Hey I Want To Request A Drabble For Prompt 'thunderstorm'

Hey i want to request a drabble for prompt 'thunderstorm'

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I never understood why I wanted this to be so perfect that I waited an entire month to post it and I still don't think I'd ever meet what I'm looking for in this fic. Anyways here we go.

Hey, i love drabbles so much. Will you please write something with physical touch being drarry's love language

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These 2 gave off the some sort same vibes, hence combined. Thank you so much anon for the compliments...

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Taste of heaven

" I Always Wonder how did I get this lucky ?" Draco hummed as he stroked Harry's arms softly by his side.

Harry shifted a little so he was inclined on his elbows watching draco with a strange look " what do you mean ?"

" like- I- you and me. It just " draco breathed " it's unbelievable sometimes "

Harry smiled down at draco before he leaned down, softly kissing his cheeks and with other hand stroking behind Draco's ear.

" it's unbelievable but it is true " harry whispered..

" do- I mean-" draco swallowed looking up at the sky " do you ever think that given the chances you might want things differently?"

Harry leaned back, frowning. He gazed softly at draco who refused to meet his eyes.

Harry looked at him long enough to watch him stare up at the stars from the roof they were lying on before he huffed and laid back straight, his arms crossed under his head.

" i think it was somewhere in December of 1999, I was wandering off a random muggles Library when I was third wheeling Ron and Hermione when I came across this book. I obviously don't remember the title of the book but I remember vaguely what I read "

" can we talk about the fact you actually read ?" Draco chuckled next to him. Harry elbowed him before he snuck his arms beneath his head again.

" you always think I don't read. I do alright. Anyways, I was reading this book about recipes "

" you and recipes. Are you even the same person ?" Draco asked again jokingly, turning to his side watching harry. Harry snuck out one of his arms from under his head and followed into draco's palm, intertwining them in the air and playing his hands before he continued.

" you, listen this is the good part. now you would think it was normal recipe book But only it wasn't. The chef in the book had described everything and at the end of every recipe, he'd mention about what you can add as an alternative if you don't have a specific ingredient but they also mentioned that it will always taste differently because of the alternative item. Until there was this one recipe,this one dish, now listen carefully" harry paused watching their hands play with each other with the night sky as the background " that one recipe was for sandwich "

" what !" Draco exasperated as he leaned upwards to look at harry with an amused reaction, some strands of his hair falling over his face. Harry snuck out his other hand from under his head too and used it to brush Draco's strands away from his face, watching him fondly for moment's.

" no matter whatever you may add or whatever you may deduct, but a sandwich can never be prepared without bread. There is never an alternative for bread "

" that's obvious. In that way even chicken isn't chicken dish without it or pasta isn't pasta without actual pasta " draco rolled his eyes playfully before he collapsed on Harry's side again, his body turned to him.

" exactly. It's obvious. It's obvious that a sandwich is never a sandwich without bread and that a pasta a never pasta without a pasta " harry added.

" when I thought you were sharing a story, I really thought it was going to be a good one " draco scoffed playfully, watching him softly stroke Harry's hand.

" it is " harry replied before he turned to his side and met eyes with draco.

" you are the bread to my sandwich draco or like the pasta of my life. No matter whatever I put in, or whatever I try to replace it with or no matter how I prepare it, if it's plain or it's grilled, If it's filled with cheese or if it's just butter on bread. The sandwich is never a sandwich without bread, so isn't pasta pasta without it. And you are the sandwich to my bread. No matter whatever I try to replace you with or no matter how many alternatives I find if you or no matter if we separate or not for a while, no matter how much your thing's might bother me somedays I know that I cannot replace you. I know it because there is none like you, because you have no replacement, you have no alternative. You are one of a kind and I'd Rather have you than have nobody "

Draco stared at harry for long enough to feel his eyes prickle with little tears that dared not fell and the obvious feeling of his heart swelling in his chest. He bit his lip, trying to control the uncontrollable blush and that smile that refused to stop growing. And the love that only grew a few more hundred miles.

And he shook his head before he dropped his head over Harry's chest and rolled them over so draco was lying on Harry's chest while harry chuckled and tightened his arms around Draco's waist.

" you drive me crazy " draco mumbled kissing Harry's chest softly.

" I know" harry grinned as he kissed the top of draco's head.

The remained in that position with Harry's stroking his back too softly that even feather seemed too frictional in front of it and draco listening to Harry's heart beat. He never knew that a sound could ever be so addictively beautiful but then he was a fool in love, a sane fool and he loved it. He stayed there in the same position Until Draco lifted his head to look at harry who too looked back at him.

They poured into another eyes as if they were claiming their love in the late of night, or perhaps they were admiring the soft beauty of each other, or Maybe even thinking when did all of this happen but no matter what was thought or no matter how many breaths were taken, nothing matched the oozing love like it did when draco leaned upwards to kiss harry over the lips.

Maybe somewhere the world only thought that heaven was the most peaceful or that heaven could never be felt but only reached in afterlife but they knew their heaven was nowhere but here, in each other's arms, in those kisses, in soft humming of songs they sung that night, in those eye gazing they have grown to adore so much, in those intertwining fingers that sparked red fires inside their bodies, In those sweet smiles they shared, in those cuddles they did all night long on the roof tucked under the blankets staring at the sky. In love, there was heaven and it was theirs.

Their heaven was right here and no afterlife could ever bring that.

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Violinist in the rain

Maybe they were all right or maybe they were all wrong, who knows, love stories are born when they're written, only in tales but only few are born the way the way this one came into existence in the times of all that had been gone.

He was in love, he called it love, people could call him fool, an obsessed idiot maybe too but harry was in love with the enigmatic man he'd Always stalk from his window who'd only play violin when it rained. There was something so beautifully strange about the way that man so sleek and slender with his lanky coats would set a chair in the middle of the ramp and the way he played. No matter how breezy the rain was, no matter how harsh, no matter how soft, no matter the thunder, he'd play and he'd only play with the intensity of the rain. When it poured heavily, he'd play the most intense of tunes harry had ever heard and when it Rained in soft bliss, he'd play the softest tunes to ever exist. It was all as if in rain, he was trying to tell a story or Maybe understanding the story of the shower. Harry was in love.

To all whom he asked, they called him insane, called him a fool, called him naive for claiming he loved the boy across the street with no name, no identity, just referred as the violinist in the rain but harry was deterred to know who he was, how he was and why he was. He was often faced with a question as how could harry possibly be in love with a stranger but only if he could answer. It was as if he knew the violinist but then again he knew nothing but in all the times harry would stare from his window, it felt as if he was listening to him in ways that no one to walk upon the place we called Earth would've known. It was personal and it fastened Harry's heartbeat whenever he used to think about intimate everything was with so much distance.

Every inch of his body ached when he knew he couldn't see him or that he Only saw him in the rain. It only made his curiosity grow inside him, why must he only play in the rain ? Why must he only play in thunderstorm ? And harry was curious to find answers but he never understood how to. He was afraid that if he ever went to face him, he'd Run away and never come back but if he didn't, he'd never know who he is. He was dangling by a thin string and it was on harry how to balance.

And to him the idea came in the most bizarre ways while he was working in his office and he'd recieved a memo.

" OF COURSE " harry had yelled and excitedly say down once again.

The next time when it rained, harry made sure he wrote the simplest of memo " I like how you play " and sent it through his window to the violinist in the rain. Harry awaited like a passenger waiting for him to open the memo and only when the rain had stopped did he open the memo, read it and stashed it away on his pocket.

He did everytime it Rained for as long as he remembered adding something new each time, sometimes sent drawings harry occasionally drew of him and even sometimes song suggestions which he'd play in the next rain, but he never replied. He never did.

6 months, exactly 6 months it took harry to finally receive a reply back mentioned with thank you and small doodle of smile. Harry has squealed all day, smiling like a loon but could he blame. A man in love had finally received something more than a song and to him it seemed like a progress.

Another 3 weeks later when it rained, harry waited by his window waiting for the mystery man to arrive but it Rained for 5 hours, he never showed up. Harry only frowned till he slept.

Another 1 week later when it rained, he didn't show up again.

It was 3 more weeks in total when he didn't show up and harry drove crazy. It drove him too crazy that he stood in the rain like a maniac waiting but he never showed up. Frustrated with himself harry stashed all the remaining memo's he'd kept for future into the trash can and slept rather uncomfortably but harry knew better than to give up. He waited again the next night when it rained, and the night after and the night after until harry had enough. He was filled upto the brim that he bought the violin himself and played it in screeches with no tune or melody just for the satisfaction of it. But he didn't show up.

Harry wanted to give up but 3 more nights later the violinist in the rain showed up and immediately casted a stopping spell on Harry's fingers.

" I get your point. I only broke my violin and didn't had the money to buy new one" the man said as he remained under the hood, rain pouring down over every inch of his robe.

" will you play for me ?" Harry asked as he got up offering the violin to the other man.

With little hesitation the man took the violin, sat down on the chair and started playing while he remained there listening to him play like a child does when they are recited bed time Stories. To this day it was one of the best nights of his life.

The world might've called him a fool but his love was never wrong. His love was as strong as the thunderstorms that have remained hovering above us and the mountains in the Alps. He loved him with every fiber in his body and not once did he regret. This was his love story and the world could call him a fool but the Only foolishness he ever did was not asking him earlier.

He fell for the violinist in the rain and there Never existed any better love story.

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Hey i want to request a drabble for prompt 'thunderstorm'

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I never understood why I wanted this to be so perfect that I waited an entire month to post it and I still don't think I'd ever meet what I'm looking for in this fic. Anyways here we go.

Paper hearts

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: paper

" excuse me professor ?"

" yes " draco looked up from his parchments to the Direction of the voice

" It's a pure curiosity, Don't mind me, why do you always carry that red paper hearts ?" She asked.

Draco gave her a tiny smile before he picked up the jar with red paper hearts adoringly " it's to remind me that I'm still loved despite everything That's wrong in the world "

" who gives it to you ?" She asked

" I suppose that would be me " they all heard from the figure leaning over the sill of the door.

" have I not told you mr. Potter to not interrupt between my classes ?" And despite that draco couldn't hide the grin.

" oh yes of course. But I came here as a husband. I made you a new one. Add it to your collection" harry walked towards the front of the class, giving draco the red paper heart of the day " it's for each day I've loved you " harry whispered and then with a wink left.

17 years and still harry never forgot to gave him a paper heart once a day. Draco never really complained.

Well here's the cliche fluff. I could've written angst, I could've.

Could you please do 4 with lots of banter maybe? And an amnesia fic with happy ending with any prompt that you haven't done yet? The first fic I read was based on Harry losing his memory and you wrote the 27 prompt so very beautifully. So please?

Thank you so much @slytherinnbitch for your request and your compliments. All the same for you, you are incredible my love.

It feels like rain

Dialogue Prompt- 18. We both know that i should walk away, but i can't.| TW- Alcohol | Angst with happy ending | Amnesia |

The smells of the scented candles invaded the entire living room as the music poured melodiously echoing the corners. Draco walked around the house making sure everything was close to perfect as they had planned, it'll be the perfect belated anniversary as they had planned. Everything was planned.

Only it wasn't.

The phone rung loudly, making Draco to stop chopping the coriander leaves. Huffing as the ringing grew louder, he wiped his hands over his floral customised apron embroidered with his and Harry's name and he finally picked up the call.

" hello "

" mr. Malfoy it's an emergency, we need you-"

" Macy I told you I can't. Didn't I tell you to find someone else-"

" Sir, it'-its-"

" it's what?"

" it's your boyfriend"

Draco’s breath was caught in his throat, his heartbeat quickening at the pronouncement. And then, everything stilled.

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What it's to be in love, draco had always wondered. Up until now he always thought that perhaps loving was in showering harry with gifts, or Maybe bringing him flowers, or making breakfast for him before leaving, or taking harry out for dinner, or maybe even letting him cry over his shoulder after he had a rough day but when life hurled and kicked draco's door down, everything as if twisted into untwisting circles and suddenly loving became a remembering to him.

It was no longer bringing harry his coffee in bed, but it was him adding quips everytime draco tried to soften thing's up. He still sees in Harry's movements how a part of him was twitching to touch draco, to feel him, to perhaps remember him but it was maybe harry holding himself back, the new harry, the one that would not allow conversations with draco for more than 10 minutes.

He could recall that night when he ran to the infirmary to look in depth what exactly had happened. 4 hours in the room, healing wounds, casting spells, stitching injuries, cleansing harry, he woke up in Draco's absence Only to be informed later,

" Harry's suffered amnesia "

Hope was what he was left to Drown into. A lingering small flicker of hope that perhaps in those long stares Draco gave harry while medicating him, he'd remember, or maybe he'd remember him in all the small conversation Draco's tries to make, or perhaps, he'll remember through those eyes. He hoped, and he hopes, still.

But Draco hated it in all honesty, but he had Faith, he had Faith that the man he loved is still in there and will one day come out. Only the time was running out and draco would soon have to let go of harry from keeping under observation. He was afraid that in the time all he's left, that if he doesn't remember, then how would Draco cope. It was already hard to look after harry every single day and feel his eyes brim with tears of trying to find his lost treasure.

" Macy told you me you spend a lot more time looking after me than Anyone else? What makes me special malfoy ?" Harry has asked one day

Draco stopped in his movements, giving him a curt smile" th- perhaps Because I know if I spend more time with you, you'll remember "

" why are you so obsessed with me remembering ? I mean it's not like it's such a big deal right. If anything I'm happy to have forgotten something's even " harry chuckled lightly.

Draco gulped down the knot that formed in the center of his chest, dug his nails firmly into this palms wishing that Harry would take his words back, for once harry could look at draco with a vision of more than just hatred..

As if harry sensed it he added " I- I don't know if we were friends Draco, if I have mistakenly hurt your feelings by saying that, then I'm sorry "

Draco hummed and practically ran out of the room. In that time Draco decided that not talking with harry would be a much better move than to have his feelings hurt everytime Harry opened his mouth.

But it was hard, it was hard when he realised that Harry had not once opened his mouth to say I love you, because he didn't remember..

It was late in night one day when Draco was attending harry as his last patient before he could go in loneliness,when it happened,

" can I ask you something ?" Harry asked. Draco was cleansing Harry's wounds on his back when he hummed..

"Have you,” He paused, his eyes fluttering close for a moment as he cleared his throat and asked, “have you ever been in love?"

Draco paused his movements, his heart clenching almost painfully in his chest, a knot in his throat.

" you don't have to answer if you don't want to "

Harry's muscles in the back tensed up with Draco's left arm resting on it. Draco inhaled sharply resuming cleansing when he responded "Yes,” He breathed, “yes, I have "

" what does it feel like ?" Harry asked, looking a little over his shoulder as though perhaps he wanted to watch Draco.

Draco licked his lips, smiling to himself a little as he remembered the Times when Harry had remembered Loving him " it's- it's complicated "

" how exactly ?" Harry asked again

" it's- love - it feels like rain "

" feels like rain ?"

They simultaneously whispered.

" how- how do you?" Draco stilled in a jerk

Harry turned around to face Draco, a weird look on his face "there's- there are things in my head. Like there are saying, they're all jumbled. Like I know it's there, but I can't remember who said them to me. All of it is not lost you know. At least that's what I think. But it happens only in the late hours of night when I remember something's and they vanish in the morning. I don't how to feel, but I know how I've felt before, it's all weird "

And in the dying flickering fire as if someone had dropped a log again, the fire of hope grew again in Draco.

"so- y- you're saying you remember but you can't remember who ?" Draco asked cautiously..

" I mean- yeah I think " harry replied.

Draco thought for a moment " I- "

" I feel as though most of these sayings are from Ginny "

Draco's breath hitched, stopping at the hilt, suddenly feelings as all of his organs collapsed into a whole, his brain screaming and all the memories automatically putting a lock on themselves and realisation hit Draco. Harry remembered his life before Draco, or so as it felt. Before Draco, harry had only one lover and that was Ginny and whatever recollection of phrases he had remained with of with Draco became faceless and it only sounded for Harry to feel like they're all from Ginny.

"i- perhaps " Draco replied briskly before he picked up the cotton again with shaking hands and did his wounds in a blurry vision, remaining silent.

" wait- how did- why did you say love felt like rain, isn't it what- I mean i-"

" I read it somewhere " Draco vaguely replied.

" oh " harry mouthed before he wore his shirt again and watched Draco hurriedly leave the room with slumped shoulders.

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" pa, pa pa pa para ra rara ra " Draco hummed as he knocked down doors after door's, collapsing in his office chair, raising his legs over his table, watching a frame of Draco and harry resting over it. He smiled at it before he chugged down another gulp of whiskey burning his throat.

" sir- mr. Malfoy ?" Someone said as they flicked the light on watching Draco with narrowed eyes

" oh- Macy- oh love, you know I shouldn't call you love. Well but again, you did absolutely nothing. But you know you ruined my entire life "Draco's pale eyes glimmered in tears and he chugged down another gulp.

" si- sir.. I'm-"

" do me a favor and please, leave me alone " Draco sobbed. Macy looked at Draco in pity before she turned off the lights and walked away..

Draco remained there staring at the ceiling for a long time, river of tears flowing down his cheeks, wetting his neck and his shirt, sip after sip, he emptied the bottle, crying in the agony of pain that became friendlier minute by minute.

" liar" Draco mumbled to himself, then loudly " fucking pathetic liar" only he wished he could've yelled..

" you loved me, you said you'd never forget me, you said you could never live without me, there you are fucking breathing, living, surviving, taking my breath away, leaving me to die " draco mumbled to himself staring at harry in the picture. And he cried a little more too.

Draco smeared his face with tears, rubbing his hands over his face, releasing a shaky breath before he rested his forehead against the table and left heavy sobs, a weird pain settling into his chest that pulled him in deeper, something that left him empty, Hollow but yearning. Left him heart broken..

It was seconds later, or minutes or an hour later, he had lost the count before he got up and stumbled to Harry's room and as sobriety started settling into him, He watched harry from the door, gazing softly at the sleeping figure,he didn't want to wake him up.

" he'll be fine " Someone said besides him. Draco turned his head to see a patronus hanging in the air, it was maybe a stag, he didn't know, he didn't remember.

" what if he never remembers me ?" Draco asked as it the patronus would answer.

" trust me it'd be fine " it spoke again.

Draco watched the patronus bouncing with light blue light " you don't know that. I've only a day left with him, he'll leave from here and he wouldn't remember a single thing " Draco muffled in tears.

" it'd be fine, Draco, it will be "

Groaning, Draco threw his hand over the patronus, Making it evaporate in the air, faint words still whispering" it'd be fine" until the hallway grew dark again and Draco remained there watching harry from the door.

" what if you never come back to me ?"

And with the dying hope, Draco walked back home.

Only if he had known thing's would've changed the next night. The last night.

Draco has paraded the his healers office next morning, scenting of Harry's Cologne, wearing Harry's shirt and his pendant, he never understood why he did it, but he wore it, perhaps in the last rememberance. But no matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to meet harry that very day. Every opportunity he got, a string tugged him back as if he wasn't ready to say goodbye and it was until the end of the day, he had to finally face Harry.

" you didn't come all day ?" Harry eyes had perhaps glimmered as Draco had entered but Draco purposely ignored it, he couldn't bring himself to hope, not anymore.

" I- I had things " Draco mumbled, wearing his gloves before he checked Harry's pulse, then looked over his scars.

" y- are you mad ?" Harry had asked several minutes later after Draco has remained suspiciously silent.

" why would I be ?"

" you haven't spoken a word " harry pointed.

" it's a strategy you see, it's easier to say goodbye now " Draco mumbled heavily as he pushed away his thrumming feelings.

"y- you'll never meet me after this ?" Harry asked innocently..

Draco bit his lips as he blinked his tears away, offering harry a little smile "I'll try "

Harry spoke again after several minutes, lifting the silence " can I ask you to do something ?"

" anything " Draco whispered.

" can you just like say something so I can remember you by it? I mean we might meet, but we might not right. So I- I just want to retain a memory, just of you "

Draco could've sworn his heart leapt several feets, throbbed Loudly and unshed tears appeared " why- why do you want to ?"

" I- I don't know. I just- I don't want to forget you " harry shrugged.

Draco inhaled before he faced harry, forming a little smile once again before he said " perhaps loving you will always remain a memory, but loving you had felt like stars colliding, sun shining and daisies blooming. Loving you was homely. Now loving you will be will only be a memory "

" who said that ?"

" me " Draco smiled and he went into writing Harry's last report before he'd be ready to go..

" that- nevermind" but Harry remembered looking at Draco's chest, watching carefully the necklace that hung around his neck..

Draco didn't see him again for the rest of the day, busying himself because then maybe, letting go would be easy, saying goodbye wouldn't hurt so much anymore as he knew it did. Maybe it'll become easier.

That night before leaving, Draco stood against Harry's door, watching him sleep one last time.

" we both know I should walk away, but I can't "

And yet, yet he walked away. And still remained.

The fire remained nothing more than a shimmering spark of red and orange and Draco saw it dying out on his couch, his knees pressed against his chest. He watched it slowly die, he watched it die.

But love wasn't remembering or their love wasn't ever supposed to be just a memory, their love was in loving, their love was, still.

That very night when Draco had revisited harry and Whispered the soft words embraced in love, the midnight stroke, harry remained awake and maybe that's why it all changed..

Maybe it was the midnight or maybe it was some unsettling feeling that had remained in Harry's chest when draco had spoken about loving and home, or maybe it was Because of the pendant he saw, he knew there was something..

It came in visions, little by little, like a reel forming, moving forward when Harry jerked awake, sitting still when he remembered. He remembered Loving.

Of course, it wasn't in loving, it was in giving another chance, it was in longing, it was in seeing Draco differently that day, it was in that smile that skipped his heart beat that changed everything..

It was in falling again, once again that he remembered. That he remembered Loving was like raining, slow at first, then rapid with middle, then soothing.

Harry jumped up from the bed, running down the hallways, Calling the home number, wishing Draco would pick up but the phone was resting on the side of the telephone, ignored on purpose.

" sir, I need you to calm down-"

" I need Draco. That's what I need. That's who I need.. don't you see I remember. I remember everything" harry manically yelled.

" yo- you remember ?"

" yes I remember. See I know. You're macy, you work under Draco, the first day you joined you spilled coffee all over Draco's shirt and somehow in trying to help him clean up, you changed his shirts colour to pink. Remember ?" Harry yelled

Macy looked in shock, words dying in her throat.

" I remember everything. I- I need to see Draco" harry ordered.

" but- he requested- he left "

" left ?where ?" Harry asked impatiently.

" he didn't say. He said he's going and didn't mention when he'll come back "

" that ass " Harry mumbled.

" do you have any idea where he might go ?" Harry shook macy violently.

" I- n-no I don't " she stammered. Harry tugged his hair as he started brainstorming, thinking about all the places he could be. All of them but nothing-

"of course, the cottage house " harry jumped up, adrenaline pumping inside every nerve of him.

" but- I - can't let you go " macy said

" oh watch me" and without even thinking Harry disapparted.

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Draco watched as the rain poured down, wetting the window. The fire had died down, maybe not even remaining sparks, and the room grew colder and darker with the absence of warmth and light. But he sat there, knees pressed against his chest, head resting on the wall behind him as his eyes begged for tears to stop, his fingers playing with the necklace lying on his chest.

And just as the thunder broke again, he saw the figure appearing in the living room. It should've scared him but Draco felt insane, hallucinated perhaps.

" Draco " it spoke..

Draco didn't reply, not wanting to feel stupid talking in hallucinations.

" it's me Draco. I'm here " he whispered.

" as if " Draco mumbled.

" I really am " he Whispered. Draco narrowed his eyes at the figure and stepped down the windowsill to face him.

" liar. I know you're not " Draco said as he approached him.

" I really am " he whispered as he too stepped closer.

Draco was an inch apart when he touched him, waiting for his hands to go through, only it didn't and Shock formulated like a slow chemical reaction and he gasped when he realised..

" you -"

" I am very much real " he chuckled holding Draco's sides.

" but you- you forgot "

" I remember, I remember everything Draco"

" no, you- you had amnesia. You're playing with me " Draco harshly Whispered..

He huffed " you think coasters make good wall posters and that they make good show pieces, that's why most of our coaster are on the wall instead of under the cups "

Draco stilled " yo- you-"

" I remember, love, I remember " and without thinking twice, Draco hugged harry breaking into heavy sobs. Mumbling incoherent words.

" I'm so sorry. I'm never forgetting you ever again. I'm so so sorry " harry Whispered as he hugged Draco tighter.

" i- I love you " Draco mumbled in sobs.

" I love you too. Fuck, I missed you "

The wind blew through the door, just as they broke the hug, the cold air stirring inside going through the fireplace, and they kissed, the fire grew again, lighting the darkness Again, the warmth invading again and Love settling in once again.

My greatest Apologies for delaying it longer than I ever should have. Ofc I'm back to writing, so further requests are soon to be delivered. Bear with me. Also thanks to @drarrywords

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