Please Do 8th, I Am A Whore For That One!!

Please do 8th, I am a whore for that one!! 😗

Bitter addiction

For @drarry-is-my-therapy | Dialogueprompt: " if you bite that lip one more time, I'm going to go it for you "

⚠️- SMUT | TANGLED FEELINGS | JEALOUSY | TOP HARRY |

Someone wise said There’s a fine line between love and hate, so fine that it may even seem like a point if far into deep. And so exists a very fine line between love and lust, much mistaken often to be the same. Combining the three, love, hate and lust, were what harry felt for draco. He hated draco, loathed with every single atomic matter that ran in his veins, his muscles and his psychological being and yet he loved the way draco was, they way everything about him screamed ' watch me', effortless in every sense, like he must've been curated by Michael Angelo himself, and harry loved him like he loved the hate he had for him. The man could snap a finger and he would be the hottest, most beautiful man in any room, just like an angel had himself come down to show mercy on harry and then there was lust. The most dangerous of them all. For once harry could handle the love and the absolute hate, but lust, it drove him crazy. It kept him up nights after night in relentless sighs, moaning and whispering his name like a prayer he'd learnt since he was a child. And above all, he hated that Draco made him feel.

Harry had been with men and women, woken up with strangers and had scattered them away but that one drunken night after work had transitioned into a fixed memory, as if everyone had after him was based on such evaluation, that everyone after him would have to be analytically better than him, but he had no competition. He was one of his kind, only one of who could make harry desperate to have him writhing under him and that was Draco. Harry remembers that night vividly when they had stumbled from the bar, to the kitchen in Harry's place, sloppily kissing each other, with moans emerging out of them like a rhyme to a poetry, and the hands all over each other. He remembers kissing the side of Draco's neck, hearing that grunt that made him groan in pleasure that sent fireworks across his body and all how Draco humped for the tiniest of friction between their bodies. One thing after another, Draco was lying under Harry, moaning for more, his eyes sparkling with the tears of pleasure as he asked Harry to go faster, like he meant it and harry remembered going on and on until the last of his breath gave out and he collapsed on top of Draco, marking his neck with hickey's in hopes that he may never forget the wondrous night.

But Draco had left much before Harry could've asked him anything and harry knew the sign too well, being the one who did it too often himself. He went to work that very next morning, not seeing Draco, even though they shared a room and even the same case but all Harry thought of was the pleasured look on Draco's face.

But they never discussed that night, as if so it was only a drunken mistake and nothing was left to talk about. Harry knew it then to never get involved with Draco, yet somehow, there he was with Draco's hands pinned against the bed above his head with one of Harry's hand resting over his little waist as he fucked Draco with so much of a pleasure.

But this time, Draco left before morning with a note " thanks for a great night ~ D.m."

Harry didn't know if he should've replied or not, but somehow decided he'd talk with him over work. But like last week, he couldn't, not because there wasn't anything left off to do but because he had Found him Flirting with Jackson in Muggle artifacts department.

This happened 3 more times in total when Harry had let down his so pulled up guard with only simple words that Draco Whispered in his ears when they'd dance " I want you, harry "

It was as if, Draco too was addicted with the pleasure of feeling Harry's soft, tanned skin against his, feeling his arms as Harry fucked him over the bed, feeling of his hands being pinned and seeing in Harry's eyes. Maybe it was bitter addiction to both of them, but it was addiction.

" he's playing on something " Ron had warned harry when Harry had tried to seek some advice while they were on a usual 'bitch about' session.

" what exactly could he even play at ?"

" I don't know Harry, maybe he's wanting you to reach out to him or definitely playing hard to get. Whatever it is, it seems like friends with benefits, only you don't know how if it really is your case " Ron explained as he squinted his eyes from the narrow beam of sunlight that hit his eyes

" why would he even do that ?" Harry sighed as he slumped further in his chair " I mean I'm fine with friends with Benefits but if that's what it is, I need to know "

" you're fine with friend's with benefits?" Ron asked as though he was surprised

" I mean- yeah. It's not like it's total shit. I mean yes there's a risk of actually liking him but what most plausibly could go wrong now. I hate him, yet I like him too "

" hm- you guys always have had a pretty weird relationship " Ron hummed playing with the crystal ball from his table

" I don't know. I'd Just like to know whatever it is that we have, like is it like exclusive or friend's with benefits or if it's just some random hook-"

" is he a jealous guy ?" Ron suddenly asked leaning forward as though he was finally attentive

" what ? "

" is he the jealous type of guy ?" He asked

" I- I don't know. I haven't seen him being potentially jealous of someone around me, although he does make sure that everyone watches him when he dances with me, but I don't think that's him trying to make anyone jealous " harry shrugged

" what's your point anyways ?" Harry asked crossing his legs

" you guy's are not exclusive, not that you two know and knowing you two both won't talk about it, make it seem like whatever you two have is exclusive"

" how exactly ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows

" let's say, the next time you guys hook up, you stay up, or something, tell him to go Maybe and that someone's coming over " Ron suggested

" that's a shit suggestion but I agree on what you're trying to get on. I just have to make him jealous " harry hummed as he stared at the wall behind him

" exactly. Now you just have to find someone to actually make him jealous through "

" and who would that be ?"

" hey, ron can I talk to you for a mom- oh, send me a memo, whenever you're free "

Harry looked at Ron curiously as though the wildest idea came into his head " Blaise? You got a moment ?"

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Harry grinded his body against Draco's as they danced to the low music of the bar they had gotten drunk in like every other time it happened. Harry enjoyed the sensation of feeling Draco's hands over his side's, his body pressed against his own, his breath fanning over Harry neck, swaying his body with Harry's moves and then, there it was,

" I want you, harry "

Harry smirked to himself as he still danced against Draco, ignoring the uncontrollable urge to disapparate them to his bedroom.

" I'm sorry but I got a date in a few minutes " harry replied, his voice coming more of a rasp

Draco's Hands suddenly stopped swaying, his body becoming slightly stiffer as he mumbled " you got a date?"

Harry smirked to himself as he turned around " yes, a date. I'll see you around Draco" he winked and walked off to the bar, ordering one drinking, gulping it away and then he met Blaise.

Harry made it so much sure that draco definitely saw Harry Flirtatiously Whispering in Blaise ears. And grinned happily when he found Draco was watching, with a stern face.

The whole pretend with Blaise and dodging draco went on for 2 week until Draco had to ask, he just had to.

" what's the deal between you and Blaise ?" Draco narrowed his eyes from across the table at harry as he pushed back his chair to lean backwards

Harry looked down from where he was standing finding some file with an amused smile " nothing special. Why do you ask ?"

" no reason, apart from the fact that it seems unrealistic. Like it's staged " Draco tilted his head for emphasis.

" staged ? Looks like someone can't digest that I'm with someone " harry snickered softly as he stacked away files

" then tell me what Exactly of an item even are you and him ?" Draco asked, merely curious, perhaps more.

" nothing exclusive. Random hook ups. A few dates. Why are you suddenly so curious about me and Blaise ? Are you, perhaps, jealous ?" Harry looked at Draco with a mocking smirk

" jealous! Why would I be ?"

" I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm not just with you but with someone else too" Harry's Voice densed as he stepped closer to the chair draco was sitting on.

" why should that bother me ? We're not exclusive " Draco looked anywhere but Harry's face, as if he felt slightly embarrassed.

" exactly. So it's my business however I like to fuck Blaise, against the wall or against the bed. And that shouldn't bother you " harry smirked as he put his hands over the sides of Draco's chair, leaning down to face Draco.

" it's none of my business " Draco gulped as he stared at the proximity of their faces

" not your business, right. Then you won't mind if i tell you we hooked up after the last time we hooked up ?" Harry asked as he tried his best to stare at Draco's lips without wanting to kiss them.

" nope. Not my business. You're at perfect liberty to kiss whoever you want, whenever you want and wherever you want " Draco replied without taking his eyes off Harry's lips, as though if Harry leaned anymore closer he won't be able to resist himself.

" and how I kiss, right. It won't bother you if I kiss over his neck, give him a hickey as he moans, right. It won't bother you if I told you that I kissed him behind the building, made out even, or the fact that I kissed him when I fucked him last night or that I bit his lips, licked his lips and passionately kissed him with tongue with the desperation to just Rip each others clothes off with and just fuck until our breaths gave out like I fucked you against the bed, with your hands pinned above your head while you kept moaning my name and begging me to go faster. It won't bother you if I said, I did it with him too " harry rasped

" y- yes. It doesn't bother me " Draco swallowed.

" good then" and harry walked away back to stacking his files up in the rack again.

" I suppose you'd be bringing him to ministry dinner ? Rockwall's retirement dinner?" Draco had asked at the end of the day just before they left

" who ?"

" Blaise " he could've sworn Draco smirked before he had turned away to pick up his coat from the stand.

Harry frowned before he realised why he would " oh, I- no. We're not that public kind of couple sort of thing yet so. I'll ask him though"

" you should bring him " Draco had smiled mockingly before he walked out of the door, leaving Harry to fetch his own coat and bags.

" what's he playing at now ?" Harry furiously Whispered to himself as he left for home.

He didn't figure out what Exactly Draco was playing at until the very day of the ministry dinner and they were sat at the far end of the table, facing each other. Everything seemed fine until during the middle of the dinner, Harry not so subtly jerked on the feeling of something going up his legs. He apologized across the table until he noticed Draco sitting on opposite side as if he was satisfied with something and harry just knew, it was going to be one heck of a night.

He tried hard but Harry was forced to watch Draco eat, as he swirled his tongue around that of a cherry, tying it in a knot in mouths before he popped it into his mouth maintaining an eye contact with harry. It wasn't as if harry didn't had a choice, he had, he could simply look away from watching Draco sucking on straw rather seductively, eating a cherry or licking his fingers, but he couldn't simply resist because of the tension it forced down Harry. He was forced to watch Draco eat because if he didn't, he felt the world would implode with the energy between them. Draco too made sure harry was watching him and when he finally did take his eyes off him while eating, he travelled his legs up Harry's legs, slowly and carefully, causing a tingling sensation as he bit his lip. With almost a yelp, harry held the corner of the table tightly as his knuckles turned white, controlling himself. He wanted Draco to stop doing whatever he was trying to do but lord was he mesmerised with Draco biting his lips anytime Harry looked at him. It drove him crazy, more on the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

Harry allowed everything to go as Draco until he was sure he felt something brush against his zipper. Harry almost grasped it, without a catch because there wasn't anything to catch. Suspecting Draco must be behind, as he was, he looked at him, glared at him more like to stop doing it, when he felt the tingling sensation again with Draco much juice-ly biting his lip with a wink and harry was done..

" would you all excuse. I have to use the washroom " harry immediately rushed to the washrooms, closing the door behind and breathed heavily. He stared down his pants, a much clearly visible boner had taken place because of Draco's mischievous behaviour and somehow harry loved it. He loved the tension, the lust and all the sexual energy there was. But sat in a ministry dinner he couldn't afford to have a boner or have inappropriate thoughts of fucking Draco right there because of how highly unethical it was.

Harry pushed himself away from the door, clearing his mind as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his body relaxing little by little. To do at least something while he relaxed further, he washed his hands and just then he heard the door unlock.

" they're missing you out there " he smirked as he closed the door behind him, locking it with his back pressed against it, arms crossing in front.

" fuck off Draco " harry rolled his eyes as he closed off the Tap, taking the tissue and drying his hand.

" oh we got a little Arousal " Draco teased as he had seen Harry's pants. Harry blushed in embarrassment but didn't deter.

" because of you " Harry rolled his eyes turning around, pocketing his hands. Draco pushed himself from the door, walking towards Harry leaned over the sink, his back facing the mirrors.

Draco with lustful intentions, grabbed Harry's tie pulling him closer " I'm very glad then " he smirked as he swiftly tried to way his hands down Harry's body

" Draco-" harry rasped getting hold of Draco's hand, stopping it from going further

Draco smirked as he leaned over to Harry's ear, Whispering " I've got you Harry "

Draco bit his lip as he leaned backwards to watch harry trying to control his breathing as he was forced to watch Draco's lips.

" what you gonna do now ?" Draco seductively questioned as he moved his other hand to immediately cup Harry's pants.

" fuck " harry gasped as he tried to hold of Draco's hands but was pinned behind him with Draco's hold.

" i knew you and Blaise were never a thing"

Draco bit his lip as he cupped a little tighter than before, feeling how hard Harry have became in such a short span of time since he came in the washroom.

" I swear Draco, If you're going to bite that lip one more time, I'm going to do it for you " Harry's Voice deepened as he stayed there watching Draco with lust.

Draco smirked as he licked his lip and bit them again but a warning been given once, harry didn't waste time in pining Draco against the wall by their side in a few seconds that Draco didn't see it coming however he wasn't surprised.

" I warned you " harry purred

" who said I didn't want you to " Draco smirked. Harry only looked at him for a second before he pulled draco into a much awaited long kiss of lustful passion embodying their tongues in little battle of dominance. But once gave in, Draco never again stood a chance against the dominant harry, biting off Draco's lip without a care in the world only to hear him make the same sound he always did whenever harry found his lips over Draco. It was as if their lips were designed, but only for them, like they were made to be kissed by no one but them. Harry knew Draco was giving in because he liked it,he liked it when Harry was rough, he liked it when Harry took control because it was unexpected of whatever Harry would do and Draco loved it. He loved the passion, the desire, the desperation Harry's mouth held as they finely pressed against his as if his tongue was trying to write a letter over his mouth. And they kissed like they Only had other's air to survive on. They kissed like never before.

" admit it, you were jealous " Harry teased as he bit Draco's bottom lips, his body adjusted betweens Harry's leg as he was sat over the sink

" in your dreams potter " Draco moaned tugging the end of the roots of Harry's hair.

" you are a lot more than just jealous in my dreams malfoy " harry purred as he kissed him again, much nastily this time, as if it was a necessity.

" show me all you got " Draco moaned into his mouth and harry wasted no further time in apparating them to his bedroom without thinking of anyone at the party or what would he explain or how would he in the first place. All he cared right now was Draco, and his tangled feelings for him.

" you sure ?" Harry had asked only once after they had messily taken off each other's shirt off, now lost somewhere in the puddle of clothes while he was on top of Draco.

" never been more " Draco moaned before he pulled harry down into another messy kiss and slipped into the intimacy of moaning his name as they fucked again over his bed, only this time it was more than just fucking, Maybe it always had been more than just fucking to them. It might've been Making love, who knew, not even them, they were just hormonal men seeking desires to be fulfilled.

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Someone to call home

so a couple of weeks ago i received a request by an anon for a fluffy fic about about harry owning a coffee shop and draco being an auror. they meet after the war, become friends, then best friends and then husbands. tho because of whatever stupid reason, the answer request is suddenly lost, tho here is your (anon) fic .

Fluff | physical touch |

For some people, love only happens once, but for some people, it happens everyday, and this is theirs, A romance of, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

Where did it begin? A coffee shop. How ? nobody knows. Maybe it was in those sweet little conversations when they first met after the war when they had forgiven each other and Harry gave Draco a free coffee or maybe it was in the soft physical touches or maybe it was in their eyes. It all began somewhere and it never ended. Maybe it was also in the rain from when they first met and Draco had returned from his auror training in need of a shelter and had accidentally ran into harry. From little sneers, to quips, to smiling at each other in forgiveness, they matured and they grew. It was something to see when everyone used to mistake them for being a couple, oh their traitor heart would flutter but would they politely deny. But how should they must’ve not known that they could never be not be more than friends, it was there, lingering in the air, like a promise, like maybe a destiny they couldn’t avoid when during a simple jokes of laughing next to each other, they had shared their first kiss and simply smiled afterwards as though they had been doing this for their whole lives. 

Maybe it was in those little smiles draco gave him, or maybe it was in those hand shakes, or maybe it was in those sparkling eyes, or maybe it when they used to walk home together laughing, or maybe it was during when draco took care of him, or maybe it was in that secret smiles, or maybe it was in those little gifts he made harry, or maybe it was in his visiting the graves with harry, or maybe it was in bringing flowers, or maybe it was in those little arguments about why harry deserved better, or maybe it was in those times when draco would look at harry in a room full when he played the piano at a gig, or maybe it was when he would dedicate a song to harry, or maybe it was when draco tried to learn to whip coffees like harry, or maybe it was in those fun duels they had, or maybe it was in walks in the park, or maybe it was draco buying harry a dog as a gift, or maybe it was in those soft forehead kisses, or maybe it was in those soft touches when draco would run small circles over harrys hands when he’s feel bad, or maybe it was the night of the concert when all harry could look at was draco singing at the top of his lungs covered in glitters, or maybe it was when draco would read to him, or maybe it was in seeing their silly photographs together and giggling about, or maybe it was when the first time they kissed, harry fell somewhere along the way for his best friend. 

For draco it might’ve been in forgiveness, or maybe it was in the first brewed coffee, or maybe it was during harry’s surprise small visits at his work, or maybe it was in those meals harry would cook for him, or maybe in those little singing jams when they’d sing their hearts out on a random friday at draco’s house, maybe it was in harry braiding his hair, or maybe it was in harry buying him expensive gifts, or maybe it was in listening to draco when nobody else did, or maybe it was in those little letters harry would write about how he looked good today or what he’d cook for them, or maybe it was in that little silly kitchen fight when they threw the flour at each other, or maybe it was in those deep late night conversations they would have, or maybe it was during the times when draco would come late from work and harry would be up waiting for him, or maybe it was during the time harry took him to Rome just to make him  eat his favourite pizza, or maybe it was after draco’s first birthday with harry when they were sitting on the rooftop laughing hysterically and glancing at each other dissolving into sober smiles, maybe it was in harry smiling and singing along and bobbing his head side to side whenever draco would play the piano, or maybe it was in painting draco’s nails late at night for fun, or maybe it was in that heart throbbing smile harry would give him, or maybe it was in tendering his wounds and kissing his forehead telling him that everything will be alright, or maybe it was during any of their conversations or maybe it was in harry gazing at him like a kid when he’d read to him, or maybe it was in kissing him for the first time, he fell somewhere for his best friend and he loved it. 

But when they stood on the altar speaking their vows, they knew there was nobody they would want to share the morning kisses with, or the sweet passion in love making, or sharing kissing on others neck, or kissing their lips, or someone to abide the vows to, or making everyday special, or making dinner for other, or someone to share a child with, or waking up with someone for the rest of their lives, or someone they’d watch each and every show with, or someone to take for walks, or someone to sing to, or someone to share dinner with, or someone to decide the colour of the wall with, or someone to rant to, or someone to bath with after a long day, or someone to attend rest of the weddings with, or someone to shop for toothpaste with, or someone to fight over with for which couch to purchase, or someone to yell at, or someone to fly away with, or someone to fight every battle with, or someone to write songs for, or someone to grow old with,or someone to find their heaven with,or someone to love each day and never get bored of it, there was nobody else for them, but them. 

So they lived in tales like the forever couple bought by differences together, making the impossible possible, giving hope that even the worst could work out if you love. 

But when did they fell in love? Nobody knew, maybe it was in the sweet smiles in the coffee shop or maybe it was in the first kiss or maybe it was every time, they loved each other and when they fell in love it never mattered.They found their little teardrops of heaven with, a person to call home, someone to rest their face on shoulder to, someone to promise forever and always to and that’s what mattered.  

I'm beyond devasted to bring this out immensely late but I'm emptying out the inbox now. Sorry for anyone who requests and gets on hold. I'll try my best to respond soon..

Harry: *listens to One Direction*

Harry: *sings* I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

Ron: Little things as in draco's di-

Hermione: RONALD!

Ours

Summary: What’s big, sunny, and in the countryside? Harry have to guess it. Wordcount: 700 Tags: texting fic, domestic drarry

For @textrovert-01 for encouraging me to write it, even if it wasn’t your intention❤️ Thanks to mosroel for the beta❤️

You can read it on AO3

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Today 10:35 AM

Hey, you there?

Yeah

did something happen?

I found it

You found what?

Today 10:40 AM

Draco??

What did you find!?

Guess

Something you lost? My old snitch? The T-shirt you said you’ve lost but know for a fact you threw in the trash because you hated it?

I DID NOT HATE IT, YOU PRAT! I lost it!

Sure

It was orange

I love orange

Sure

I do

Anyway, that’s not the point! Guess what I found!

I honestly have no idea of what it could be

You’re not fun at all

I’m pouting, by the way

You pouting isn’t going to make me guess what the hell you found

And btw I’m in a meeting, I shouldn’t be texting you right now

Oh, but you are!

Do you want to sext? I’d love to see you trying to keep a straight face there in front of McGonagall while I tell you what I want to do to you

OMG NO! Shut up!

I’m not answering you anymore if you do that

I want to touch your pine

My pine? You want to touch my pine?

penis*!!

So hot! I’ve always liked people touching my pine

People???

Are you going to be a dramatic git now over one word?

NO! I’m just jealous you let people touch your pine, but you make fun of me when I say it

Idiot

One hint! It’s big!

What?

Oh, we’re back at the guessing game

A dog?

No. We already have a wonderful and perfect dog

A fridge?

A fridge? That’s what you think makes me so excited? A fridge? Merlin, Potter. I’m not at that stage of adulthood yet

You spent TWO HOURS yesterday talking about supermarkets

SAINSBURY’S HAVE BETTER ICE-CREAM THAN TESCO AND THAT’S A FACT!

Easy there, supermarket’s expert

Fuck

McG is looking funny at me. I think she suspects something

Say hi to Minerva for me when she rips your limbs apart❤️

Today 11:05 AM

Did she kill you?

No, I’m still alive, but I had to hide the phone

I can text now, or talk if you want

Can’t. I’m at St Mungo’s. Baby guard, must be silent shhhh

How’s Scorpius?

Beautiful

You’re so cute when you talk about him

I know

SECOND HINT

It’s sunny

A beach?

Yes, Potter, I found a beach in ENGLAND that is sunny

Summer and climate change are things

It’s November, and it’s fucking freezing

Woah! Are you supposed to speak like that in the baby guard??

They can’t read

Okay, you’re thicker than I thought. Third hint: it’s in the countryside

Big, sunny, and countryside? A farm? But I don’t know why you of all people would be excited about a farm

Because I’m not. I don’t want to get dirty with pigs and cows and mud

You know what? I think you’re rubbish at giving hints

Wait, no

I KNOW you’re rubbish at it

THE TIME WE PLAYED THAT STUPID GAME AT GRANGER’S HAS BEEN WILDLY TWISTED!

Sure, love. Anyone could have guessed that small, weird, and disgusting were describing a pear

Exactly. And don’t you forget that

Today 11:25 AM

A field

A tree

A cow

A house

Sorry, I was saying goodbye to my perfect son

A cow??? A cow???

Since when are cows sunny??

So it isn’t a cow

Pity

I’ve always wanted one

Liar

You’re scared of them

We agreed on not talking about that again!!!

You agreed on that. I took pictures of your scared arse running away from that little cow

It wasn’t little

It was tiny

COWS AREN’T TINY! THEY’RE GIANT BY DEFINITION!

That one had been alive for like 3 hours

And it was huge

You guessed it, by the way

What?? Which one was it??

A house???

You found us a house????

YES!

A big, sunny,  in the countryside house!

OMG, DRACO! Why didn’t you say so before??

I’m crying!

I’m so excited that I’m crying!

Don’t you want to see it first?

I trust you. I know it’s perfect

And it’ll be ours

Yes! Ours to spend the rest of our life in!

I love you

Don’t be such a sap❤️

With you, anywhere, everywhere

It was raining that day too, in a way, flakes of snow drifting down slowly. The world was white – peace and innocence. He held out his hand for the snowflakes that settled like frosted kisses on his palm. He closed his eyes, and his lips curved into a smile.

“Are you ready?” Remus asked, his smile soft. He swallowed, and gave him a nod. The man chuckled, and gave the slightest shake to his head. “Nervous, are you?”

“I – Yes, I’m nervous.”

“I was nervous as well,” Remus said, with a smirk. “On the day I got married to Sirius.”

He scoffed. “You weren’t nervous.”

“I was,” Remus said with a small laugh, a small, sort of fond quirk of his mouth while he carded his fingers through his hair. “But you’re doing considerably well, I had a panic attack five minutes before walking down the aisle.”

“I’m not,” Draco said, dropping his face into his palms. “We aren’t rushing into this, are we? I want to marry him, but I’m so nervous and I should’ve chosen the other suit –

“Draco,” he said calmly, with a hint of amusement. “Walk down aisle, and your worries will fade away, I assure you.”

He swallowed, cleared his throat, a familiar panic rising within him once more at the prospect, “I – fine, sure.”

The interior of the atrium was done up in white and light blue, glittering icicles hanging from the walls, and the room was warm. They began to walk down the aisle, as he drew his gaze up from the dark green carpet swirling with silver, to meet the faces of their guests.

Yet, he was nervous. Even now. No, he couldn’t focus on the guests. His gaze turned to the makeshift altar, glancing briefly at Ron wearing a pitch-black suit. And there he was – Harry, in a white suit, contrasting beautifully with his tan skin, hair as messy as the day they first met, glasses the same wireframes he'd always had. The man he loved.

And his worries faded away. Remus nudged him softly, muttering a soft: “I told you so.”

“Hey, gorgeous.” He said at the altar, as they laced their fingers together. Their eyes with glistening with tears, and he knew that one of them was going to cry.

Draco was wearing a white suit with light blue accents, a deep plum calla lily sticking out of his lapel pocket. Harry sporting a classic white lily, his suit accented in green.

A dreamy voice broke through, considerably calm, “We are gathered today to commemorate a beautiful moment in the lives of these two men.”

Luna's blond hair fell to her waist in golden spindles, her radiant yellow dress circling her in various frills, smiling suns hanging from her ears.

Her cheeks were flushed, blue eyes bright, as she held out her hands. “In the brumal cold of December, they’re going to get married. We’ve watched their love grow, and the animosity fade.”

They smirked at each other, as Draco mouthed: “Scared, Potter?”

Harry chuckled, and gave a slight shake to his head before he muttered, “You wish.”

Luna fixed her gaze on Ginny, as she said. “Love sustains you, and to marry the person you love, is a commitment. A commitment to be with each other, and a way of saying that you’ll always be there,” A beat, “Now, the vows.”

Draco commenced crying, as he began reciting his vows. “Harry, I’ve always been drawn to you. I would’ve never expected myself to fall in love with you. I didn’t see that coming. But I’ve learnt to expect the unexpected with you.”

He paused briefly, gaining his composure. “You captivate me in ways, no other soul ever will. You, Harry James Potter, are everything my heart dreams of.”

Draco was crying, a lot freely than he wanted to. Harry reached out, and wiped a tear with his thumb and gave him a soft smile.

“I would’ve never imagined that you would love me, and that was a gift beyond fantasy that I could dare to think. It’s always been a fantasy of mine, to be your husband. Your partner. And I know this, Harry – I love you, and I’ll love you until I take my last breath.”

Draco fumbled with the gold band for a moment before managing to slide it on the trembling finger and chuckled as Harry stared at it. He blinked, and peered into the grey eyes. It was engraved with the familiar words: Même les constellations ne peuvent pas comprendre mon amour pour vous.

Even the constellations can't fathom my love for you.

“I’ve never had a normal life. It has always taken an unexpected turn. And on that night, near the black lake, you saw the scars that I didn’t want anyone to.”

His gaze flickered to the faint scar on the back of his hand: I must not tell lies. Draco ran his thumb over the scar absent-mindedly. “It was instinctive, the way I fell in love with you. It was like an effortless intake of breath. You have bewitched me, Draco Malfoy – heart and soul.”

“And I don’t care about the obstacles ahead, because with you – I know I can achieve infinities. You are my destiny. You are my forever. You are the magic, Draco Malfoy.”

He slipped the gold ring into Draco’s trembling finger, engraved with: Mon cœur t’appartiendra toujours.

My heart will always belong to you.

“It is my honor,” Luna said, in a soft voice. “To pronounce you one.”

Draco inched closer, as he drew him into a kiss. It was slow and sweet and lingering, taking their time to taste and savour the other's lips. “The show’s over, mate!” Ron said with a soft laugh, “Besides, I’m starving.”

“Yeah. Go, Ron. Lead the way.” Draco said, with a satisfied smirk. The snow had begun to fall again, languidly landing on them, and vanishing into the air. “We’ll be right behind you.”

“You can’t ask us to start without you –

“I can,” Draco said, waving his hand dismissively at him. “Go on, we’ll join you.”

“Come on, you lot.” Sirius announced. "Give them a moment, they just got married!"

Ron gave him an eye-roll for good measure, before leading the others outside. The real snowfall outside was visible through the glass ceiling. They had been through so much together. The horcrux hunting, the war and the healing. He would’ve never imagined that they would’ve made it so far.

“Hey,” Harry said, with a confused frown. “We’re not going outside?”

“No,” Draco said, brushing his thumb across the oh-so familiar cheekbone. “Because I want to dance with my husband.”

“We’re supposed to dance after the –

“Harry,” Draco cut in, shaking his head in disbelief. “Dance with me, will you?”

He closed his eyes, as a soft music drifted in the air. He nodded, as Draco laced their fingers together and twirled him. His emerald eyes glistened, and a smile spread across his beautiful face. “You know how to be romantic.”

“I know,” Draco chuckled, as they glided effortlessly around the floor in the music, their actions were smooth and confident. Harry’s messy black fringe fell across his scar, and Draco brushed it away.

“I was nervous, you know?” Harry whispered, brushing their lips together. The warmth and tenderness coursed through his body, and he gave the blond a soft smile. “But when you walked down the aisle –

“Your worries faded, and you knew that you wanted to marry me more than anything in the world.”

Harry’s mouth was caught open in a small ‘o’.

“Yes, you wanker.” Draco chuckled, twirling him around and drew him close. “I was nervous, but I saw you. And I knew that I wanted the privilege to call you my husband.”

He could vaguely hear the noise outside. It was almost distant. He was focused on Harry, and dancing with him. His husband.

“Do you remember the dance we had in remembrance ball, eighth year?”

“Yeah,” Draco laughed, recalling the events of the party. “I believe that you asked me to marry you, because I was insanely gorgeous in that suit.”

“Or that you told me that I changed you, and your life. And granted, that you couldn’t feel your fucking toes – You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“I would never have it any other way, love.”

As the music slowed down, Harry dipped him to the floor and leaned down, brushing his lips gently over his. Draco snaked his arms around his neck, melting into the kiss but also deepening it as he drew Harry’s face closer to his own. “I love you, you enormously stubborn pain in the arse.”

“I love you, you absolute wanker.” Harry whispered against his mouth, and pressed their foreheads together. He was slightly breathless at the way Draco held him close. “Have a destination in mind, do you? We’re supposed to go somewhere.”

“Yes,” he said, chuckling softly. “We’re going to India. I hear that it’s beautiful, and I’ve always wanted to go with you.”

“Knowing you, we’re probably staying at the Taj in Mumbai.”

“You know me well, Mr. Potter-Malfoy.” Draco said, placing a kiss against his forehead. “One month in India – Just us. I’ve told the others that we’re going to Rome.”

“They aren’t going to disrupt our vacation, Draco.”

“I’m not taking any chances,” he said, halting as the music died down. “It’s our first vacation as husbands, and I want it to be absolutely perfect. Two days in Mumbai, and then we'll go to the northeast - To the beautiful seven sisters and it will be perfect.”

“With you,” Harry whispered, kissing him deeply. “It’s always going to be perfect. And I’ll go with you – anywhere, everywhere.”

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50. In the end

Prompt used- slamming hand over others mouth to shut them up | secret relationship | too fluffy |

" kiss me on top of the world and if the world Wants to watch, they can enjoy the enjoy while it lasts "

Harry was tired. He was tired of pretending that it was alright, when it so wasn't. This wasn't how his eighth year, after years of fighting should have been. He was supposed to be free and at liberty of how he could be and who he should've been.

When they all sat in the Great hall having breakfast, Harry only wondered how strange it would be to just walk up to and sit next to his boyfriend, eat with him, feed him even . He hated that student's did that with whoever they wanted after the whole solidarity between house's to freely sit at whatever tables they wanted but, harry was sure an exception. It boiled him when he looked at other couple's sitting together, Holding hands, maybe even making out in a hallway, and harry was deprived of such pleasure. He was even denied of even talking to his boyfriend normally.

But harry wanted to hold on because shit was his relationship great, it was incredible. For the first time in his life, he felt noticed, felt something other than just wild curiousness, anger and grief, he felt loved and not like the I support you Harry, we're like your family harry, it was the I wanna kiss you till their lungs gave out kind of love and was it incredible.

He made plans after plans, tricks after tricks, did things after things only for it to be rejected by his secret boyfriend, claiming" they'll never let us be " and was he right. And yet here he was planning another plan to convince his beloved boyfriend to come clean, until his attention broke from walking to hearing a thud of Someone falling over near. Harry hurried to be at the scene, only to be met with Draco being surrounded by some first and second year watching Draco on ground.

" what the hell happened ?" Harry asked as he kneeled down to help Draco up on his shoulder

" pot- what- what- I don't need your help potter " Draco sneered, still however in tinge of pain

" malfoy, you're hurt. Just don't try to act I'm all independent, let me help-"

" I don't need your help, potter " Draco snapped lightly

Harry was half mad and even was about to drop back Draco, only if he hadn't groaned in his attempt to walk.

Harry rolled his eyes, hung his arm around his shoulder and helped him to the hospital Wing

" I said-"

" I know " harry snapped, Draco didn't try to further counteract much upon it, even he knew not to meddle with mad harry.

Once they had reached the hospital wing, harry had helped Draco upon the bed, waiting for madam pomfrey to come back

" we could've been caught Harry-"

" right because oh my god, I had your shoulder around my neck " harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front

" it's not that- the way you just wanted to help, I understand but-"

" okay that's enough Draco. I can't do this " harry sighed closing his eyes in mere frustration

" what do you mean you can't do this ?" Draco asked completely puzzled

" this- look- what we have is great, phenomenal even but I can't sit there and watch my boyfriend getting flirted over by someone else, or live under the shadows all the time because we two According to people don't belong together. I thought I could do this, this secret way but I can't and the reason is I don't want to. I don't want to live where I'm Afraid that if I come out and exclaim my love for my boyfriend people are going to hate me. I can't- I just- I want to be able to hold you hand publicly Draco not because I enjoy public display of affection but because you're my boyfriend and I have the right to hold your hand, publicly or not and people doesn't decide that for me. So either you live under the shadows Draco or not, that's your decision because I'm not going to "

Draco stared at harry mildly amazed at the little outburst. He was aware that it agitated Harry with the whole secret agenda of a relationship they had but he didn't know that Harry wanted to let go of it Because he couldn't remain private anymore.

" so- y- you're breaking up with me ?" Much to Draco's disappointment and his attempt to keep from Trembling, his voice came out slightly in a higher octave and rather cracked.

Harry sadly looked at Draco, pulling the chair next to his bed and holding Draco's hands " Merlin, no- or yes- I don't know. I just- I want you to know I Want you Draco, however I can't stay where everything is a secret and we are even forbidden to talk to.. I want you to understand that-"

" and I want you to understand the consequences " Draco lightly snapped

Harry exhaled, slowly leaving Draco's hands" then you care about the consequences Draco and I- I'll wait for you when you stop thinking of it " and with that Harry left the infirmary.

Yes, they partially broke, except Harry still sent him small cookies from the kitchen just how he liked but refused to meet Draco's eyes, even In secret.

That was until the news started to spread silently about Harry's current sexuality and how people really weren't surprised. Some maybe had bitched Harry behind his back, but it was sure harry really didn't care. He was happy with his coming out and was by far enjoying the little time in the boring sun of the lightness of the news.

Draco, however felt broken and guilty of not being able to give his boyfriend the simple pleasure of even smiling in public. He saw how Harry was happy to be out in open, but Draco could see how Harry wasn't half as thrilled as he should've been and somewhere Draco was at blame for their recent so called break up. It wasn't the same however, until Draco had caught up harry finding some book in the last aisle of the library before restricted section began.

Draco pondered whether he should go back, but he missed the way Harry kissed him and it had been entirely a week since that happened and Draco wanted to risk the world to feel it again.

Pretending to have been looking for something too, draco entered the last aisle, filled with distant silence and the sound of their breathing.

" harry" Draco finally after contemplating for five minutes spoke up

" malfoy" harry nodded, not moving his gaze from finding the book..

He hated being called malfoy, but he felt as though he deserved it "how are you doing ?"

Harry finally looked at Draco with a distant gaze before he turned to look for the book again " fine, thank you "

Draco breathed as he stepped closer to harry and with much hesitation wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, nuzzling his head onto Harry's shoulder from the back, giving him a small kiss over his exposed neck. Harry's stern composure quickly melted away only for a second, one second of enjoying the warmth before he became stern again

" malfo-"

" Draco " Draco corrected. Harry could be mad But he wasn't a heart of steel,

" Draco- what are you doing ?"

" trying to apologize "Draco muffled

" funny because I didn't hear you apologizing" harry scoffed as he remained still, his hands by his side, with an uncontrolled urge to hold Draco's.

" because you didn't let me- so- I'm gonna say now. I'm sorry, harry, would you forgive me ?"Draco pouted looking up from his lashed to the side of Harry's face

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply " fine " and he broke free of the hold

" what?" Draco offensively asked, almost snapped

" you asked for my forgiveness, I forgave you. Now If you'll excuse, I'm trying to find something " harry began searching for the book again.

" just like that ? Harry I apologized " Draco threw his arms in the sir

" and i accept your apology-"

" no you're no-"

" what do you want Draco? Kiss you and tell you that it's fine ? You didn't mention what you're apologizing for-"

" I'm apologizing for being an asshole and forcing you to keep us a secret even if you hate it "

" and does mean that you want to come out in open as boyfriend's?" Harry asked crossing his arms finally getting into one on one conversation with Draco

Draco looked at harry as he though Harry had asked for his kidney.

" see that's the problem !! You still don't want us to go public and I can't have that draco..I want you, I do, I really like you but not at the cost of only having you secretly " harry sighed as he subtracted some distance between them

Draco's jaw clenched as he chewed his cheeks " you think it's easy. Of course you do. You're the saviour of the wizarding world for the love of Merlin, people love you already. But have you even tried to give it as much of a thought that I'm still under probation of crimes I didn't commit only because I was on the dark side, because I'm an ex death eater, or the fact my father still have connections with murderers in the world to kill me if it ever gets out. It's easy for you to say harry, but me, it's not. People hate me and you don't have go through with it everyday, I have to. You think i like this, being in secret, fuck Harry no, I want to show the world that your ass is mine but I can't, because I don't want your death to be on my sake and only because I can't lose you. I want to kiss you and show it to the world as much as you but I can't. Because that's something I can't do " Draco's eyes almost welled with tears by the time he added " I don't want to be the reason people hate you Harry, I don't"

Harry immediately frowned as he walked further towards Draco until he was only few inches apart and held his arms " you can- you'll never lose me Draco. You can never be someone people will hate me for. I won't let that happen" harry sighed as he added " you're right, I- I understand and we can do this in secret. If that's what it is. So what if we can't be like the normal couple's, Holding hands under the tree or what if we can't, just go on a date under the stars, I can work with room of requirements, it's cozy anyways. I can't believe I was such a prat for this reason and you know what- I'm sorry for being a terrible boyfriend for not understanding you. I was just so crazed that I forgot that our differences still lie and even if we change, some people won't "

Harry shrugged, smiling lightly " do you forgive me Draco ?"

Draco wanted to say something, just something that meant screw the world, fuck what the world thinks, or something that was remotely related To I want to kiss you on the top of the world and the world can watch if they want but just as Draco tried to speak up, he's pressed against the back shelf lightly with Harry slamming his hand over Draco's lips to shut him up, it should not have been arousing, however it totally was as Draco watched harry trying to look behind Draco's head between the books to find if someone was coming their way.

"don't speak a word. Someone is here " harry Whispered In Draco's ear. It ran down a shiver over his back as he felt Harry's hand upon his waist and over his lips, catching him between his body and the shelf, and Draco only wondered how many times he'd like for that to happen..

" screw it " Draco didn't know he had said when Harry had momentarily taken his hands over his lips but he had

" screw what ?" Harry asked bemused

Draco looked over at harry's face desperately close to his own and without wasting so much of a second, Draco pulled harry closer by his sweater, slamming their lips together.

" screw secrecy" Draco mumbled against his lips, biting Harry's lips in desperation.

" what about everyone ?" Harry asked as he held onto Draco's waist to keep himself from collapsing, breaking away the kiss for a second

" I want to kiss you on top of the Eiffel tower and if the world watches, they can enjoy the show while it lasts " draco replied as he bored into Harry's eyes, filled with strange desire.

Harry chuckled before he pressed Draco further into the shelf, kissing the daylights out of him as though it was the last time he'd ever kiss him but as they say, make the first and the last's count, it was their first public display of affection and the world could watch the show while it lasted because In the end, it was them who ruled their world.

The 50 day physical touch prompt challenge ends as of today and I've been incredibly thankful for all the support. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but to feel this appreciated and noticed, I never thought I'd feel this way one day. When I even began writing these, it was so random that I wasn't even sure if anyone was going to read it, I didn't believe it until you people did and have remained from the beginning till the end. Ofc I'm not stopping writing prompts, I just had to be dramatic.

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Day 49- 5 times Harry was a pain in the ass