Gosh I Don't Say This As Often As I Should But You @phoebe-delia Are Among One Of The Most Talented And

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.

Sirius not going to Azkaban, and raising Harry in Grimmauld place.

Little Harry finding the Black family tapestry and seeing that Sirius’s face was burnt off. Little Harry drawing a picture of Sirius and sticking it on the family tree where his face was supposed to be. Little Harry taking out his crayons drawing all over the faces of the “evil meanies that hurt pa'foo”.

Draco : I only want a man who is gracious with every move, Knows how to carry one self, is elegant, definitely isn't a mess, doesn't wobble or stumble, would shower me with gifts, definitely have a good height and sexy.

Harry : *stumbles and wobbles, just out of bed hair, wearing 3 size the clothes of his own size, collapse face down on the ground and says sorry to a cat*

Draco : I want him

salt 

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 ”

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Christmas cabin

Day 9 Christmas Tree

“ Coming through people- out of my way” Ginny yelled as she walked down the stairs with boxes in her hands. The crowded hallway of people made space for her as she continued making honking noise to get the attention and knocking along the way few ornaments kept over the side tables. 

She walked through the sliding door and soon kept the boxes on the floor and cracking her back up as she arched “ You- two idiots- move your asses and help with the boxes” She yelled at a sitting gossiping couple over the coffee table.

Harry reluctantly got up, Draco getting up after him and followed Harry as they walked through with Harry complaining about this being typical Ginny around christmas, trying to get everyone involved into the whole decoration process. 

They both went up the stairs of the cabin they had managed to get around the heavily packed Christmas booking to spend a Christmas with just friends and be away from the everyone else as much as possible and somehow everyone else was looking for the same, hence the packed cabin with Harry, Draco, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Pansy, Blaise and Luna, Neville wanted to join but unfortunately his banabarawuet sapling that just bloomed up in his Garden after 5 years needed his care. It was understandable.

" She's always so bossy " Harry mumbled.

" at least someone is " Draco mumbled from behind him as he followed him up the stairs.

" What do you mean ?" Harry gasped

" Well you all just had plans to swamp around like apes so it makes sense that at least someone is taking charge " Draco explained.

Harry walked through the door and turned a little to his side to see Draco " We were not lying around like apes- you and I were having a much important conversation-"

" about consistency of pancakes batter-"

" which is very important for someone who likes pancakes" Harry added.

Draco shook his head smiling and pointed the box for Harry to pick up and so he did.

" I am sure you'd love a conversation about the Immanuel Kant's hypothesis over the origin of the universe " Harry rolled his eyes

" well he did actually give out a good hypotheses which later was named into nebula hypotheses claiming that the Universe-"

But he was cut off by Harry's fake snoring sounds against the door.

" you're not worth it anyways- I'll talk about it with Malek from work about it- he actually went to study muggle geography and- he's a good guy- not to mention he's hot" And he finally got Harry's drooling attention

" hot ? Perhaps you would want add annoying to the sentence ?" Harry suggested

" No" he hummed frowning " he's actually really really interesting- he even got me a cup of coffee the other day " Draco replied with a plastered smile.

Harry raised a challenging eyebrow at him and kept the box back down he picked up and reduced the distance between him and Draco.

" I'm sure he was great but he can't make you hot like I do-" Harry pushed Draco lightly against the closet with his hands going under Draco's jumper.

" Harry- the door is open" Draco stammered.

" don't care- welcome to watch the show" Harry whispered closing the distance between him and Draco so his own leg adjusted between Draco's and his eyes met Draco's own steely grey eyes and lips bare Inches away from being touched.

" they'll find out about us" Draco hoarsely said then cleared his voice trying to get his voice back.

" they'll find out eventually- tell me about this guy though- hot you say, hotter than me ?" Harry asked in a dangerously low tone, his hands not dropping from Draco's stomach, holding him in place.

If Draco had to be honest, this had never happened in the four month's relationship that they've been, by this he meant Harry being even remotely jealous of someone he didn't even know, it Infact didn't even make sense for Harry to even be jealous at all but given the moment Draco threw all his sanity out of the window as he felt Harry's fingers doing a circle while the door was far too open for anyone to walk in and find out about them.

Draco raised his arms to push Harry away to create some distance and finally catch his held on breath but figuring out his intentions, Harry already pinned then to his sides.

" What are you two doing up there ?" They heard the voice coming up the stairs and Draco's heart beat rose frantically while Harry's smirk only quirked up more in a challenging and his fun seeking dangerous playgames way. Draco tried to wrestle free before Ginny would've come upstairs and find them in a position but Harry's hold was entirely too strong and as a good measure, to make it more enthralling Harry kissed over Draco's exposed neck, kissing it fevrently to sucking lightly for him to fight back a moan.

And just time Harry stepped away and picked up the box winking at Draco all at the same time.

" what's taking you so long ?" Ginny conferred.

" Nothing important thing- just discussing some work issue " Harry shrugged.

That bastard.

Draco caught his breath along the way and hiding through his jumper where Harry might've possibly left a mark and picked the box himself and took it downstairs.

Hours later when the teams had been divided into two with Harry and Draco being incharge of decorating the Christmas tree Harry risked his chance to brush his hands away with Draco behind the tree and even walking by too closely to him leaving Draco if anything but entirely greedy and desperate for touch, any touch.

Done with the tree, they were proud of themselves and decided to reward themselves with a glass of apple juice and piece of cake when Harry risked it all again and sqeezed Draco's ass behind the counter so no one would see but it made him jump up, squealing with his mouth shut and he decided he had enough and dragged Harry to his room he was staying in when no one was looking and pushed him against the door.

" What is wrong with you ?" Draco asked not trying to sound excited at all.

" Nothing- just you" Harry tried to reach for Draco again but he stopped him, raising an eyebrow for explanation and Harry gave up " it's hard- not being with you while we're here. Trying to hide my relationship with you from everyone. I don't want to and it's making me crazy not being able to hold your hand and I know it sounds shitty or very desperate of me but I've never felt what I'm feeling for you and I want everyone to know but I'm not ready yet- I just- I just wish it were easier but holding your hand is the only thing that makes sense " he sighed.

Draco looked at him in awe, pulling him closer and then hugged him " I know it's hard but it'll only be a few more days or weeks. We can come out to them as soon as you want you. I feel the same way about you Harry and I'm damned I do but I wouldn't have it any other way-"

" Open up this damn door or I'll knock it down"

Draco's head dropped down in exhaustion then yelled back " Privacy Ron- can I get any "

There was a pause before the knocking stopped " No " and the footsteps faded away.

Harry looked at Draco then smiled " You got rid of him "

Draco Chuckled shaking his head " Well if it's only way I'm getting to spend time with you I'm not gonna to let anyone ruin it for me "

Draco kissed his lips softly beholding in some moment where they weren't disturbed by other's the time of happiest season. Maybe it'll be some cliche Christmas story to tell one day, one trip, too many friends and a secret relationship.

Day 8 - Crimson morning || Day 10 - 4 circles

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This is such a shitty one 😭

The Decoration Disaster

Prompt Day 1- Holiday Decorating 

Harry peeked at the list once again and sighed in satisfaction upon realizing there’s only one thing left to buy and so without delay he entered the last shop. 

“ Christmas shopping huh ?” The shopkeeper smiled at him when he was billing his item. 

Harry nodded smiling knowing the man saw his other bags “ You know how it can be” 

“ Tell me all about it kid, been doing it for 30 years ” He chuckled and handed him his items and Harry left the store after wishing him a good day and a good christmas. 

He walked back down the streets, nowhere else to go but home. Christmas was probably the one time of the year Harry seemed to enjoy the most now despite of how much he didn’t enjoy it when he was a kid. In his life he had no complaints anymore, infact he have never lived a more merry life, especially now that he was finally settled in a good stable relationship and was infact their first christmas since they moved in together. As they all say when you meet the one, or when you fall in love, everyday seems like another day worth waking upto, he definitely took it seriously. But honestly after everything that Harry had been through he belives he deserved it now more than ever and he was more than Happy to share this holiday time with the man he loves too much. Sounds cliche, I know.

Harry entered his loft aka apartment, and settled the bags down over the kitchen isle and just then the door opened and the love of his life walked in.

" got the tree ?" Harry asked pacing towards him.

" of course" Draco smiled and he pulled Harry closer to himself making Harry circle his arms around his neck, tipping over his toes a little and placing a soft kiss on his nose.

" I missed you today " Harry smiled bumping his nose side by side with Draco as if he was a baby.

" I was only gone for a few hours, so were you. Geez if you can't survive a few hours without me then you'll die the moment I leave you " Draco teased.

" Well you can't leave anymore, because- you're mine " Harry replies placing a kiss over his lips for a short second " and if you'll leave I'll probably die so you know I'd only have to survive a second without you, I can handle that "

" Are you sure ?" Draco teased again.

Harry smiled then kissed him again, properly this time " No " he mumbled and resumed kissing him again.

They Only broke out of their session of making out against the door when the bag of bells and licorice dropped from Draco's hands to the side creating the sonorous sound.

" wow- you really went on it " Draco whispered against his lips.

" well I was giving you an example of what you'd miss if you leave me- so now you can't leave me- ever " Harry replied titling his head and grinning then stepped away and collected the bag from the ground, Draco joining along.

They walked into the kitchen and dropped the bags Draco bought over the counter and started looking briefly through things to make sure nothing was forgotten.

Just as Draco noticed Harry was about to speak up, he spoke up himself " the tree will be delivered, don't worry about it"

Harry shut his lips then smiled " I knew I chose the right man " Draco chuckled over it.

They spent the rest of the hour unpacking the bags and segregating the thing's they had to decorate the house with and the one's to decorate the tree with. After having done the final segregation Harry left to decided to get his toolbox and get started with the decorations.

Apparently decoration wasn't as much of a piece of a cake they assumed it to be because Draco liked all the wreaths to go on one wall but Harry liked one on each wall and since Harry was up on the ladder he could barely keep in mind the aligning of the tinsels they were trying to put in a shape of Christmas tree of and despite the fact that to Draco it seemed fine when Harry got off the ladder, they weren't.

" you said you were looking " Harry sighed

" I was " Draco whined " but your body was blocking half of it- and you know I can't resist looking at your body- so technically it's your fault " he shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

" oh put down that chocolate- it's already your fifth one " Harry scrunched his face snatching the box of chocolates away from Draco's hands and tossing them over the kitchen isle.

" again your fault- you bought them " Draco shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

Harry could had so easily been mad at him for being distracted instead of helping him out but with a face like Draco and him eating chocolate, the combination of getting mad didn't go so well and instead he started laughing and wrapped his arms around Draco from behind, keeping his chin over Draco's shoulder and kissing the side of his neck. Draco too covered Harry's hands with his own, interlocking their finger's.

" what do you say we don't change this decoration and let it be imperfect?" Harry suggested.

Draco frowned, impressed " I'd say I like that very much- It'll be like our improvised shit Christmas decorations "

Harry laughed " it would be- besides I like it the imperfect way- what matters is that we did it together- well you more than me, you just stood here eating chocolate " he strolled

" hey" Draco sang " I did help you- I didn't try to tackle you down the stairs despite my very very high desires to have you in your grey sweats "

Harry shook his head blushing. Draco still had that affect on him, even after two years but then it wasn't something he ever really complained about, he rather enjoyed it, especially when Draco him blush.

" Can you do the fire place for me ?" Harry asked unwrapping his arms from around Draco's.

" me ? Seriously- I'm not good at it " Draco complained.

" perfect then- we're going the bad way so It works perfectly well " Harry shrugged and 20 minutes later when he came back to check the fire place decoration he knew he was right to think that Draco had a talent of making anything look beautiful.

" thought you'd do it the bad way " Harry teased taking one chocolate out of the box and eating it.

" I did it the bad way first but then if someone comes over and asks who did the bad decorations it'll be easier to blame you- so- you're going down Harry Potter " Draco ended the sentence with a heavy challenging voice which only made Harry laugh harder than he thought possible.

" Baby trust me- that voice sounded like a 5 year old tried to do the monster voice " Harry said between laughs.

Draco rolled his eyes " one day you're gonna regret making fun of that voice- be ready to be scared one of these nights "

" then I'll be sure to sleep with my safety pillow" he still didn't stop laughing and at some point even though Draco tried to be mad he couldn't be so he ended up laughing at himself. But that was them, in their imperfect love bubble and it wasn't so bad after all.

At the end of the day when they had finished decorating the House with lights, garlands and few more tensils they had managed to make their apartment look perfect in their own way which they stored away in a small Polaroid and set it over the fire place.

The apartment had seen many holidays but this, it was the best Holidays that ever happened because after all Christmas isn't about the perfect tree or the perfect decorations or the perfect parties, sometimes it's just about having a few people over and making the best of Memories to carry on in the future.

@hpdestress

Day 2 - Man in the Sketch

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Today marks the first day of the HP de-stress December i’ve decided to do. I’ll try to be as regular as possible even if I have to push things aside. I know how things had been lately ( busy ) but because I'm back to feeling slightly motivated. So Here’s to a christmasy December and Great holiday season.