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Harry covered himself under the shade of the umbrella he bought and the sunlight hovering over the rest of his body. It was finally nice being at the beach to relax and to just be around nature. This was a much needed break from the over tiring work he had at the office, seeing files after files of immense amount of cases he had lost count of and everyone still fanning over him as soon as he’d walk in. It was just him, the beach, the sun, the soft music, nice wind, and natural sound of the trees wailing and the seals making noises far off in distance. He had laid his head back and closed his eyes after reading the magazine and had gotten only 5 minutes of relaxation when he heard the water whip harshly with something. He groaned to himself and raised his head, pushing his shades at the bridge of the nose and watched as his menace of a boyfriend walked towards Harry, embarrassed. 

Harry raised his eyebrows just as he stood by his bench. 

“ In case you didn’t know the water was awfully salty and definitely not tasty” 

Harry shook his head and laid his head back against his bench again smiling to himself “Menace” 

“ In my defense the fish was very very beautiful” Draco rolled his eye and collapsed on top of Harry. 

Harry let out a small laugh wrapping his arms around Draco’s torso instantly “ of course it was ”

REQUEST OPEN/ PREVIOUS FICS/ MICROFICS

I'm aware I have many dialogue prompts to just fill out, I'll be planning on doing these regularly while putting my other regular writing aside ( excluding the butterflies effect series) and other requests that comes the way ( if any ).

I plan on starting from scratch again and try to be as regular as possible. So here's to fluff December. And if I haven't mentioned before all requests are welcome.

December tends to be a stressful month for a lot of people, so let’s try to de-stress and unwind with some laughter this year. 

Join us for a low-key, no commitment Harry Potter fan creation event this December. 

To participate:

Pick a prompt that you want to write/create for (you can do as many or as few as you’d like). 

Make something!

Then, post anytime during the fest up.

In the spirit of de-stressing, this event is going to take an almost no rules approach.  So, while you can approach this like a typical Flufftober or Kinktober challenge and post on the specific day, it’s not required. 

Theme

Humor and lighthearted fun. 

Humor, hijinks, fluff, silliness, and even wholesome and fun smut are all welcome. So bring us your “holiday parties gone wrong,” present-exchange mishaps, snowball fights, awkward and oblivious characters, and hot chocolates by the fire!

For more information on the rules and FAQs, see the Info page.

Dates

Starts: December 1, 2021 Ends: December 31, 2021 Collection closes: January 31, 2021 (for late submissions)AO3 Information

2021 Collection: HP_DeStressDecember_2021

AO3 Event and Collection Page

If you have any questions, send us an ask or contact one of the hosts, @manixzen and @withgreatelan, on Discord.

2021 Prompts

Day 1: Holiday Decorating Day 2: Butterbeer Day 3: Holiday Music Day 4: Fireplace/Floo Day 5: Holiday Shopping Day 6: Holiday Cards Day 7: Ice Skating Day 8: Snowball Fights Day 9: Christmas Tree Day 10: Holiday Parties Day 11: Fairy Lights Day 12: Diagon Alley Day 13: Secret Santa/White Elephant Exchange Day 14: Mistletoe Day 15: Snowed In/Snowstorm Day 16: Candy Cane Day 17: Scarves Day 18: Hogsmeade Day 19: Baking Day 20: Christmas Break at Hogwarts Day 21: Sleigh Ride Day 22: Sledding Day 23: Sweaters Day 24: Family/Found-Family Dinner Day 25: Presents Day 26: Hot Chocolate Day 27: Leftovers Day 28: Fuzzy Socks Day 29: It’s Cold Outside! Day 30: Lazy Day Day 31: Ringing in the New Year

Gosh I don't say this as often as I should but you @phoebe-delia are among one of the most talented and among most Beautifully different writer I've ever seen.

I haven't been able to read in a while but this fic right here reminded me that I need to come back and make time for this one thing that blooms me from inside. This fic is a masterpiece I tell you and not in the popular fanfic kind of way but in its own way because it's just so damn beautiful 🦋💜

For your asks, my darling. I would love a fic based on song 41, which both Harry and Draco will be this year on their birthday.

Emma, love, thank you so much for this prompt. I have waited to answer this in order to post it on Harry's birthday, which is why there's been a delay, but I'm impulsive enough to post it a little early.

Song 41 is "Infinity" by One Direction. Listening to the part where the bass drops, especially while driving on the highway, is the biggest serotonin boost. 10/10 recommend.

Anyway, I tried to capture the feeling of the song in this fic. I was semi-inspired by the incredible "Running On Air" by @tinyhistory. Thank you to @nv-md for the very helpful beta. Enjoy!

Also if you wanna read a piece similar to this, check out this fic.

Sometimes I talk to Granger.

Well, allow me to rephrase. I don’t talk to her, as much as she sort of talks at me whilst I try to process her extensive knowledge. Was she always like this? Actually, don’t answer that.

Anyway, Granger has been rather helpful. One of the facts I was able to absorb from her ranting was that, according to Muggle science, energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can change forms, can be converted and shaped into something other than what it once was, but it is constant.

It’s similar to magic. Magic cannot be created, nor destroyed. It is, after all, a form of energy. You can destroy magical objects--you know that better than perhaps anyone--but the magic within cannot cease to exist.

For example, I know you were in Diagon Alley sometime before you left. You sat at that bench outside Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and you probably cast a cushioning charm. The people who go and sit on that bench and cast their own spells have no idea that they’re sitting on the last known traces of the Boy Who Lived’s magic in all of London. That spell you cast five years ago still lingers.

The point is, magic can be purposeless, and yet it has the audacity to remain.

I imagine you can relate, assuming you’ve decided to continue your own existence.

I sincerely hope you are; existing, that is. Others have given up hope. I’ve read every theory printed in the Prophet. Some say you’re off living as a Muggle, and some believe you’re still here and walking around under your Invisibility Cloak. Others have presumed you to be dead. Granger and Weasley tell me you’d enjoy the way the media is largely ignoring you now, aside from publishing any random claim of having spotted you somewhere.

I used to think that you adored the attention of the press. But then again, I used to believe a lot of things; you convinced me I was wrong about nearly every one of them.

For example, I once thought I’d be an up-and-coming political figure; the youngest Wizengamot member in a century, heading several charitable organizations and waving off speculation of a campaign for Minister.

But now, I spend my days in my Junior Auror office, which is blessedly empty since no one wanted to work with the former Death Eater. Solitude suits me just fine, a sentiment which, I would wager, you share. Funny, how we are connected by a tolerance, or even enjoyment, of isolation.

As part of my social reparations of the war--combined with the usual hazing endured by all Aurors fresh from training--I am given nothing but unwanted cold cases. You see, when the Boy Who Lived Twice goes missing it’s the kind of story that feeds the symbiotic relationship between law enforcement and the press. But after a while, even the Golden Boy’s whereabouts are less interesting than the newest scandal or criminal operation, fresh chum to the circling sharks.

Still, you’ll never be irrelevant enough to be forgotten. That gaudy statue of you still stands in the middle of the Ministry atrium for all to see, your 17-year-old self immortalized in the very pose you had when you saved the world.

I wonder whether Robards thought he was torturing me by giving me your case; perhaps he decided it would be a proper punishment for me to spend my days looking at your scarred face in your file and coming up with ways to find you. If I succeeded, I’d be helping a former rival; if I failed, I’d be proving all their assumptions that I’m either nefarious or rich and lazy, take your pick.

I do things now, like talk to Granger and spend late nights hunched over my isolated desk and get excited about Muggle scientific theory because I refuse to believe that your case is cold--not when the warmth of your magic clings to a bench in Diagon.

Sometimes, when it’s been a particularly long and stressful day of searching for you, I go and sit on that bench, just to feel your magic, to remember that you exist. The Prophet headlines will fade; statues lose their shine.

But your magic cannot be created or destroyed, it simply is.

Some unsaid love Stories

Day 5- Holiday shopping (late edition) - @hpdestress

“ How about this ?” Harry asked taking the ornament in his hand and showing it to Draco. 

He turned his attention to Harry then shook his head “ Too much for someone like Owen- go for something plain ” 

Harry nodded and kept the ornament back on the shelf moving forward to the next shelf, a basket of gifts in his hand. 

“ How about a brochè for Martha ?” Draco asked from behind him. 

Harry turned immediately at his voice taking the brochè in his hand then looking at all its side “ Its pretty- she’ll love it” he smiled

“ Do you think we’re doing too much for them ?” Draco asked talking about their coworkers. 

“ I think they deserve it, a little bit ” Harry replied 

“ Really ?” Draco quizzically asked clearly knowing the sarcasm in his own voice. 

Harry chuckled “ Well no, but they expect from us ” 

Draco shook his head agreeing “ I don’t understand this, just because we’re their bosses” 

“ Yes and they expect it from us- How about this for Mike ?” Harry asked showing him the black cup with a small santa drawn over it riding a sleigh. 

“ Seems right enough ” Draco agreed and he too strolled forward picking up another thing and showing it to Harry and adding Merlin’s name to it. 

They went through shelf after shelf discussing which one to gift to whom and making jokes every once in a while about the people they worked with. It was hard as their bosses to find something decent enough to gift someone they hardly even knew, they thought they did but apparently not so much. However they had managed to buy every employee who worked with them they wanted to gift at least one or the other thing, some they might gift as a contribution together and some as individual, if they meant something to them.

They were on the billing counter waiting for every item to be covered in the bill when Harry asked suddenly " I never asked, what are your Christmas plans ?"

" oh-" he smiled " you know me- not so much. After your family basically packs your stuff and send em away by parcel one by one, you know it definitely can't mean you're invited- I'll go solo this Christmas"

" Geez- that bad huh" Harry clicked his tongue

" oh no- have you spent a Christmas with my family- I'm lucky to be alive right now" Draco replied sarcastically.

Harry chuckled paying for the gifts and picking them up from the counter along with Draco " you know- we do a dinner before Christmas day and spend the rest of the day just watching Christmas movies and apparently going to the church then setting a barbeque outside- with the Weasley's, you can join if you want, they won't mind?" He offered.

" oh no- I wouldn't want to intrude- I'm happy with my own sappy version of Christmas movie and Chinese take over. It's better that way" Draco smiled, denying sweetly.

" are you sure ?"

" sure, don't worry Potter, I won't die if for one day you won't be there " Draco teased.

Harry chuckled shaking his head then dropping him at his place before going to his own.

Just in a few days there was increasing craze of Christmas. The office ran a little wild with party before Christmas and tiny bit of booze and too many speeches by former Auror's and old man's, praising Everyone; altogether it was nice but a little too much for Harry to be around for long enough so he took a detour and went back to his office. He had almost unlocked the door when it opened from the inside and he was instantly welcomed by Draco.

" too much? " He scrunched his face, opening the door wide enough for Harry to walk inside.

" if I hear one more story about Christmas and kids, I'll actually die" Harry whined.

Draco laughed closing the door behind them and pouring a glass a champagne for Harry and himself.

" I took my cue half an hour ago, this party, definitely not my scene " Draco admitted.

" ah- it's boring anyways. What are you doing here, except taking a break from the party ?" Harry asked leaning back over the front of his table with his arms crossed.

" promise you won't lecture me ?" Draco asked Bringing his glass to Harry.

" I won't " Harry crossed his heart.

" working on some details of the case-"

" seriously ?" Harry smiled, amused.

" well- call me a nerd or whatever but this is my party " Draco shrugged.

Harry laughed setting his drink down on the table then getting hold of Draco's arms on his sides, forcing him to look at Harry.

" you're an incredible auror and you don't give yourself enough credit alright. You're only given this life once, you're too young, too handsome to be locked away Behind this door. Go out there, have fun, make friends, go on dates- stop this alright. I know Robin fucked you up a little bit but he wasn't your last shot at love Draco- there are going to be plenty, give u-them a chance" Harry smiled softly at him, an encouraging one.

" it's not about Robin- I'm over him-"

" oh yeah- why do you still wear the ring ? Come on, move on Draco- it's been so long, you're worth it alright and Robin was an idiot " Harry stepped closer to him, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear, still lingering his hand around his ear " you deserve to be treated so much more better, you deserve to be taken out on fancy dates and movie nights in the Middle of the night and to be spoilt, to be taken on surprise good adventures and to be held in arms closely and to be kissed every hour of everyday. You deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are- for how good you are and tells you everyday how much he loves you, you deserve to be reminded that you're too good to be true- you deserve someone who won't leave you, Someone who would hold you hand and never leave it- you deserve to be loved " He knew he got carried away but it was worth looking at Draco who looked back at him in awe and complete shock. Draco didn't try to step back at all, even with Harry's lingering hand around his ear or move his hand on his other arm or try to create a distance, instead he was breathing heavily and his gaze shifting often from Harry's eyes to his lips but nothing happened when it should've. Harry stepped away.

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When the Christmas day arrived Harry's offer for Draco to spend Christmas with him was still open and it was tempting enough especially after what happened between them after the Christmas party but he denied every single time the thought raced across in his head.

It wasn't until he was ready to spend his Christmas the same old sappy way, with a sappy Christmas movie and a Chinese takeover when his eyes fell on his ring in his finger and Harry's word ran like a wildfire In his head. Robin fucked him up very much, but Harry was right, he wasn't his last shot at love. The truth was what he felt with Harry the other day was far from what he ever even felt for Robin, maybe it was stronger or maybe it was different but the utter desperation to kiss Harry that day had been stronger than he liked to admit and he hated that Harry had such an effect on him but day and night, he was the only thing he thought about.

It took far too Long to decide but the ring thrown away back in the box and a nice jumper and jeans thrown over himself he disapparated to where the offer stood still.

He walked dead and fast, pacing back and forth, chewing his nail out of nervousness right outside the door wondering whether he should knock or not, but soon the door opened and just the man he needed walked right out.

" I was hoping you'd come " Harry smiled shutting the door behind him.

" I-i don't know-"

" I'm glad you're here " Harry cut him off with a smile. Draco genuinely smiled back.

" I'm running down to the market to get something for the dinner, you want to come ?" Harry offered.

Draco nodded, agreeing to go along with him and just as they went he added " I hope all you said in the office, you implied your own self"

Harry shook his head laughing softly " I'd be a fool to deny"

Day 4- coming home || Day 6- In "that" phase

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

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This is quite literally the only most fun thing I did today and I'm proud of it

I wish I'd look like this

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picrew time before i sleep xD

ok i really need to go to bed cuz i have work and school tomorrow, but i wanted to do a picrew thing! I was tagged by the lovely @jealouskingeddiediaz !!!! thank you so much darling-do, sending u my love!

Here is the Picrew!

Behold…a dork xD

tagging all you lovelies! @sacred-twink , @ct-tech , @kixthecondomfairy , @nahoney22 , @demonairs , @itsjml , @damerondala , @boopedbeeped , @clonecyare , @leias-left-hair-bun , @that-one-weeb-but-starwars , @techissweet , @kamino-coruscant and anyone who wants to try it! ^-^

ok i sleep now xD