself in hopes that one day when the time will be right, he'd go back to him like he has promised on the day by the lake and if today was going to be that day, he wasn't putting it in vain " Draco wait "

" what ?" Draco asked exhaustingly wiping off his face.

" you're annoying and you're brilliant. You promised me you'd come back and you didn't, instead you got hitched and I did the same And we're terrible but I've lost you once and I can't do this again. You've ruined my life in worst ways possible but If that what it is, I want to ruin it. You're right, I'm a self Righteous selfish prat and I should've stayed by you, I should've never made it seem as if I had moved on but I too was hurting Draco because somewhere deep down I might've known you'd never come back but right now all I know is that one time my boyfriend told me to seize the day if I had to chance, and when I asked him when would I know to seize it, he told me I'll just know it and Draco today I know it. I'm sorry I didn't stop your wedding like that stupid romantic movies or I didn't tell you how much I loved you or how much I wanted you back when I should've and I've made those mistakes but not today. I've come soo far but I still seek you,I always will Draco. You are my sadness and you are my happiness, because-you and I, it's everything for me and I can't stand that I let you walk away, once again. I can't. I- just can't"

" you're a moron, you know that " Draco asked as he walked nearer Harry

" and you are too "

" and we're terrible at keeping promises "

" we are "

" but I've loved you. I still do "

" I do too "

And there no more left to say but do.. Draco kissed harry, again, years later and it still felt the same. It still gave him the sparks, it still made him feel like he was the brightest star, it still made him feel those butterflies in Stomach, it still made him feel like he'd live forever, it still made him feel like he didn't need the oxygen to breathe but needed Only him, it still made him feel like he was floating, it still made him feel. Everything was the same, yet everything was different. Harry was kissing him with Newfound regret and passion of being apart all these years, with the excitement of being able to do it again but the Romance had never left. It still left their hearts pounding, it still made them stand on their tiptoes to kiss, it still made them feel loved. And they did pour the love mixed with rain, finding in their perfect moment that they had been each other's ever since no matter what changed. No matter how many wars happened, or how many tragedies happened, They will possibly forever be each others and they were fine with it, after all if destiny was a thing, they were always destined to be together.

The next morning, Harry only woke up with a bed side note.

" would you come back to me ? Again ?"

" Draco, it's supposed to be will " Harry smiled as he looked at the man of his dreams standing on the doorway, with a cup of coffee in his hand

" it's would because that's my past asking you to come back. That notes from 8th year me "

" then the 8th year me would want to come back to you " Harry chuckled as he stood up and hugged his new beau.

" I've missed you " Draco kissed the top of his head, his one arm dangling Around Harry's waist.

" I still think it should be will "

" moron "

Lemme go cry in peace now. The best I could do. I have to say, this has been my favourite work of all time and I couldn't leave it with a sad note, it didn't make sense. There's probably loopholes btw. Happy reading.. and thank you for supporting through it all.

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31. Would you come back to me?

Prompt used- doing a pinky promise. This post have been inspired by one of @drarry-is-my-therapy recent reblog and one of @fqirycircle drawing, which is absolutely amazing. TW- ANGST | HURT/COMFORT | Harry's heart had always belonged to the boy by the lake.

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Love in daydream

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: thought

" do you think if you were a Slytherin you'd win the war ?"

" is that supposed to mean that Slytherin loses ?"

" mostly, yes. It's like the evil house sort of thing isn't it. I mean at Least that's what people say "

He gazed into the horizon of the drowning sun embroidering the redness like silk over the still water " it's evil that always loses Draco. And Slytherin is not about losing "

Draco shook his head smiling " you're quite smart, you know that ?"

" yeah I do " Harry chuckled jokingly, longingly staring at Draco. It was in those moments when he'd stare at draco he'd stare back that the time would relinquish. Those were the times when he'd remind himself that there was no finer art in the world than the malfoy boy himself, that there was no one he'd hold hands with but him, that there was no one he'd share a drowning sun to meet the night but him.

" don't look at me like that" draco whispered biting his lip

" like what ?"

" like you could love me "

In all unconsciousness, in his day dreams, in his thoughts, Draco was his and harry was his. But then again that's what it was, love in unconsciousness, love only in the heart not on the lips.

You never disappoint me 💜💜

Hello lovely! Here's a prompt idea for you:

"And all I've seen since eighteen hours ago

Is green eyes and freckles and your smile."

Go wild! 💙💙💙

@orange-peony Peony, it is an honor to have gotten this prompt from you--and especially such perfect lyrics!! So, for your consideration, some fluff! Enjoy.

Draco's head pounded in protest as he forced his eyes open against the streaming sunlight. He raised a feeble arm to defend against it, squinting and using the other hand to rub the sleep from his face.

Then, someone shifted next to him, and Draco was suddenly very much awake.

He nearly yelped in shock but bit his tongue just in time to block the sound. A tanned, muscled back rose and fell with sleep-heavy breaths, and a head of black, messy hair was pressed into the mattress under Draco's spare pillow.

Can a hangover cause hallucinations?

Just to be sure, Draco Accioed a hangover potion and drank it down, wincing at both the bitter taste and the fast-acting effects. He shook his head and looked back at the source of the disturbance.

Sure enough, Potter remained. Very much real, and very possibly naked, though the bedding covering his lower half left that fact a mystery.

Draco cringed as memories from the previous night came in flashes. Being stood up by his blind date and going to the Leaky to drink his sorrows away. Running into Potter, who'd met his half-hearted insults with mirthful, bright green eyes and easy grins. Being persuaded into joining Potter at his table in the corner. Talking the evening away, trading light banter and stolen glances and tentative, friendly touches. Having too many shots of firewhiskey and Potter offering to see him home safely.

The last thing he remembered was Potter holding the door for him as they left the bar.

Panic twisted in Draco's stomach. And he and Potter....?

And he'd missed the whole thing?

Draco closed his eyes and thumped his head back against the headboard. Of course. He'd finally had Potter in his bed, after years of fantasies and pining, and he couldn't remember any of it.

Potter stirred, then, and Draco froze.

What if Potter didn't remember what happened? What if he thought Draco took advantage? What if--

"Stop that, will you?"

Draco didn't hold back his yelp this time, Potter's interjection startling him from his thoughts.

"S-Stop what?"

"Overthinking--whatever it is. I can practically hear you panicking internally," Potter's rough, sleepy voice was far sexier than should be allowed. "It's fine."

Draco felt the knot in his chest begin to loosen. "Do you remember last night?"

The black-haired head nodded from its face-down position. "Gimme a second."

Draco held himself back from shaking his leg nervously against the bed as he watched Potter shake off the sleepy cobwebs in his mind. Finally, Potter sat up and turned, revealing taut abs and the waistband of his pants, the latter of which Draco noted with a mix of relief and disappointment.

"So, last night. We ran into each other at the Leaky, and--"

Draco waved a hand. "I remember all that. What happened after we left?"

Potter looked at him with amusement. "Bossy. Anyway, I brought you back here. You managed to put on your pajamas, but after that, you climbed into bed, you pulled me down. Said I was in no state to Apparate. I reminded you that I wasn't nearly as drunk as you and that I could just use the Floo, but you wouldn't take 'no' for an answer."

Draco's heart sank. "Potter, I sincerely apologize if, in my inebriated state, I was, er, less than--"

Potter interrupted him with a chuckle. "No, nothing happened. You just wanted me to sleep in here. I was just too tired to argue anymore."

"Then why, pray tell, are you wearing only pants?" Draco drawled, finally regaining some of his pride.

But Potter raised an eyebrow. "You said, 'Potter!'" Draco rolled his eyes as the other man put on an affected, exaggerated impression of him. "'Do not soil my silk sheets with your street clothes, you heathen! Sleep in your pants or borrow something of mine!' And none of your clothes fit me, so," Potter shrugged.

Draco nodded. "Well, thank you for your help last night, Potter. I very much appreciate it."

"No problem. You're not bad company, Malfoy," and Potter gave him another one of his easy smiles, like Draco was someone he just...smiled at.

"So, er," Draco coughed. "What happens now?"

Potter pressed his lips together. "Well, the way I see it, we have two choices. The first is, I can go and leave you to your Sunday morning. Or--" Potter looked away. "We could get up, I can make us breakfast, and I can get to know you better."

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Wh...why?"

"Like I said, you're not bad company. Maybe we can continue our conversation from last night--just with less alcohol," Potter smirked.

It would be easy to send Potter away. It would preserve his pride, that's for certain. And perhaps Draco of 18 hours ago would've done just that.

But, sometime last night, Draco had decided to give himself the chance that Potter seemed to think he deserved. The chance to change things. To have a fresh start. To make up for lost time.

Draco smiled. "Breakfast sounds great."

Send me an ask about Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

Constant

They say he’s a constant: the boy who lived, the man who won. He died and came back, he keeps dying and coming back – and that, they assure him, is a constant.

It’s rigid work, but Harry doesn’t complain. Can’t, even if he wanted to. There’s a role for him to play, he’s told, a responsibility. A duty. He’s familiar – a constant. His presence is a balm. They use him to soothe, to untangle. Or they use him to break, to disassemble. In any case, they use him. Now there’s a constant.

He’s a beacon, they say. A northern star. A light to guide them home, to rebuild around, to remind and to alert. To keep in mind, always, and to lead the charge, forever. Even if he gets nauseous all the way up there, that’s where he has to be. A constant. They say he’s a constant.

But Harry doesn’t feel much like a constant. Some days he doesn’t feel like anything at all; everything is blended together, blurred beyond recognition. Days become weeks. Months become years. He doesn’t mind it, most of the time. You can’t really see much up in the sky, it’s all dark anyway. Perhaps that wasn’t it, actually: maybe it’s just that the part of him that used to feel was killed off with the Horcrux. Maybe it was worn off, used too hard and too much to now be sanded smooth. Or maybe he was just too high up, too far away to reach. 

It doesn’t matter, really – he’s meant to be a constant. People depend on him. Calendars are set around him. Laws are dictated after him, policies formed following him, parties held in his honor, and throughout all of it he just –

Nothing. He nothing. The faces of the people he once loved are all mush in his memory, and it’s becoming increasingly harder to extract a single one. And so he does what he can, which is what he does best, which is what he’s always done; he simply is. Whatever they need, what they want him to be. A constant. A northern star. And if that means he must be stranded in deep space, constantly in the darkness, then – well. Then there’s that.

Sometimes he wishes he could be a constellation. To share this – thing, whatever it is, to share something. But the northern star is destined, doomed, to be alone. Up there in the vast emptiness, surrounded by silence, seen but unseeing. A guiding light, a beacon for mankind. Harry is tired, but he’ll make do. It’s what he does best.

He’s a constant.  

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt, blue. Blue makes me think of Joni Mitchell’s stunning album, and her song from it ‘a case of you’ always hits me so hard:

Just before our love got lost you said I am as constant as a northern star And I said, “Constantly in the darkness Where’s that at? If you want me I’ll be in the bar”