IT'S HERE. THE MASTER LIST WE'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR, IT'S HERE

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Masterpost prompts

Yours, forever

Strawberries and Cigarettes

With you, anywhere, everywhere

Kiss your scars

The Locket

You & I, it's everything

Neck Kisses

Dandelions

The fight of the stars

Come back to me

Can we stay forever

Would you?

I've fallen for you

They don't know about us

On purpose

Love me tonight

On the falling star, sequel: the light of a thousand falling stars

We'll figure it out

If one second is our forever

Our soft epilogue

I'll Hold Your Stars

Not everything has to be Malfoy-ish

Say it again, say it again and I swear I'll never stop you

You're safe with me.

Delicate

Okay, I was listening to a version of Delicate by Taylor Swift I hadn't heard before and scrolling through past microfic prompts when I saw that "Delicate" was a past prompt!! So here we go, for @drarrymicrofic. Drarry secret relationship!!

Stolen glances from across the common room, brushing hands as they pass in the hallway, inside jokes snuck into mundane group conversations with oblivious outsiders.

"This is better than nothing," they whisper in the dark. Promising each other, themselves, that it will actually be better one day. Promising a future when they can't predict the next hour. Promising that it's real, that they're alive and can't lose what the others can't see.

It's precarious. Harry and Draco sit on a precipice, not knowing whether they'll fly or fall.

But they'll hold hands on the way down.

Am I supposed to know what I'm supposed to feel except somewhat light !? What did you put in this ?!!??!

@drarrymicrofic prompt: paper (hopeful ending)

Malfoy stood stock still in the middle of the busy courtroom, hands in the pockets of pressed black trousers, his sharp features distant and unreadable. Harry felt like he was approaching a statue in a museum, with everyone hurrying by casting appraising glances at the art on display.

Until Malfoy’s head turned just enough to meet Harry’s eyes, a flash of recognition, then cold, grey and unfeeling. Harry swallowed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a familiar length of wood.

Grey eyes dropped to the hawthorn wand in Harry’s hand, as Harry held it out between them.

The corner of Malfoy’s lip twitched. He slowly removed his hands from his pocket, taking the wand with what Harry could have sworn was gratitude. Malfoy pocketed it, hesitated, then held out a hand to shake.

Of all the things that had happened to Harry in the last few weeks, this seemed to shake him more than anything. He reached out and grasped Malfoy’s hand, giving it a gentle shake.

Malfoy squeezed his hand, a little, those thin lips ticking up in the barest flicker of something. He nodded once, and muttered, “Harry.”

Harry’s hand felt cold as Draco released him, clenching into a fist to hold onto the warmth. Draco turned and walked away, disappearing out of the courtroom, leaving Harry to feel like the sculpture that had taken Draco’s place, a frozen display for the curious passersby.

He looked down, his neck creaking, and opened his hand, warmed by its grip on a tiny, folded piece of parchment.

***

When he was finally allowed to rest, Harry didn’t leave his house for a month.

He slept for twelve hours at a time and still woke plagued with nightmares. He curled up in an armchair and stayed there for so long, staring out the window, the stiff velvet cushion became concave. He didn’t eat or shower unless Kreacher goaded him into it with plentiful insults. He didn’t talk to his friends more than he absolutely had to.

He unfolded and refolded a tiny piece of parchment, over and over, by the light of the grimy window. He slept with it clutched in his fist; the only proof that the nightmares weren’t real, that it was really, truly over.

That something had changed.

***

By fall, he felt a bit like a person again.

He went to work at Hogwarts, teaching first years how to fly, and helping with the rebuilding efforts. Keeping his hands busy.

When they inevitably weren’t busy, they were in the pocket of his hoodie, fingering a tiny folded parchment, the creases touch-worn and soft.

***

He spent Christmas at the Burrow, trying to keep his head above water. It was all he could do not to drop into a panic, or a spiral, or more of that awful numbness, just to escape all of the grief and guilt.

His fault.

When he went to his pocket for the comfort, the parchment wasn’t there, and this time, he really did panic. He crawled around the floor, searching under the furniture and between the sofa cushions and tracing his steps around and around the house, until Hermione stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

She held up a folded piece of parchment, worn and discoloured, with a worried, knowing look in her eye. Harry released a heavy breath of relief as he took it from her—how long had he been holding his breath?

What would he have done if he couldn’t find it? Was it real if he wasn’t holding it in his own hand?

***

Spring brought with it a buzz of excitement. Anticipation.

The parchment barely held its folds; it existed in a small crumple, most of the time. Harry didn’t mind, as long as it existed.

His restless fingers traced the smudged, faded purple ink, in the privacy of his own quarters. Held a quill, imagining fingers slender and pale and smooth instead of tanned and rough and scarred. Nicked a fresh piece of parchment, and copied the words over and over, trying and failing to match the elegant script.

Trying and failing to decipher every thought in the smoothed depressions, in the colour of the ink, in the spacing of the looping lines. Trying and failing to pull it all apart, piece the fibers and pigments back together into a human, who could answer his unending questions.

***

The door to the Hog’s Head clapped shut behind him, keeping out most of the June heat.

Harry’s stomach roiled with nerves, his fist clenching so hard around crumpled parchment, he worried it might disintegrate in his palm, slip through his fingers like ash.

He sat down at the table, decisive and sure and nervous and so curious he felt out of his mind with it.

Draco looked up from the journal he’d been writing in, curling purple ink sweeping across parchment; a crisper, lighter colour than the one in Harry’s hand. As his hands lifted, the pages fell to the beginning, half of the first page torn out. Draco snapped the cover shut, staring at Harry in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you’d—”

“Will you let me, too?” Harry blurted. Draco blinked, his gaze turning warm and hopeful as comprehension dawned on his face. He cleared his throat, fiddling with the quill in his hand. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off it, the shape of Draco’s fingers around it. Familiar, different—nails painted deep plum.

“Yes, Harry,” Draco answered, gentler than Harry had expected. “I will.”

Harry had never felt so much relief at once. As if a door he’d been trying to see through had finally opened, showing him a future of infinite possibilities, endless new beginnings, chances upon chances.

He opened his sore fist over the table, letting what remained of the parchment peel off his sweaty palm and fall between them.

“Then let’s try.”

Draco grinned, setting down his quill, smoothing open the note with two careful, shaking fingertips.

If you’ll let me try again - 5 June, 1999, Hog’s Head.

“And keep trying,” Draco agreed.

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Thank you so much anon. Ngl since the moment I put out this list, I had been most excited to write this one out and I don't know how this one turned out.

Just petty things

Dialogue prompt- 15. You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions | Fluff ( ig) | ENEMIES TO LOVERS |

"oh yeah, watch me malfoy " harry sneered taking the bottle of expensive champagne and pouring it down the drain with draco watching him with horror Struck upon his face

" oh, oops. Hope the bottle doesn't empties- oh wait- it already is empty " harry shook the bottle over draco's face in mockery

" you moron. It was fine champagne imported from France. Do you even know how much it costed ?" draco sneered at harry grabbing his wrists harshly

" what you gonna do about it? Ruin my food ? No wait, you actually already did that " Harry raised his eyebrows grinning viciously

Draco scowled at harry angrily before he jerked away Harry's hand's away.

" ruin my food one more time and I'll throw you out " harry threatened

Draco clenched his jaw angrily murdering harry inside his head..

" you wait and watch " draco challenged harry before he storming back to his room.

" oh yeah. I am sure I can handle you " harry yelled.

Draco turned around dramatically, his face red from all the anger " you couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions " he yelled and slammed his bedroom door shut.

Harry too stormed away in his room slamming the door after him, angrily. Bless those door hinges.

Despite the rivarly dying out ages ago and the reconciliation followed after that, they still annoyed the living death out of each other with petty fights almost everyday. Originally the apartment is Harry's but after Blaise had came to live with him, it partially became his until the moment Blaise wanted to settle down and move in with his girlfriend. So being the nice flatmate he was he got harry an anonymous partner who by claims had been extremely nice, organised, clean and a great friend. Of course Blaise didn't mention " also your childhood enemy " or he necessarily didn't. Either way it didn't work out of course but since the rent act started stirring up in the public, it became Incredibly hard for draco to find another apartment and now here they were, 2 months in living together, messing each other's daily life and petty fighting.

" I'm telling you Blaise, he drive's me nuts " harry groaned as he pointed at Draco.

" oh I drive you nuts, excuse me, you drained my entire fucking bottle of champagne, of course I'll drive you nuts " draco narrowed his eyes at harry.

" you Drained his bottle of champagne ?" Blaise asked harry with an amused reaction sitting on the centre couch.

" well- he- he cut all my avocados, scooped out the insides of it and left the seed and not only that, he added Scotch to my lasagna " harry accusing-ly pointed his finger at draco.

" you did that ?" Blaise laughed looking at Draco

" Blaiseee " harry sternly voiced

" oh, no you're Right. Of course, you shouldn't had done that no matter how good it actually was,you shouldn't had. You know he loves avocados " Blaise nodded.

" but-"

" no really draco. I mean it. He's very serious about his food, even when I lived with him " Blaise added

" I need him out of here " harry added

" what ? You can't do that-"

" I can, if you're forgetting this apartment is originally mine " harry interjected draco.

" okay, whoa whoa, calm down. Nobody's getting thrown out alright. Just take a deep breath and we'll talk about this- well your differences alright "

" you know it's all your fault. You should've never bought a flatmate without asking me "

" me? I thought I was helping you out " Blaise defended himself

" well clearly not " harry shook his eyes head with wide eyes, crossing his arms over his front.

Blaise huffed a breath gulping down the rest of his coffee and turned to draco.

" you want to move out ?"

" what- no. I mean yes I don't want to live with him but I don't want move out " draco replied furrowing his eyebrows.

" see, Harry, he doesn't want to move out-"

" he's doesn't want to live with me Blaise. Clearly we're on the same side " harry faked a smile at draco.

Blaise looked up at the ceiling in annoyance before he got up from the couch to make his point " do you both realise you're adult's. Because it seems otherwise. I'm tired of listening to your petty fights and the pranks and the revenge. Why can't you two just like normal civil people? I thought you both had reconciled "

" look I know it's hard for both of you but you guys are the most incredible flatmates I've ever had alright and I know you two are better than this. So please, just please starting acting like you're actually 22 and if you can't be around each other then just- just ignore another alright. Don't talk " Blaise raised his eyebrows waiting for a reply before harry did

" I can work with not talking " harry mumbled.

" I'm good at ignoring " draco mumbled too.

" see, now that's the spirit. Now I have to go,I have a lunch with Sophie's parents, can I trust the two of you to not get involved into another fight ?" Blaise asked with raised eyebrows.

" good " he huffed when neither replied and took his jacket and decided to walk out with harry and draco following after him.

" just " he breathed " be nice to each other alright. You don't even have to talk "

" we can handle ourselves. We're not kids " draco rolled his eyes

Blaise opened his mouth to say something but shut it right off and gave draco a firm smile and left, with almost zero hope that it worked out.

Well it only worked partially. They ignored each other of course but still couldn't bear the thought of the other, which was somehow a progress and Blaise was rather proud because for the first time in 2 months they didn't wanted to kill each other.

Or so he thought thing's were better until a week later when Draco found harry making out with someone on the couch in the living room. Well he was decent enough not to shout till the date left.

" I sleep on that couch sometimes " draco disgustingly said as a shiver ran down his spine.

" well that's your problem. You have perfect bedroom for sleeping " harry rolled his eyes opening the water bottle and drinking from it..

" I don't care, the couch is off limits " draco snapped

"you don't tell me what is off limits and what's not-"

" i sure can. This is as much as of an apartment as much as its your " draco threw at harry.

" well this is my house, I can kiss anyone I want, wherever I want and whenever I want and you cannot boss me " harry Snapped back stepping closer to draco to make his glaring more threatening.

Draco flared as he stepped closer " you can not "

" yes I can " harry titled his head

" you cannot " draco widened his eyes

" what you gonna do about it ?" Harry egged him on.

Draco breathed sharply before he stepped back throwing his hands in the air " I can't believe you. You think this, everything is yours. Why am I be surprised though, it has Always been yours , hasn't it. Oh I'm harry potter, the world is all mine, I am praised everywhere I go with posters still upon the wall with my huge fanbase and everybody gushing over me. I'm so great, I'm brilliant. Maybe I should get a pedestal to stand on, oh wait I already built myself one " draco shouted

Harry crushed the bottle in his hand before he jerked forward grabbing draco by his collar " you- fucking- asshole. You take that back "

" oh I'm sorry did that hurt you? I won't take it back, you wanna punch me for that " draco asked raised his eyebrows, his hands steady by his sides

" you do not fucking know anything about my life. I'm giving you a warning to shut up-"

" or what? You're gonna punch me, as if you have the guts " draco sneered

" don't tempt me malfoy-"

" oh, I am scared. Save it potter. You can never punch me " draco narrowed his eyes at harry

Harry heaved heavily as he grabbed onto draco's collar tighter but didn't make a move to actually punch him, though his anger was getting out of control.

" you know what, you were better before I got you out of prison. Should've left you there to die " harry didn't mean to say it out loud but he did and it took him exactly a second to realise what had he done and regret immediately flooded in him as he saw draco's lip twitch and the look of pain crossing his features.

" you're right. You should've left me there to die " draco Snapped before he jerked away from harry easily as he had loosened his grip and stormed out of the apartment taking his coat with him.

Harry huffed in annoyance, rubbing his hand over his face, swearing in himself and kicking the chair nearby in guilt and anger.

Despite living in the same apartment, harry didn't see draco at all for at least a week or more until harry was returning very late from work and wanted to silently sneak in after having thought the entire way back home how to makeup to draco when he realised he didn't had to when he saw draco sitting in the balcony with all the door's open..

" you could've at least shut the door. The entrie apartment will be cold now " harry cautiously said as he approached draco and Stood by the door.

Draco sniffed Before he mumbled a soft Apology and within a second harry realised something was wrong and went into the balcony where draco was now standing.

" hey, you alright ?" Harry asked as he carefully placed his palm over Harry's shoulder

" yeah- just something at work " draco mumbled turning away from harry.

" hey hey hey, it's alright, you can talk to me if you want"

" yeah like you'd want to listen " draco scoffed dabbing his face with a tissue.

" of couse I will. Why wouldn't I ?" Harry asked frowning.

" why would you ?" Draco questioned back

" well- i- because I do care and there shouldn't be a reason why not to " harry raised his shoulder before dropping again.

Draco looked at him for a moment before he looked away, chewing the insides of his cheeks.

" you don't have to. I understand. I just want you to know I'm here " harry said softly tilting his head so he knew Draco saw him through the corner of his eyes.

Harry Stood with him for a few minutes in silence until he understood that perhaps he wanted to be alone and decided to step back inside.

" I lied "

" what do you mean you lied ?" Harry asked as he turned around and stood next to draco again with his hands on the railings, watching him..

" I lied about what upset me. It's not my work. It's my parents " draco side glancing at harry.

" oh " harry Only replied

" they sent me a letter that they took down my name from the final will. So I'm well not going to get the manor "

" so you were crying because you don't get the manor ?" Harry pursed his lips to control the little laugh wanting to escape his lips.

Draco shook his head, in " I can't believe I even tried " and he stepped off the balcony to go back inside

" I'm kidding, obviously " harry stopped him, holding out his wrist from going.

" just trying to lighten your mood " harry shrugged. Draco looked at him nonchalantly for a moment before breathing out and standing next to harry again.

"so they took your name off the will ? What else ?" Harry asked as he leaned on the railing watching draco.

" it's-" he breathed " it's not about the manor or any other thing. I stopped caring about that a long time ago, it's just, after all this time I thought they'd accept me. And-" he bit the inside of his lip, closing his eyes " they still don't "

Harry's gaze softened and he spoke up " they probably never will and you'll have to live with it even if it's hard "

" I know but it's just- their acceptance matters the most to me even if I don't say it out loud but It hurts sometimes knowing that I can't stop caring. First they abandoned me, then disowned me from the joint account at gringotts, sold the cottage house under my name and the last thing I had left- they took my name off that. It's like they're doing everything possible to make it believable that I- I just- never existed , like simply erasing it " draco's eyes sparkled with tears and harry watched as draco tore down his walls unknowingly and only then harry approached a simple physical touch of holding his hand over the railing.

" your existence is with you draco. They're all just papers. Your life or your name or anything about you isn't decided by a piece of paper. Hell I'm the hottest bisexual in Britain by the witch weekly and I can bet my ass that I've seen hotter but it's just a paper "

Draco chuckled and harry gave him a smile.

" I know it upsets you and I understand what losing a family is like but you can always create your own family " harry contagiously smiled

" I'm gay potter " draco rolled his eyes with a smile.

" not the actual reproduced family. I mean your friends, they can be your family. It's time you choose your family, who doesn't take away a manor from you "

Draco smiled softly " but it still hurts"

Harry stepped closer to him looking him in the eye " it always will, but one day you're going to look at the whole thing and be like I still have a family and much better one infact"

" you really think so ?" Draco asked

" I know so " harry whispered smiling.

They stared at each other long enough until they realised how close they had been standing in that small balcony and harry cleared his throat to break the moment of unusual staring.

" you wanna stay out here for a while. I'll grab the blankets?" He asked

Draco opened his mouth to deny but instead he nodded with a smile and harry quickly went in to fetch the blankets and pillows with something to eat and joined draco back in the balcony..

" wait, you just came back from work, aren't you tired ?" Draco finally asked

Harry shook his head shrugging " I'm good " and they settled into the area with his back supported on the glass, sitting close enough..

" you're not always an asshole then " draco teased as they opened the packet of chips and sipped some butter beer..

Harry chuckled " well yeah " and he took some chips from the packet.

After moments of eating in silence draco finally turned to harry again and mumbled a small thanks.

" you don't have to thank me" harry replied looking back at Draco and keeping his gaze still at him.

" listen I'm sorry about the other day. I was just angry and you sort of boiled me a little and it just-"

" it's alright. I forgive you " draco gave harry a tender side smile and harry smiled back equally tender.

" can I kiss you ?" Draco asked after having stared at each other long enough to know that kissing was what was left.

" do you really want to ?" Harry asked looking at Draco's lips wanting to do the same.

" yes " draco mumbled as he leaned closer to harry.

" this changes everything draco" harry whispered when they were Only an inch apart, breathing in small breaths..

" I know. I want to " draco mumbled..

Harry bought his hands to draco's face, stroking his cheeks " are you absolutely sure ? I don't want you to regret this next morning "

" will you ?" Draco asked looking in Harry's eyes as a confirmation.

" I won't " harry replied as his heart beat More loudly.

" I won't either " draco mumbled and before Harry could've further asked anything else, he kissed him over the lips, sweet and slow at first then escalating to it becoming a need, leaving them both panting.

" you really are sure ?" Harry panted as they separated for air..

Draco rolled his eyes straddling harry, cupping his face " you ask me one more time and I'll make you question your entire life harry" and he kissed harry again tugging at his hair as harry encircled his arms around Draco's Waist pulling him closer, leaning his head upwards to kiss him more thoroughly..

And they remained there as Long as the night was still young, kissing each other, panting each other's breath, fighting for air, for Dominance and moaning. Just there, in the moment.

I understand I didn't necessarily made harry and draco already having feelings for each other but it seemed nice for a change to go with their flow.

(I don't know if literally anyone notices but my writing style varies a lot, personally not liking recently what I've been writing tho )

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After the Autumn

Dialogue Prompt- 29. Love isn't supposed to hurt this badly | TW- ANGST | HURT COMFORT | EMOTIONAL ( I guess )

It was a defence mechanism, to shield himself from any upcoming events or actions that might Rip him apart or leave him fragile, to prevent future heartbreaks. It was all a wicked game; part of self-preservation to not fall and not to feel bad when he got out of it. The thing was if he didn't protect his heart then he would have nothing of his own and he was afraid of love. When growing up he was embedded that love leaves you hollow, you tend to defy love ever in future, not necessarily of course but it plays a major role in not allowing yourself to love. He was taught and learnt that love was for weak hearted, for fragile and vulnerable people and not for someone like him but over time it changed into he understood he didn't deserve love.

And so just like that he left the dark apartment that one late night after he had felt his heart rapidly beating causing a horrendous stampede in his chest, he left him, he abandoned him.

And he didn't return, leaving with only a glance behind, a single flicker of hope burning until it extinguished.

But like all the dry, shredded trees that grows in forest becomes alive one day with just the little of sunshine after the Autumn, he met him again, 4 years later when he had subtly walked into work and was introduced to the newest member of the DMLE.

" Draco, meet Harry Potter, of course, you must know him, all the rivalry I've heard of too " and the words had left him frozen.

Draco refused to look up from where he was looking at his desk because he never knew how to, how could he have looked up and watched the man he had abandoned in the apartment because he was afraid he was falling in love with. He didn't dare but he heard in silence the Chuckles and stories told.

Robard might've stayed there for a few more minutes telling him about Harry but all he could think of was the past, the horrors that hurled within him with it but when they Walked out through his door, out into the hallway, Draco finally lifted his gaze, Harry didn't turn around to see him, he didn't.

Where had the months flown since harry joined, Draco never really realised. Harry had become everyone's friend, a nice colleague, a good host and yet Draco hadn't spoken one word, nor had Harry and for some obscure reasons Harry didn't try to initiate anything either, he didn't even try to acknowledge his presence or his absence as though he didn't care anymore but Draco was bothered because he wanted Harry to be angry with him, to yell at him, to give me stone-hearted look, to look at him in any way except as strangers.

He waited months for Harry to snap until he assumed Harry just didn't care enough to bother with Draco anymore, even a little, who would, but it still hurt Draco somewhere that Harry was pretending that they didn't have a history or that Harry had simply forgotten which Draco was Afraid of because Harry was the best he ever had, in everything.

" enjoying work ?" Draco finally initiated reluctantly one day while he was in the office library in the same aisle as him.

" I am, thank you" harry gave him a firm smile before he left the aisle and never returned. Draco sighed, hitting his head against the bookshelf.

And they didn't talk again and it was somehow leaving Draco feeling hollow. He would see across the room and Harry wouldn't even bother to look at Draco, not so much so even a glance at him or he didn't even try to talk or he didn't even try to hate him, it was like Draco didn't mean anything to him and as much as Draco should've loved that, he didn't. He was left feeling upset, sad and Empty like harry was scooping his heart out and keeping it with himself. All Draco could think of was unimaginable unrealistic scenario's that harry obliviated himself, all the memories with Draco and it hurt more than it should've.

But Draco would question " isn't this what he wanted? For harry to forget him ?" But maybe he thought he wanted that but it hurt more every time he'd look at harry and he was reminded of the steps he took out of his apartment hoping that harry would realise Draco wasn't in the bed and would run and stop him. But harry never did, even in his dreams, nor in nightmares.

And then as if autumn came with a different aura harry had whispered something to Draco when they were standing on the roof of the office building enjoying the soft breeze with Draco retaliating about his past.

"pardon ?" Draco frowned

" I asked, you want a cigarette ?" Harry repeats puffing out smoke from between his lips in The most elegant ways possible.

" I don't smoke, sorry " draco shrugged. Harry nodded frowning taking another drag then turning to draco, leaning against the railings.

" I didn't used to " harry said

" then why did you start ?" Draco asked.

Harry looked at him long enough as though he was conveying him an answer before he shrugged and took another drag.

" you don't talk much " it was not a question, nor an answer but a statement. Draco didn't talk much.

Draco gave him a little side smile before he stared ahead at the metropolitan city replying " I like the silence "

Harry nodded and he didn't speak up. He didn't even say a good-bye after he was done smoking, he just like the smoke left, without a scene, without a residue except for the ashes and the burnt cigarette put out against the wall now lying on the ground. Draco watched that burnt-out cigarette until the last of the sparks had died and he too walked in, an unsettling feeling whirled again inside of him.

Draco met harry there 3 more times with little conversations until in unknown ways he became addicted to wanting to meet harry there for small conversations but after the third time no matter how long Draco stayed there, no matter how often he came to the roof, he didn't meet harry again as if he purposely didn't come to the roof anymore yet Draco stood there over the roof every day waiting for harry to show up at least one of these days.

He never showed up and it was only in mistake when Draco was walking down the wrong floor when he saw harry smoking on the balcony of that floor. Harry watched as Draco swiftly passed by with a pained look on his face but harry didn't dare stop him or try to give any explanation or even say a word. He let him watch, he let him go.

In that little glance at harry, Draco had met with revelations that his self-preservation never really worked, that his defence mechanism to save his heart, to shut his feelings never really worked, he was stupid to have walked out of the apartment that night because Draco had inevitably already fallen for harry long ago and the more impending truth was he never fell out because he never knew how to. History was proof that you can fall in love but had no one taught how to fall out and Draco suffered contagiously in the living history. He knew when he saw harry that he was never going to fall out and he would perhaps never understand why but he knew he understood the answers of all these four years that had been Buried somewhere deep inside him. Why he didn't date anymore, why didn't he find anyone attractive anymore, why didn't he ever meet someone intriguing, why didn't he ever have an answer for the question if he was ever in love with harry and the answer lied here, he was, is and will be in love with him and it was something he would have to live with until he learns to unlove harry potter.

This time Draco knew he was repaying his debt for the sin he committed ages ago when he abandoned harry. Harry didn't meet Draco or didn't acknowledge or treat him as a stranger because he knew it hurt Draco. He knew that Draco would be hurt if harry didn't bother him and so he did it on purpose. Draco didn't bother harry anymore either, he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"Love was never supposed to hurt this badly" Draco whispered to himself; his eyes watered with the reflection of the growing metropolitan city.

( Might do part 2 on request. )

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