Sunset And Pizza

Sunset and Pizza

Day 18- Hogsmeade @hpdestress

Harry buried them under the invisible cloak again, Huffing under his breath.

" when I said we should go on a date in Hogsmeade this is definitely not what I meant " Draco grumbled under his breath but close enough for Harry to listen.

" Oh would you like me to take the veil off and walk off like a bride " Harry sarcastically responded.

Draco almost wanted to laugh but he didn't "well these are the results of you face planting in your broom, not anywhere else but over it "

" How was I supposed to know that Someone would be out in the fucking cold at midnight in the quidditch field watching me. I thought it was only you and me " Harry rolled his eyes and took a a sharp turn avoiding everyone else.

" Well Darling of course you have creepy stalkers following you every hour of everyday. You're Harry Potter, the boy who apparently doesn't die " Draco controlled his laughter again but a look from Harry and he was biting his palm to not release any sound.

" You think you're so funny- Well guess what my dear love, you're not " Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and walked ahead again.

After a while of Draco cracking jokes up, he fell silent and just followed Harry as they walked deeper into Hogsmeade and towards the cliff apparently only Harry knew how to get to.

" How far is it ?" Draco groaned

" well if you weren't walking like a baby and making jokes about me half the trip we would've already been there " Harry replied distantly

" What did I tell you about your sarcasm- sometimes it hurts " Draco pouted.

Harry almost took him seriously but looking at his fake pout he rolled his eyes again " Says the one who's existence runs on being mean "

Draco scoffed, mumbling something under his breath which Harry chose to ignore and finally he was able to lift off the invisibility cloak when they reached a safer radar out of people's sight.

" We there yet ?" Draco asked again.

Harry took 5 more steps and announced " we're here "

Draco followed behind him and finally reached a small tent Harry had assumably set up before they came here with fairy lights dangling inside and a box of Pizza which Draco have grown into loving and blankets to keep themselves warm.

Draco intertwined their fingers tighter and went into the small tent, sat down along with Harry facing Hogsmeade from atop.

" I never knew Hogsmeade looked this beautiful from upside. Christmas makes it look even more beautiful " Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back at him and cast a small heating spell over the pizza and agreed " I discovered this place back in 4 year when nobody wanted to believe that I didn't put my name in that stupid fire. It bought me peace "

" Yeah- I remember envying you until the damned red eyes snake lived under my roof and basically played oujia board with his actual snake "

Harry laughed out loud, shaking his head " Do you even know what an oujia board is ?"

" Who cares- it's not like he was doing a kitty party with the death eaters dressed up in pink dresses " Draco joked, smiling himself.

Harry chuckled " He could've matched his pink with Umbridge "

Draco chuckled then after while of simply smiling at Harry, he said " Thank you for this"

" Don't mention- Pizza ?"

They sat there eating Pizza in the cold with the heating spell bringing them warmth and small jokes that they cackled with each other and enjoyed watching the hustling of the students down there. It was weird in its own how they landed up together and a story for other day, but even if they were pretty much the worst boyfriends the history had ever known, they were still pretty perfect for eachother and that was the most they could ever ask for. So what if instead of sugar coating and sweet talking they made of fun of each other and embarrassed them, so what if they didn't have the perfect first date, or what if they still get weird around each other, the most that mattered was this moment, that thing's that made the moment possible and this was possibly the best they could ever have.

Draco finally rested his head against Harry's shoulder as the sun had started settling and the students had started departing back to Hogwarts " This is pretty perfect isn't it ?"

" pretty or perfect ?" Harry countered

" No Harry- pretty perfect- it's a phrase-"

" how can it-"

" Nevermind I tried-" Draco groaned.

Harry laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, wrapping his arms closer to Draco's body " This is pretty perfect"

Draco smiled and nuzzled his face into Harry's neck.

It was pretty perfect, being with the best version of perfect they could ask for and the Beautiful sunset, yeah it was pretty perfect.

Day 17 - Lavender || Day 19- sweetest memories

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

MASTERLIST

The Butterfly Effect 

- Part 5 

Harry relaxed back in his chair, his finger playing the forward button then replay button over and over again trying to find a clue, any clue but it was all just a video, nothing more. The videos played on loop on the projector, questions after questions being asked and none met with an actual answer. It frustrated him, this entire case did but he was waiting for that one calling that hadn’t made it to him yet. He knew there was something to the case that he was missing or something that was kept concealed but days after trying to find out, he had reached nowhere, a dead end if he must say so. 

So he replayed the video like he had done several times, this time focusing on Draco’s facial expression and somewhere along the way pitying him for the horrid condition he must be in. Azkaban wasn’t people’s favorite place to be in and he was there for a crime Harry was convinced he didn’t commit. 

“ Killers don’t always use weapon, murder isn’t always murder and death isn’t always met. I did not kill Ben Codsworth, someone did and that’s not me ”

He stopped the video right at that second, feeling too exhausted to go on, just looking at the shade of pale screen and his expressions that looked defeated, like he lost at something, maybe convincing that he was infact innocent, shame Harry didn’t know, yet.  

“ What am I not able to find?” Harry whispered in the air then picked up the file and stared at Draco’s face. Looking between the Draco on the screen and on the file seemed like two entirely different people, different yet alike at all time. It was weird how the same person could look so different in such a small span of time, it felt so unreal but it was more real than everything had ever been. It was weird to think of how Draco might’ve possibly thought that he was going to be there only for a short span of time, a couple of days until he would’ve been found innocent like it should’ve gone but little had he seen this coming, little would he had thought about wasting his youth in prison and above that everyone being convinced that he was the murderer, it was like the world was convinced he was a murderer and nobody wanted to hear his story but Harry. It was like living in a tin box, with the same grey painted walls everywhere with the opaqueness of the world convincing that there was no world outside those 4 walls, outside that cruelty.  

Harry stared at the screen for a long time, then picture of Draco in his hand wondering what move should be his next, who to go to, who to believe until he heard the door knob twisting and he immediately unplugged the projector and hastily put the picture in a file. 

“ Harry “ the door opened and in the shadow cast Ginny’s silhouette.

“ yeah ?” Harry asked putting his case stuff away. 

“ Dinner ?” She asked 

“ i’ll be right out “ Harry answered. Ginny nodded and left. He cleared up the mess he made, putting the videos back in the bag along with the files and just as he was about to walk out, he had a good look of the room, his thoughts still running in wonderment. 

Within a few minutes he was at the table and listening to Ginny and filling her in about the new case he received at the same time yet keeping the name confidential. 

“ Seems like some case” Ginny commented 

“ Yeah- I constantly feel like there’s something i’m not seeing. There are just too many loopholes” Harry explained 

“ Of course there are, if how you’re saying this person didn’t kill him, then somebody else did who definitely had a problem with the person who’s in prison, its like he’s being framed” Ginny stated “ Wow- this fish isn’t as boneless as it was supposed to be “ she added but all Harry thought of how Draco could possibly be framed, who would do it?

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Harry was running out of people to reach out to, anyone he possibly could’ve thought of was either dead, disappeared, had lost touch, or currently low in existence as he would like to put it. He was entirely frustrated as he walked into his office and was met with John sitting over his chair. Good thinking of Harry to put the question pin board away last night. 

“ Hello, Harry “ John greeted. Even the small hello seemed to have caused a bubble of blood to rise inside of him. 

“ Hello, John. I think you might be invading my personal space- well office that is” Harry raised his eyebrows as he set his bag he bought over the table and walked behind to sit in his chair. 

The audacity John had to keep his legs over Harry’s table but then again John wasn’t the best guy. 

“ My office Harry- I gave you this office if you can recall- but- I can understand. I’m only here to know your progress on the case, don’t you think that perhaps the case have been dragged on for a little longer than you normally do it, say a week or two more than you would have normally finished the case in ?” John asked with his tone laced with challenge and suspicion. 

Harry huffed then leaned forward over the table, pouring a glass of water for himself “ I would say you are not wrong. The case have been dragged on for longer than usual- almost a week over than i’d normally do it but you see the case isn’t as simple as I thought it was. I have to make sure that there is absolutely nothing which could be questioned later in any inquiry. I want to make sure that Draco Malfoy stays put in there and for that I need to do an intensive study over the files and people who might think he’s innocent “ Harry wished that a door to hell would open up underneath his chair and drag him downright because right now he hated himself more than he hated John for what he said and how he said with a smirk plastered over his face. 

John looked at Harry impressively “ Well- I did not expect you to get so involved but I like your spirit- its as I’d like to put it very impressive. Finally thinking like a true auror “ He got up from the chair and was ready to leave, Harry himself being thankful for that but in the last moment John turned around and looked at Harry in a way he couldn’t himself explain, it was some sort of an unambiguous look that seemed as if John was looking through him and into his soul. Harry didn’t like that look, it left him mildly disturbed. 

And he left the office. Harry soon locked it after him and took out the question board from beneath his table and pinned another post. 

“ Pansy Parkinson? ” 

“ Narcissa Malfoy ?” 

And added a few more question marks after John’s name. 

Thinking upon the conversation he had with Theodore a couple of days ago, Harry couldn’t help but note down everything he could remember from the conversation on a piece of paper and stuck it to the pinboard as well. 

“ The botanist farm “ Harry frowned. How come it was never mentioned before that the botanist farm where Ben worked even existed? That led him to Ben’s investigatory file and doing his background search but reading lines over lines he realised it wasn’t mentioned anywhere when Ben was away for almost an year to the Botanist farm to study. Maybe it could be a start but Harry was afraid that going to find out about that Botanist farm would again be a dead end and if not more so a useless one, what possibly could he even get from there ? Or was it even really connected to the case as such which led him to another thing as why didn’t that come up in any inquiries with Draco about Ben’s disappearance especially about the farm for a while even though it was clear that Draco knew Ben the best. 

Harry was still reading through file hastily when suddenly his eyes laid upon the word Marital status, which was scratched several times then left blank. Harry picked up that piece of paper and put it before the table lamp trying to find the words beneath the ink. He bought his specks closer to his eyes, squinting and underneath the scraping was just one to two letter he could see at the end “ an ” and after that was another scratch. Clearly someone didn’t want anyone to know Ben’s marital status. Harry noted it down and left it over the table to later figure out what it was while he tried running around the office library to find a file on Pansy Parkinson, if that even existed. Apparently not and the reason was clear, despite being a hefty supporter of Voldemort during the second war, she was never really put behind bars and only the people who were put behind bars in Azkaban were the ones who had a file and since Pansy was only presented in the court for a short while and found guilty she was free. If Harry really thinks upon it he can recall sitting in the winzegamot while Pansy’s hearing was in process, she was very nervous and she kept bouncing her leg up and down whilst she was sitting on the chair. It was probably the first time he had ever even seen her that nervous but when your life changing sentence is a minute away, you would be scared. He can’t remember what happened next, perhaps he never really could paid attention or he was sent out of there for something and only returned during the final statement hour, the rest was just a fast blur. 

“ Harry-” Someone called from behind him and he turned around to notice the fellow he works with but had hardly ever been keen enough to remember his name. Harry assumed it started with a M. 

“ How are you doing ?” he asked. Harry smiled at him, answering his question vaguely. 

“ Been noticing you coming here a lot “ He smiled. 

“ Working on some cold sort of case- unfortunately the evidences are very less-” 

“ You’re looking here for evidence’s? Thought you’d know better than trying find them here, its a complete waste- John keeps the actual evidences- Why don’t you ask him ?” He asked frowning. 

“ Can’t ” Harry muttered to himself then gave him a fake smile “ I’ll try that, Thanks” 

And Harry left after that, going back to his office and waiting for the the hole of hell to open up under his chair. 

He was again running in his nuisance of unavailable hints, even thinking of giving up the case but the innocence in Draco’s face called him towards himself. Harry thought of it all and at the end he realised that he was afraid of knowing why he wanted to free Draco. He thought earlier that maybe it was all for a cause, or a sense to prove that innocent people are put into Azkaban without consent but now maybe it was more than that, maybe it always had been, he still doesn’t know why he was so attached to the case, all he knew that this wasn’t just any framed up case, it was so much more than that but if Harry was sure of one thing was that Draco could not have been a murderer.

The annoying clock on his table ticked louder than his thoughts he decided he needed at least something, he couldn’t waste his days away. If he needed to solve the case he needed to know everything about Draco’s life, his past life, his life in general away from school, his family, his relationship with Ben, he needed to know everything to find answers.

And so despite low chances, he was stirring in the pensieve every memory he ever held of Draco. Memories after memories transformed from one to another, some foul and unpleasant to some completely unnecessary but it was enough to prove that Harry knew absolutely nothing of Draco, absolutely nothing. He doesn’t want to blame his own self but it was true that he never really gave himself a chance to take the veil of mask off Draco’s face and look behind it. All the memories he had of Draco from 6th year now were more than just memories, his face was always a cry for help and it was unfathomable how Harry looked past all that and tried to look for suspicious things. He wonders what would have happened if he had ever gave him a chance to prove himself or What would had happened if for once he would had risen from more than just himself and trying to make plans to defeat Voldemort and had lurked a thought over Draco, what would’ve happened ?

Harry was on the last of the memories, the one from the day Dumbledore was on the porch after they had came back to the astronomy tower and Draco was standing with his wand pointed at Dumbledore. Harry walked nearer to Draco and looked at the helplessness in his face, the cry in his eyes, the tremor of his lips. He was hopeless, helpless and broken even back then, more then than ever. He was too young for someone to know what pain was but looking at Draco in his memory with his wand held in his trembling hands Harry felt pity and a strange whim of sadness. He stood right before Draco as he cried to Dumbledore and looked through his eyes but they were dim, closed down, shut off from him because Harry never really had tried to look beyond it but even then he knew it, he knew that he could be anything but a murderer.  

“ you couldn’t had done it ” Harry whispered and pulled out of the memory. He pushed the pensieve away a little and let out a long harsh breath. It had been too overwhelming to watch all the memories more than he could’ve thought of. It had left him estranged and guilty of a lot of things but they were just kids weren’t they. Kids who made too many mistakes and had came too far to apologize for them. 

Harry startled as soon as the door opened behind him and then shut off by whoever entered. He turned around and noticed Ron had came in and was watching his question pin board he had created.

“ You’re still here- thought you would’ve packed your stuff away” Ron commented 

Harry frowned looking at the ticking clock on his table “ Its just 4″ 

“ Yeah but the dinner is at 6 “ Ron shook his head making a point. 

“ What dinner ?” Harry asked confused. 

“ Dinner, At my place. Remember Hermione is hosting our usual dinners- something for the wedding to be discussed. Seriously how did you forget, I just told you yesterday while leaving work” Ron frowned. 

It struck him then, yesterday while leaving work Ron had said something about the dinner but his mind was making plans to cross by the bakery to check Boyce was there, he wasn’t. 

“ Yeah- must’ve slipped my mind- I’ll pack “ Harry retaliated. 

Ron sighed then opened the door to walk out of the door “ I’ll see you at dinner then- oh and try not to bring up the case in between with Hermione” 

Harry nodded and Ron left. 

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In Harry’s opinion the dinner was going pleasantly but in everyone else’s opinion, the dinner was everything but fine. The entire dinner Harry kept playing with his fork more than listening and when called out over it, he responded with ‘he’s not that hungry’ and it wasn’t even just that, when he was asked about the wedding preparations he was only half a mind present there and ended up being silent which for the sake Ron answered. Harry was very disturbed, dreaming in his own world, he didn’t like it but he was always thinking of ways to pin any clue or a hint in his head for the case and currently in dinner he was thinking of any memories he might’ve missed about Draco while watching the memories in pensieve but he couldn’t pin any memory he might’ve forgotten. 

But lost in his world, Ron finally lost his mind and dragged Harry into the balcony. 

“ What is up with you ?” Ron almost yelled. 

“ What ?” Harry questioned back confused.

“ You know what “ Ron replied crossing his arms in his front. 

“ Nothing is up Ron, I’m good” Harry shook his head for emphasis. 

“ You’re far from good Harry, don’t you see you’re losing your mind over that guy who for all you might actually be the murderer and I know you have faith in him and you believe he’s innocent and everything and he might be but Harry you have a wedding coming up, you have your friends and family here and you are being ignorant of them. I don’t know why this case is so important to you or if this have anything to do with your life or people or if its even just about justice but what you’re doing here and everywhere else except your office isn’t valid. You can’t ignore us, your fiance, the rest of the world for that one guy” Ron scolded. With the way he scolded him off Harry knew that it must’ve been something serious or he must’ve done something very wrong, he might even be entirely wrong for all he knew but if there was anything Harry knew about Ron was that if he was yelling at him or if he was calling Harry out on his shit then he had definitely not been a good friend.  

Harry sighed then nodded “ I- I am sorry, I didn’t realize I was being such a terrible friend-” 

“ Its not about being a terrible friend- it- its just that you’ve been so lost and all of us wish that you were just a little bit present” Ron admitted. 

Harry looked at Ron apologetically “I know- I wish I knew why this meant so much to me but I don’t and I know you think I do but I don’t- You know what- you are right, I’ve been very inconsiderate about everything even you guys and you people who mean the world to me- I’ll make it upto you all I promise I will, starting right now. I’ll run down and i’ll bring us guys some good cake and we’ll celebrate, alright” 

Ron huffed then nodded “ Do you want me to go along with you ?” 

“ I’ll be fine “ Harry replied patting his back and left the flat to run down to the nearest bakery but unfortunately the nearest bakery was closed, so was the other, then the other and the next one until he decided to go to Boyce’s bakery at his last resort which was fortunately open and about to be closed. He ran through the door, reaching for air and made it to the counter with little breath running into his system. 

“ I need- “ 

“ You again- Let me stop you- I know why you’re here, I knew it all along but its- it just didn’t make sense but nobody comes as often as you do and I can see you clearly have a reason with all your absurd questions ” Boyce cut him off. 

“ Oh? “ Harry asked in a single syllable. 

“ I know you who you need"  

“ Its Pansy, isn’t it ?” 

PART 1 TO 4 

I’m so so so incredibly sorry for anyone who was actually waiting for this update but a lot of factors contributed to this very specific late update and also as noticed I’ve started december fluff fest, I’ve barely been able to juggle with writing that, updating and my own life as well. 

I’d also apologize for this one being a shitty chapter, I barely had any motivation and headspace to think through it, clearly I do now. Again, Incredibly sorry. I’ll try to update sooner this time. Much Love. 

MASTERLIST/ REQUESTS OPEN 

5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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Our Perfect

Outside, in the soft silence of the night, snow, silver and dark, falls down. It covers the roads and the houses on the street. It's an acute reminder of Christmas. The house are adorned with the most beautiful lights.

"I refuse to decorate the tree."

Harry releases a soft sigh while he casts a glance at the tree. He cannot believe that he is in the middle of an argument over the decoration of the said tree but he was well-aware of what he had signed up for when the two of them had become a couple, "But Draco, it's our first Christmas together, can you pretend to be somewhat excited about it? It's not that difficult."

"Harry, I am excited about it but I'm not the decoration enthusiast that you are because when it's Christmas, I prefer to be in front of a fireplace with hot cocoa and a book. Now that I'm with you, we can read together and you did promise me cuddles."

Now, that prospect did tempt him but Draco is deceptive when he wants to be and he refuses to have his own way. Not when he has a tree to decorate. Besides, it had been Draco's idea to host a Christmas feast for their friends. It was his fault. Now, Harry wants a pretty tree, "I have a counter offer- if you decorate the tree with me, I promise more cuddles than I did yesterday."

"You're cruel."

"Oh, I promise to read to you too and that sweater you've stolen from me, it's yours." Harry places a small kiss on the tip of Draco's nose and it turns into a soft shade of crimson, "Now can we decorate our tree and not procrastinate for once, sunshine?"

"Only for the sweater."

Harry places a hand over his chest in mock-offence, "Only for the sweater but not for more cuddles near the fireplace while I read to you?"

"No, not for that."

"So, you won't mind if I revoke that promise?"

Draco places a record into the player. The lever rises and hovers over the record while the sounds of 'Promises to keep' starts to float around the room.

Draco laces their fingers together, twirls him around once. A soft warmth and tenderness courses through him. He draws Harry close and whispers, "A promise is a promise, love."

No wonder he had chosen that song.

"Yeah so, don't distract me with a dance on our favorite Christmas song and decorate the tree with me."

"You're such a spoil sport."

He takes out some lights from their box to put them around the tree. He decides to do it himself for now because it might take a while for Draco to be enthusiastic about this decoration process. It's best not to trouble him more because he is a bitch to you when you pester him, "No, I'm a delight."

"You're not and by the way, I'll decorate the tree with you if I can put the star on top."

The corners of his mouth curve into a small, delicate smile, "Oh yeah, you can, love."

Draco's eyes light up in the most beautiful way and his heart clenches in his chest because of that, "Good, now what do I have to do? I don't have the faintest idea."

Harry waves his hand in a vague motion while he places the lights over the tree in layers, "Oh, do whatever you want to, it doesn't have to be a perfect Christmas tree."

"No organization whatsoever?"

"No, none."

Draco sorts through the ornaments in the box on the coffee table, "Now, that should be interesting, I'll start with the icicle ones."

"Sounds brilliant."

"Harry, be careful with the lights, you'll trip."

Harry looks down and notices that the lights have begun to tangle and somehow wrap around his legs, "You're such a lifesaver."

"I swear, if your break your nose one more time, I won't patch you up and you might lose your front teeth too, if you aren't careful."

"But you will love me if I didn't have two front teeth, yeah?"

Draco arches his brows in skepticism, "Don't be ridiculous, I won't."

"Rude, I would love you if you lost your perfect front teeth."

"I'm honored, but that isn't mutual."

Harry begun to untangle himself out of the lights but it was a difficult task and Draco was of no assistance whatsoever because he had chosen to cheer him on whilst decorating the tree, "Good luck, sweetheart - I hope you don't fall and break your nose."

"Won't you catch me if I fall?"

"I won't, so save your gorgeous face yourself."

Now, that was an insult. But it's Draco, it doesn't matter. He hears fifteen insults in a day. Most of them aren't insults but backhanded compliments. It takes a practice and one hundred fifty four insults to learn the difference between the two.

"Gorgeous face?"

Draco throws a silver bauble towards him which hits him right in his head. Good aim. But it doesn't hurt. "You're the worst."

"No, I'm the best."

"In your dreams, Harry."

He manages to untangle himself out of the lights (points for that) and starts to place it in the similar way, but he is more cautious now because he doesn't want to trip, "Whatever."

Once he is done with the lights, he takes out his wand and flicks it at the tree. The lights separate into a hundred of small ones and fall among the branches. Sure, it defies the laws of physics but it's magic and now that translates to a polite 'fuck you' to science.

It casts a warm, colorful luminescence over the room. It's beautiful but it wasn't done yet.

But with the music, with Draco, it's somehow better. Because a banter ensues once or twice and the two of them dance to the Christmas love songs. It's close to perfect.

Once most of the decoration is done, Draco flicks his own wand at the tree in a graceful motion (show off) and snow falls over the branches and small snowflakes hover near the tip of the branches.

"Draco, the star on the top, if you will."

He sorts through the box of the tree toppers too. Now the process might take an hour or seconds. But it's because Draco insists on several options.

It's best not to interfere here.

Not with clothes or the type of shampoo and bath bubbles or in this case, a tree topper.

Draco settles for a five-pointed star with intricate patterns on it and places it on top of the tree. Harry curls his hand around Draco's waist and pulls him closer. Draco buries his head into his shoulder. The soft material of the maroon sweater rubs against his own skin and it makes him feel much more lighthearted than he is, "Now it's perfect."

"Perfection is a social construct."

Harry receives a beautiful, cold stare from Draco. He raises his hands in surrender with a faint, amused smile, "Your words not mine."

"Yeah, but it's perfect to you, to me - because we define it to be so. It's our perfect."

Our perfect.

"So, we define our own perfect?"

Draco lifts his head from his shoulder with a small nod, "You and me, for instance. Others believe that we don't fit, that we're not perfect together. But to me, to you - we are perfect. No one can convince us otherwise because we've defined our own perfect."

"So profound," Harry places yet another kiss on the tip of his nose and it turns into that soft shade of red once more, "Now that the decorations are done, I recall that I promised to read to you and more cuddles."

Draco's eyes light up like a thousand fireflies and a smile crosses his lips, "Yeah, that."

It's the perfect way to spend the night before Christmas- with Draco, near the fireplace and a new romance novel.

It's their perfect.

Over the kitchen top

Day 15- snowed in/snowstorm @hpdestress

Stuck.

That is what they were as Draco would like to describe their current situation. They were having a perfectly fine evening, had a fun made out session over the couch ignoring their work, took it to bed like the good friends with benefits they were until it got ruined by Harry claim of having a date the next night and he assumed that Draco would have been fine with it, he wasn't, which led to a fight, then another fight and to make matters worse, a snow storm hit right when Draco wanted to leave, so there he was now, Stuck with Harry.

Draco grunted as he collapsed back on the sofa after having paced back and forth after completing his work.

Harry, like he should have, rolled his eyes at the complete unnecessary noises he was making.

" What you got a problem with that too ?" Draco taunted

Harry grumbled something under his breath then left the room.

" Yeah, Leave" Draco bellowed after him then relaxed back with a sigh.

He checked the watch once again after having checked it 15 minutes before and groaned again after realizing that it had only been 15 minutes. He tried reading theories to find solutions and mixtures to cure the effect of the new potion he worked on but 20 minutes later, it still didn't work. It in fact only made matters worse when he realised that there could even be more than 1 side effect to that potion. Bored out of his mind he even tried reading from the defense against the dark arts books Harry had kept on his shelf but as he'd like to put, wasn't as interesting as he thought them to be, in fact he even gave try to a muggle book he found on the shelf but several minutes later he kept it back on the shelf, wasn't interesting either. At this point he was even wondering where Harry had gone to, he was somewhere in the flat obviously but he was silent as a dead bird that it almost ran opposite to Draco's interest to find out what Harry was upto.

It wasn't like Draco didn't like being at Harry's place, it was that, after a fight with Harry, he'd much rather prefer being at his own but the menace of Harry Potter he is, he ran out of floo powder and had been procrastinating ordering some new one and for several reasons that made and didn't made any sense held him back to the place, one of them being ill effects of apparating. And there was also too little things left for Draco to do after he had already reorganized his shelf 3 times, one- chronologically, two- by size, and three- by width; and apparently even after interchanging the covers of cushions, finding lost items from underneath the sofa, reorganizing the TV stand, setting his shoe rack right and aligning the pictures in the hallway by size and order. There was nothing more left to do and even then it had only been 3 hours, still too much to go and the snow storm wasn't stopping either. Sighing Draco cuddled back into himself, hoping some sleep would come along. It didn't.

He groaned with the emphasis of his hand and face planted into the cushion and when he finally raised his head, he immediately startled upon seeing Harry standing by the sofa.

" Give a warning next time" Draco grumbled.

Harry nonchalantly walked away " If you have so much problem why don't you just disapparate away or go back in the cold?"

" Because- Splinching. Its dangerous disapparating in such a cold weather and especially in a snowstorm-"

" Oh is that so- or is it just another one of your excuses" Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco as he turned to face him.

Draco gasped enclosing some distance between them " What is that supposed to mean"

" Oh you know, just another one of your excuses that make up no sense and end up pissing off other people " Harry hinted.

Draco looked seriously offended and more so he didn't even have a reply to this " I don't know what I did or what I didn't but you don't deserve to be mad at me or say anything like that to me"

" oh- i'm sorry " Harry fake apologized then turned around rolling his eyes, not for long since Draco turned him around like a whiplash by his wrist.

" What is your problem?"

" You- You are my problem. I was so happy to finally go on a date with someone who doesn't want to just sleep with me but you had to ruin it with your irresistible need to find nooks in everyone and absolutely useless reasons to fight with me over why I shouldn't go on a date. You're just jealous that I got a date while you've been single for over an year now" Harry snapped.

He hadn't meant to be so harsh but he had ended up being this harsh and he regretted it but he knew he wouldn't take back a word because this haven't happened for the first time. Lately Draco had been ruining most of his plans, running into him on the very few dates he even get and tagging along with Harry almost everywhere which makes it seem like they're a couple which Harry is tired of.

Draco chewed the inside of his cheeks, looking hurt then stepped away " I'll leave as soon as the snowstorm comes even a little bit at rest and if it doesn't by the rest of the night i'll walk home" and he went back to the sofa and picked up his pages and started re-reading everything. Harry almost felt pity for yelling at him that way, he shouldn't have but he wanted Draco to stop ruining his plans with everyone he tries to go out with.

However when later hours stroke and the snow storm still didn't come to a rest and Draco having already been able to re-read his potion work and determining what was wrong with his potion, he felt hungry, very that is and went into the kitchen in hopes to find something to eat. And he found, Harry.

Draco sighed and was about to return back but didn't when his stomach grumbled loudly, " I need something to eat"

Harry moved out of the way, a bowl of noodles resting on the counter which with much reluctance he went and picked it up to eat. They ate in silence for as long as they knew until Harry was keeping his bowl in the sink to wash later and ready to leave when Draco interjected keeping his own bowl on the counter.

" Wait"

Harry hummed turning around to face Draco.

" I- I am really sorry- for filling your head and trying to ruin your plans, I- just- I don't want you to- " He paused briefly and looked at Harry's face then retracted his words " Actually never mind- I'm just sorry, I won't do that again"

" You don't want me to what ?" Harry asked blocking Draco's way out of the kitchen.

" Nothing, It doesn't matter " Draco mumbled trying to move Harry's hand away to go to the other side but he didn't budge, even a little bit.

" You don't want me to what ?" Harry asked. Draco shook his head still trying to move Harry's hand but both being stubborn, Harry kept on asking the same question while Draco constantly refusing to answer it until Harry had enough and cornered Draco between the counter and him and forced him to speak.

" You don't want me to what Draco ?" He asked, this time his voice more denser than it had been.

Draco gulped shaking his head but it was of no use. His heart was racing rapidly in his chest and no voice even formulated in his throat and all he could focus was the emerald eyes that were gazing right into his own grey ones.

" Tell me Draco " Harry asked again.

Draco wanted to deny but not even his head shook anymore. Being cornered by Harry was his teenage dream come true but he never thought what after that situation and apparently right now with the sexiest man he knew standing in front of him, his hands resting on the either side of his body and his face entirely too close to Draco's own that he couldn't think of anything, at least the ideas which didn't involve wrapping his legs around Harry's waist and running his hand in his hair and one hand running down his torso-

" Draco ?"

Draco gulped then tried to look behind him then his eyes and failing to keep his attention away from Harry's eyes, he closed them and let his heart pour out the truth, there wasn't anything left to say.

" I sort of- lately- have- been having- well some- feelings- romantic feelings for you and I don't want toh to go on that date or any " and he finally opened his eyes to an expressionless face and he waited for Harry to reply something, anything but he didn't, he hadn't spoken anything in several minutes and Draco was losing his sanity.

" Never mind- forget I said anyt-nmph" And with that he felt a strong hold on the side of his waist and soft lips pressed over his own. They normally didn't kiss, despite being Friends with benefits but kissing Harry was like day lights being strung out of his own body or the fireworks bursting inside his own and the warmth that spread over his body as Harry's hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer than they had been leaving a nice tingling and totally arousing feeling to bloom inside his own self. He enjoyed it, every second of it.

And it came to a halt when Harry separated away to look into his eyes " Took you long enough "

" What ? You knew ?" Draco was surprised.

" Do you really think you were discreet about any of it? Please even Teddy hides things better and he's only 6" Harry pointed.

Draco hummed, agreeing, nodding " So what now ?"

" So what ? Nothing. I take you out tomorrow, spoil you, then come back here and watch a movie with you then maybe, just maybe ask you to spend christmas with me ?"

Draco smiled then nodded " I like the sound of it"

Harry smiled back and kissed his cheeks " Allow me to be a gentleman"

Draco giggled, dropping his head over Harry's shoulder " Its good to finally be able to kiss you"

" Yeah- I really had to constraint myself from it" Harry mumbled and Draco chuckled finding it humorous.

" Shall we do it again if its good ?" Harry asked smirking.

Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry then laughed it off and kissed him and this time, he took it far to make Harry an ungentle man.

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