Ours

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❤️

Them : you can't fall in love with men in drawings

Me :

Dark! Draco in a Beauxbatons uniform

You can download the illustration on Patreon, see the creation process in TikTok, links in the bio 💫

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!

life's like an hourglass glued to the table

Based on "Breathe (2am)" by Anna Nalick.

I really don't know how it got like this.

That's not true, yes I do. Of course I do. I was there, near the middle of it all; not the epicenter, not the periphery, but somewhere within the nebulous part in between. I was close enough to be scathed, to be one of the supporting characters—though I'm fairly certain my support was the problem—but I was neither protagonist nor antagonist.

And from my perch, my station, I got a perspective few can claim. I teetered on the edge: between Light and Dark, between Good and Evil, between Child and Adult, between Love and Hate. The line was razor-thin, sharp like my Aunt's blade, yet steady, like a firmly-clasped hand in mine.

My moment in the spotlight came and went, the luminous beam generally ignoring me in favor of making the dark hiss and cower, and letting the heroes bask in it, their skin shining. I neither cowered nor shone. I was lit by the brightness until I was not; it swung to another target.

I watch my father lose his mind in Azkaban, eventually being carted off to the Janus Thickey Ward. I watch my mother's hands grip her suitcase tightly, her knuckles white on the handle as she kisses my cheek. She tells me to "be good" and to visit her in the south of France. I watch the portkey take her.

I watch Pansy go on dates with men she doesn't care for, see her eyes linger a little too long on women in tight dresses. I watch her acquiesce to her parents' attempts to see her married and settled, and I watch her clench her jaw when her suitors' hands grip her waist a little too tight or their rough mouths attach to hers without warning. She always unfolds for them, lets her body go limp. It appears submissive; I know it's calculated.

I watch Greg stumble through the Floo when he has nowhere else to turn, a cheap ale on his breath and his t-shirt rumpled. I see him grin lazily at me before he staggers wordlessly to the guest bedroom that I don't bother to ask the house elves to make up. He'll just be back again, and I let him.

I watch Blaise pour himself into his work. I watch him gesture wildly into the Floo when he finishes work calls that delay our friendly dinners, his eyes bright and intense as he rants in complicated jargon. I watch him skirt sensitive topics in favor of discussing his job and his co-workers, and then shifting to mine, and then back to his when the subject dries up. I watch him politely send me off; he has work to do.

So here I still am, in the middle, somewhere, watching everyone else as they work out where they were and where they are.

Pansy calls late at night. I hold back my wince at the sight of her red-rimmed eyes and puffy cheeks. She makes up a story of some man who'd run from her bed, but I know she sheds tears over the nightmares that won't leave it.

I wish I could offer a stroll or a shopping trip through Diagon the next day, but we both know I won't, I can't. The kind ones stare, the bolder ones glare or hiss accusingly, and the angry ones wag their fingers and shout and slap.

The angry ones aren't always there, but a few encounters are enough to deter us, no matter what the Wizengamot said when it declared I was still allowed to walk the same streets as everyone else.

On one particular day I am bold enough to set foot on such a street, keeping my head low and eyes downcast, humble; so unlike what I was taught.

But then, I was taught a lot of things.

I walk, and when I bump into another rushing figure I am filled with dread, with anticipation. An apology is on my lips, first for the jostle, and then probably for crimes I didn't commit but witnessed and was too powerless to stop. Not that that matters, to them. With the actor not available to repent, an accomplice is the next best thing.

The victim of my clumsiness looks at me. He is not kind, nor bold, nor angry.

He is Potter.

And he smiles. Beautiful, beats my traitorous heart.

And he apologizes. Why? thinks my curious mind.

And he asks questions. What about you? wonders my stammering voice.

And he gives me his Floo address. Yes, nods my head.

And he walks away. Don't cry, blink my hopeful eyes.

I rush home, my errand forgotten, and all but collapse onto the couch as I breathe deeply, as my Mind Healer taught me. There are times when it feels as if my chest is being squeezed in a vise; my heart is shedding its skin as it is forged in a crucible, the present reckoning with the past. In these moments, I try to center myself. I find my body's equilibrium. I grasp for the middle I know rather than sit on the edge of insanity, of oblivion.

So I write. It's the only way to ensure my brain doesn't implode with the pressure of the thoughts that shoot white-hot inside. The pain and anxiety travel from my mind, down my shoulder, in the veins in my arm, to my fingers, through the quill, and drip from the ink I use to etch them into the parchment.

I glance and see the piece of paper with Potter's Floo address written in his scrawl. That one hastily torn scrap gives me more joy, more excitement than one word I've painstakingly written here.

That night, I dream of standing in the middle of a tunnel. Potter is on one side, extending a hand and beckoning me to his side. On the other side, there is familiar darkness waiting to fold me into its cool, misty arms.

I look between both ends of the cave. I know the darkness; I've cowered within it. Potter's smile shines with new promise.

I step away from my place in the middle.

Potter's grin widens.

Better left unsaid

Dialogue prompt- 25. He was crying because of you.

Hey Anon, what have you made me do !!! However hope it meets your end, tried my best. Dialogue Prompts 27 and 31 coming soon | TW- ANGST | SAD ENDING |

Cause when you love someone, you need to let go.

The knocking had ceased and harry had finally opened the door, a cold air washing inside the silent apartament and then his eyes finally fell upon the slumped figure standing in the doorway.

" draco ?" Harry frowned as he opened the door wider for him to come in

Draco looked up at harry, tears all over his face " it's Ian "

Harry gave him a comforting look before he dragged him inside and hugged him, his hands rubbing his back softly as draco started crying in Harry's arms.

" shush.. we'll talk it out, alright " harry comforted him as he broke the hug and wiped draco's tears.

Draco nodded and followed harry into the living room and settled into the couch.

" I'll bring tea " harry announced and quickly fetched tea and biscuits for draco. Once done, harry joined him over the couch, crossing his legs over the couch himself.

" he- we had this fight and we just- I don't know harry. It's like I'm trying so hard to keep this relationship and he just, he just wants to throw it all away " draco hiccupped. Harry immediately held draco by his side.

" you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to " harry whispered as he pushed a strand of his hair His ear.

" I- I don't know harry. I don't know how many more fights I can take. Lately all I feel as if we is fight. There's- I'm trying so hard harry. I've always tried so hard but each time I'm- I always end up disappointing people " draco broke into sobs and Harry's hugged him tighter.

" that's not true draco. You never let me down. You've never disappointed me or your friends " harry reassured side glancing at draco.

" but it's different harry. I'm in love with Ian. I want him, I need him in my life. I want to hopefully marry him one day "

" y- you what? You want to marry him one day ?" It was as if it was the most absurd thing harry had ever encountered.

" of course harry. We've been together for 4 years, and we can't just throw away something like that. I don't want to-"

" but what's with all the fighting ?" Harry asked frowning

" these thing's happen. Yes, lately we've been fighting more than usual but it doesn't mean I don't want a future with him. I thought you knew that " Draco hummed as he broke free to look at harry.

" I- I mean I know you guys were serious. Just I didn't know this much " harry shrugged looking at the blank TV screen ahead.

" it'- that's alright. Now you know " draco shrugged sniffing.

Harry finally looked at Draco for a moment before he inculcated a smile " I think you guys would be great together. And you're right fights happens. Know what, whenever you feel as if you can't fight or you're done with all the drama, you come here and we'll watch a cliche teen movie. Sounds good ?"

Draco broke in a little smile and nodded, burying himself into Harry's side. With the abruptness Harry's hand went up in air before he looked at Draco, who needed comfort and harry wrapped his arms around him and turned on the television after asking if he wanted to talk more or not.

They laid there for hours until Draco had fallen asleep in Harry's arms and harry dared not move. He softly gazed at the puffy looking draco from all the tears and crying from before and sighed to himself and stared up at the ceiling comfortably thinking about draco had said the very evening.

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" i- I'm sorry sir but I can't allow you-"

" I don't fucking care. I need to see Ian palmer right now and that's it " harry raised his voice fighting security.

" sir, but, he gave strict instructions about not letting anyone inside-"

" it's no matter, let him in " ian suddenly appeared, nodding at his assistant.

Angrily harry broke free from the security and followed Ian into his office.

" what do I owe the pleasure of you visiting me harry ?" He asked as he settled in the chair behind the desk, pointing harry to take a seat in front.

" how Long have you been with draco ?" Harry asked standing still where he was, slightly furious.

Ian broke into a little chuckle " that's sort of an irrelevant question, don't you think. I mean he's your best friend , you must know-"

" answer me " harry raised his voice slamming his fists over the desk.

Ian jerked in his chair, before he adjusted his coat and pulled his chair forward " 4 and half years. Give or take a few months " he frowned

" and how many times have you seen him cry ?" Harry asked

" I don't-"

" just answer me " harry flared

" not a lot. He cried once at a close relatives funeral, one time during our initial dates when he was sharing about his life and one after he had a fight with you. Why do you ask ?"

Harry frowned suddenly feeling guilty that draco had cried because of harry once. He found it hard to believe that he cried because of him. Harry ?

"so you must know he's a strong, independent man who would not cry if not absolutely broken " harry nodded

" look harry, I appreciate you taking matters in hands and your concern but i really have a meeting to get to-"

" the fuck not. I'm not done " harry shouted

" no need to yell " ian too raised his voice defensively

" where the fuck did you go yesterday after you had a fight ?" Harry asked

" I- I hit a bar then crashed at a friend's. Look seriously I don't have time for this-"

" did you know where was he ?" Harry asked ignoring his statements about shortage of time

" I don't know harry. I can't keep a fucking track on him and frankly i don't care, alright. Fights happen but if he wants to be a baby that's on him " ian clenches his jaw as if he was furious.

" you don't care ? How the fuck can you not care ian? He's your bloody boyfriend" harry slammed his palms over the table again, slight sting of pain vibrating his hand.

" I just simply can't. I- look we had a fight. His decision he left the house and it's on him whatever he does-"

" he came to me and he was crying because of you " harry shouted.

That must've done something to Ian because suddenly he was rendered speechless. Anything coherent he wanted to speak off, died off in his throat and he remained nothing but seated, silent.

" I can see anything ian, but draco crying and I will not stand you being the reason of it. That man works his ass off for your relationship to work with him, schedule his work according to yours, make extravagant plans just for you, he literally does everything according to you and if you are the reason to make him cry, mark my words ian I will not let you live in peace. So you better keep him happy and give him a future he deserves or I'll hunt you down " harry glared at ian in serious threats until he stormed out.

The place must've heard the yellings and shouts because everyone turned their heads as harry Walked past them or maybe it seemed very clear that harry was furious at something, but he didn't care. He cared for that one man who probably was looking after his plants as of now or finishing up the laundry before he'd prepare dinner, his best friend, the best of it all. He only cared for draco and anyone who hurt him, it was as if Harry's duty to make sure he wasn't hurt.

The next few months escalated so quickly that harry barely saw any of draco. It was Only small conversations between them once a week about some or other work or usual happening, lasting not longer than a 15 minutes conversation. And very less visits at Harry's place, only in need. It was all until on a casual Saturday, draco came knocking on Harry's door once again. Only this time, he looked the happiest.

" what's with the smile ?" Harry asked grinning as he allowed draco inside the flat.

Draco gave him a smirk before he raised his left hand and showed it to harry.

Harry's eyes widened in complete shock as he almost touched draco's hands " y- you got engaged "

" yes " draco shrieked as he threw himself in a hug with harry. Hesitantly harry hugged him back, feeling his heart growing smaller and thumping louder and his mind losing ability to function.

He cleared his throat breaking free from the hug "how ? I mean, when ?"

" it was random. I never even expected it but after we had patched thing's up and it was going well for us, he proposed to me last night on dinner at Alessandro's " draco grinned staring at the platinum ring resting over his finger engraved with some words harry didn't linger onto read.

" i- I'm so happy for you. About time, right " harry grinned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"y- you think it's right for us ? I mean we're not getting into it too fast are we ?" He asked as he walked past harry into the living room.

Harry followed him inside after rubbing his chest like it'd help him breathe more properly.

" I think it was about time " harry replied as he tried to reach for his full Breath following into the living room and sitting down next to draco.

" I think so too but do you think if it's that what we should do ?" Draco asked sounding genuine

" what does it matter what I say ?" Harry shrugged

" harry, you're my best friend. It's your opinion. If it be it, I'd rather marry you than him " draco joked. Only it took harry a couple of seconds to laugh at it.

" your opinion matters the most, really. I can only get into it knowing you're fine, and that you agree with it " draco slanted his head for emphasis.

Harry gazed at draco, looking at his hopeful eyes and twitching fingers, all with a little frown, he couldn't break his heart " of course. I think it's the best for you"

" I knew it " and with that Draco hugged harry again and this time harry hugged him back with a little to no smile, suddenly feeling down, grieved, sad if even.

" there's a party at Stella's tomorrow night to celebrate it. You'll be there right ?" Draco asked hopefully.

Harry wanted to deny, he so wanted to, he had a very important meeting with the senior auror about his promotion, yet one look at draco and his heart melted like a butter " of course "

Draco kisses Harry's cheeks chastily before he claimed he had Somethings and invite to put forward, so he needed to leave. Harry didn't make him stay.

And he wasn't anyone to make him stay. There was no one who made draco more happier and harry saw it when he came to the dinner next night and in lingering glances watched them together, smiling and kissing at every chance. And somehow nothing else mattered but draco's happiness.

He didn't know how, or when, or why but perhaps it didn't matter, the Answers didn't matter because at the altar it would be ian pronouncing his vows to draco and not him and just somewhere in his heart, he was fine with it because it made draco happy and harry would kill to keep him happy because he deserved every happiness in the world.

It was after midnight when harry was standing alone outside the back gate of the restaurant, smoking cigarettes, staring at the sky as if he was emptying his loving heart and pouring it out so he had nothing left.

" thought I'd find you here " he heard. He looked at his side, wiping off the little tears that blocked his vision, clearing his glasses and saw pansy standing there, smiling at him.

Harry shrugged because he had nothing left to say. Pansy stood next to harry, her back pressed against the wall too, taking the cigarette from harry and smoking off a ring.

" why didn't you ever tell him ?" She asked, watching him curiously as he stared at the stars again, crushing the cigarette against the wall.

" somethings are better left unsaid " harry replied as he slowly turned to watch pansy offering a sad smile, and then they turned towards the restaurant, the little sight of ian and draco laughing at something.

" wanna go in ?" She asked after having looked at them for long.

Harry nodded and walked back inside to take draco back home, and then only going to his empty palace. He sighed.

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