Letters Are Just Pieces Of Paper, I Said. Burn Them, And What Stays In Your Heart Will Stay; Keep Them,

“Letters are just pieces of paper,” I said. “Burn them, and what stays in your heart will stay; keep them, and what vanishes will vanish.”

— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

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."

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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.

Blue Tee-shirt

Draco frowned at Harry. “Must you wear that rag?” he asked. “I’ve seen elves with better sartorial sense.”

Harry smirked, well used to Draco’s retorts. His blue tee-shirt – gotten free with two boxes of Cheeri Owls – had faded in places. The collar was loose and the sleeves were frayed. Quite honestly, he only wore it to bug Draco.

“Ask me what it’s made of.”

Draco plonked himself down on their settee. “I’m not falling for that old chestnut,” he replied. “Boyfriend material. You need to find some new chat-up lines, Potter. That one is older than the moths in Weasley’s wallet.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Harry pouted, looking a little hurt. “Go on, Draco. Ask me what my tee-shirt is made of."

“Alright,” Draco answered, taking the bait. “What’s that decrepit, unkempt and altogether shabby tee-shirt made of?”

“Husband material,” Harry answered, chortling.

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This is a @drarrymicrofic and it is based on the prompt of blue.

Have a great week, lovelies.

42. Little things

Prompt used- giving piggy back ride | FLUFF | DOMESTIC | Draco finally asks Harry to move in with him |

" I don't know why do I have to do this " Harry groaned as he kneeled down to let Draco up on his back

" because you lost a bet. You said I couldn't eat 30 pancakes within an hour and I proved you wrong. Now the consequences may or May not have been different but since you lost a bet and you'd do anything I tell you for a week, give me a piggy back ride now "

" I hate you " Harry rolled his eyes, getting hold of Draco as he leaned up on his back

" aw, I love you too honey. Besides today's the last day, so you're going to be off the hook " Draco gave him a witty smile before hooking his arms around Harry's neck and resting his head into his neck, kissing the spot softly.

" well I absolutely had no idea that you had a stomach as that of hagrid " Harry said out of breath as he started climbing up the stairs, as a part of the lost bet

" shut up " he playfully swatted Harry's hand before clinging more closely to harry.

" you have the bags right ?" Harry asked.

" is it bad I levicorpused it ?" Draco asked innocently

" I live in a Muggle building Draco, will you at least try to be subtle about it "

" I am subtle. It's not my problem that you love living in a place where you have to fix your cupboards once every week "

" so it's screw's are a little weak. I got them changed last week " Harry Replied as he Bounced Draco up a little

" well anyways, they still keep falling off. I don't like making breakfast for you when it keeps falling on me almost half the time " Draco sighed into his neck

" Draco, honey, I love you but you have never cooked breakfast for me "

" hey, my lunch is my breakfast "

" and I can surely see that "

" you promised you'd love my body no matter what " Draco rolled his eyes

" I promised to love you, not your unhealthy eating habits " Harry groaned as he started fetching for his keys in his pockets.

" hello Mrs. Adelman " Harry suddenly said as he greeted his neighbour.

" hello, dear. You too Draco. Still keeping him on the bet ?" She asked humourously as he locked her door

" a man's got to do what he got to do " draco shrugged.

With a soft laugh, Mrs. Adelman left them alone

" can't believe she likes you more " Harry said as he kicked open the door.

" well If you'd talk baking with her, I'm sure she'd love you too " Draco replied as he jumped off his back and placed the bags on the kitchen table.

" but I suck at it "

" because you never tried it you idiot "

" you're forgetting, I did try, remember that day before Ron's birthday, I tried to bake a cake for him and it resulted in a disaster " Harry's Voice echoed as he looked into the fridge, fetching some cold water bottles.

" and I wonder who do you love more" Draco humoured as he caught the bottle Harry threw at him

" that's not even a question" Harry said as he walked by Draco into the living room.

" hey, you're staying at my place tonight, isn't it?" Draco asked

Harry threw his head back a little in forgotten promise " I'm so sorry, I can't. I have a bunch of office stuff lined up to complete. I still have that unpacking to do from our trip, Then there's laundry and I stayed at your place for three days just a day before yesterday and the cleaning charm Only works so good "

" but you said you would " Draco raised his shoulder for emphasis

" I know I did love, but I have to complete my work. Here's a thing, why don't you stay over ?"

" you think you're the only one with work huh? I have to read like 20 articles to finish up my study on the potion and write a letter to the ministry and - there's just work "Draco replied as he pushed back a small part of his hair behind his ear

" well then, I guess it's clear. We'll stay at our own places today " Harry waved his hand in a small motion with a shrug

" but I like it when you're over at my place " Draco whined

" I know, I do too babe but you understand the work right " Harry gave him a small smile before he pressed a chaste kiss over his forehead.

Draco hummed in approval, wrapping his arms Around Harry for a moment before letting go.

" I'll see you tomorrow then ?" Harry asked

" mhm, yeah " Draco forced a little smile, kissing harry then letting go of his boyfriend.

Draco was about to walk out of his flat when a strange idea struck his head " unless .."

" unless you help me with my things ?"

" what- no!! I love you but you do your shit in your own "

" you're no fun " Harry rolled his eyes

" i am fun and you know it " Draco glared at him.

" anyways that's besides the point. What if you work at my place ?" Draco suggested

" but then I'd have to do back and forth if I needed something " Harry frowned

" yes,but what if you had all your things there ? And you could even unpack there ?" Draco suggested raising his eyebrows expectedly.

" but then I'd have to back and fourth every morning and then all my things would be there and it would only increase my work " Harry scrunched his face in visible confusion

Draco widened his eyes at the dumbness of the man he chose to love " yes but if all your things would be there ,you wouldn't had to back and forth ?"

" but then-"

" oh for fucks sake, Harry I'm asking you to move on with me you daft idiot "

" but why-"

" you know what, nevermind I asked-"

" I'm only playing with you " Harry laughed pulling Draco closer to him and cupping his face to kiss him " of course I'd move in with you. About time you asked me to "

" well I don't understand why do I have to be the one to take the bigger steps ?" Draco rolled his eyes, his face still squished betweens Harry's hands.

" because my beloved, I take the smaller steps. Like doing your shopping, your Grocery shopping, your clothing shopping with you, reminding you of your letters, reminding you to wish people and you like being the bigger responsible one in this relationship " Harry grinned, admiring his Beautiful of a boyfriend

" well that is true " Draco nodded approvingly " so you will ?"

" of course Draco. I'd love to move in with you and wreck your place and now you can't unmove me " Harry pointed a finger at him in a playful threat

" should've thought of that before " Draco whispered under his breath before smiling at his boyfriend knowing despite everything he loved Harry wholeheartedly till the end of the world.

" now off you go, I'll meet you tomorrow. I've got shit to do " Harry pushed Draco a Little more towards the door.

" wow, I am so excited to move in with you" Draco sarcastically said as he leaned down to kiss Harry over his cheeks.

" I am too, now go and create space for me to move in "

" I can't wait " Draco smiled and then Harry finally pushed him out of the door

" I love you " Harry said

" love you too " and finally Harry shut the door, smiling to himself, excited for the new step in his relationship.

This is a very plain fluff but I hope you liked it

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Day 41- quidditch Field victories | Day 43 - sitting on other's lap

I- this is wow!!!!

I understand what's it's like to write something and it not meeting upto your expectations but this is brilliant!! Really brilliant !!!

A prompt :

“Sometimes... When you’re asleep... I look at you and my mind drifts to what our future holds. And I think I fall more in love with you.”

His Inevitable Truth

Hermione was wholly and entirely terrifying. Now, as her look of disappointed rage was unjustly trained on him, he wondered why he ever bothered to save her from that troll back in first year, anyway. Harry had the urge to tell her that, but he wouldn’t, of course. He didn’t want to die.

“You told her you would Floo her, Harry. If you had no intention of doing that, why did you say you would?”

It was their weekly pub night. A night that was supposed to be full of laughter and joy, dancing and snogging. Unfortunately for Harry, absolutely none of this seemed to be happening for him.

While Draco was off dancing with some black-haired, muscled, stupid, idiotic prat, he was boxed between Ron and Blaise with Hermione across from him. She was making no attempt to conceal how much she’d like to skin him alive, which ruined the carefree vibe in their small booth at the back of the pub.

It wasn’t his fault, really. The girl Hermione set him up with had been too happy, too friendly, and her hair was utterly too brown. Blaise chucked, and Hermione’s eyes reignited when he relayed that particular information.

Ron snorted and ruffled Harry’s hair, trying to ease the palpable tension between his best friend and wife. “So lemme, guess,” Ron said, red cheeks flushed from one too many pints, “you want a blonde prat whose skills in sarcasm are unmatched?”

Harry opened his mouth to state that yes, in fact, that was precisely what he wanted. But then he realized the implications of that statement and swiftly shut his mouth.

Hermione shot Ron an inscrutable look, and suspicion mounted in Harry’s chest. “What do you know?” Harry asked eyes narrowed and mouth firm.

Blaise nudged him from the other side and raised his stupid perfect eyebrows. “No, Harry. What do you know?”

Harry glanced at Draco, who was now grinding unapologetically on the Stupid Prat. Jealousy curled in his gut, and he had half a mind to deck the idiot for even thinking about touching Draco, much less actually doing it. Draco was Harry’s, even if he didn’t know it yet.

And really, that was the problem, wasn’t it? Harry had thought that his love for Draco was a well-kept secret between himself and — well, himself.

But it was hard to control the flush that ran up the back of his neck every time Draco so much as existed in his general vicinity. The stuttering and general idiotic behavior were merely other symptoms of Draco’s unresistible charm.

Ron’s heavy-handed pat brought him out of his thoughts. “Face it, mate. You wanna shag Malfoy.”

“I do not!” Harry sputtered, slamming his pint down so hard that the liquid sloshed over the edge. It was painful to note that not only was he now in possession of less beer, he also was really, really bad at lying.

Three pairs of raised eyebrows bore down on him until he felt almost forced to respond. He opened his mouth to deny the accusation once more, but Hermione reminded him that she had the right to deny Harry his status as Godfather to soon-to-be-born little Rosie.

“Okay, okay,” he groaned and placed his face in his hands to hide the blush that was beginning to spread across his cheeks. He took a breath and tried to find the words to articulate his feelings. “It’s just… he always comes over to my flat every Saturday after pub night and changes into those stupid green silk pajamas that he keeps at my house. You know the ones with his initials sewn on the breast pocket? Anyway, he looks absolutely brilliant in them. All we do is watch Muggle films, but I can hardly pay attention because he’s just so beautiful that I want to—”

He paused to breathe. He felt his heart hammering in his chest as a small smile graced his lips. “It started during eighth year, and we just— we never stopped. Most of the time, he falls asleep on my couch, and sometimes— sometimes when he is asleep, I kind of just look at him, and my mind drifts to what our future could hold. You know, if he just— just returned my feelings. It feels like every moment that I’m around him, I just fall more and more, and there’s literally nothing I can do to stop it.”

He was breathless by the time he finished, heart skipping a beat and eyes closed. He’s admitted that he was in love with Draco once before, but that was in front of a mirror, and Harry cringed so hard he felt like he would die if he were to ever do it again.

Hesitantly, he opened his eyes only to be confronted with three pairs of eyes blinking owlishly at him, mouths agape. Ron and Hermione shared a look before blinding smiles enveloped their faces, and Blaise laughed out loud.

“Goddamn it, you’re in love with him,” Ron murmured.

“Well, I— yeah?” Harry was confused; wasn’t that what they were talking about?

Hermione reached across the table, grabbing Harry’s balled fist in her soft hands; all former ire melted away. “Oh, Harry. We thought you just wanted a shag! We didn’t know you were in love!”

“Have you been pining for three years, mate? That’s kind of pathe— Ouch!” Blaise abruptly leaned down below the table to rub his shins, presumably where Hermione had just kicked him.

“Harry,” Blaise hesitantly tried again, gaze trained on Hermione, “you know he loves you too?”

Harry scoffed and looked back at Draco talking to Stupid Prat by the bar. Draco was shaking his head, and the man looked annoyed but started walking away. Draco turned to approach their booth.

Just before Draco made it back to their table, Ron whispered, “He never pulls Harry, do you notice that? He always goes home with you. Why do you think that is?”

Harry opened his mouth to let countless other explanations pour out of his mouth, but Draco’s relaxed drawl beat him to it. “James Bond tonight, Harry?” he asked.

Harry smiled, the inevitable flush staining his cheeks once. “Again?”

“Always.” Draco held out his hand to help Harry out of the booth, and Harry took it.

Hello, Anon! I tweaked the prompt just a little! Hope you don’t mind. This took a long time and I’m not satisfied, but here it is! Hope you enjoy! 🤍