Harry When He Reads Drarry 100k+ Words, All Smut, Enemies To Lovers Trope With Sexual Tension And Years

Harry when he reads Drarry 100k+ words, all smut, enemies to lovers trope with sexual tension and years of pining :

Draco:

@drarrywords 🥺🥺 you're gonna exist in my letters to my children.

I love talking to you bubs 🦋💜

yearning for an “i want to stay up just to talk to you” kind of love

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Dialogue prompt 13- “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed” || Fluff || 8th year fic || Friend's to Lover.

The sound of the train settled down as the students got off the train and went over to retrieve the bags. It had been a delightful winter holidays for everyone but now it was nothing more than learning defense against the dark arts in the courtyard full of people. 

Harry like the rest had been picking up his bag when his shoulder bag slipped off his back and he was leaning down to pick it up when Draco helped him up.

“Thanks.” Harry smiled taking his bag from Draco. 

Draco smiled back equally politely, “Good holidays?” 

“Yeah, you?” 

And they walked back into the castle talking about what happened over their holidays while their friends walked behind them with a knowing smile. 

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“I’m going down to the library, you coming?” Harry asked as he put his books in his shoulder bag and slinging across. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night.” Ron told him and Harry nodded and left the place. 

He was looking for a place to sit down somewhere in the far end, away from the people with a stack of books in his hand, when he saw Draco sitting alone. 

“Can I join?” 

Draco looked up from his paper and nodded, making space for Harry. 

“Alone?”

“Pansy didn’t want to come along. She said she was too tired from the lessons and I’m a little behind.” Draco told him. 

Harry nodded in agreement, settling down in front of him, “Things have been a little too much recently,” 

“Right? I thought I was the only one but its been hard keeping up with Ms. Plunett’s class.” 

“Oh, who are you kidding, you’re the head boy, you’re almost always at the front,” 

“Yeah, right, like you aren’t her favorite already. I can bet, even if you face plant in your paper, she would give you a full score.” Draco rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing. 

Harry chuckled, nodding along, “Lets hope i’m just her favorite student and nothing more, if you know what I mean.” 

Draco raised his eyebrows and pushed his quill a little to the side, “Oh please enlighten me with what do you mean?” 

“Oh come on, you’re doing it purposely. You know what I mean.” Harry said with an obvious roll of his eyes. 

Draco teased him further, “I don’t. Please, I’m dying to know what you meant?” 

Harry laughed lightly, shaking his head. 

“Oh please, I really want to know how Ms. Plunett just gets lost in your green eyes and your beautiful smile, or how you talk.” Draco started laughing by the end along with Harry. 

“She does not think that, I’m sure of that.” Harry replied trying to control his laugh. 

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure she doesn’t. I’m pretty sure she’s always doodling in her notebook the plans to get you into one of the broom closets-”  

“Draco!” Harry exclaimed, throwing an unused quill at Draco who could not stop laughing at all. 

“Just do your work.” Harry tried saying sternly but he was trying to hide his smile.

“Oh- I better get to work. After all she doesn’t have a crush on everyone-” 

“Draco!” 

And then they finally did get down to work, knowing they had plenty unfinished assignments and a lot to look forward to this week. They were so comfortable working alongside each other that they didn’t even realise that it was past midnight and their dorm curfew was 11:30.

“What trouble would you get into? You can make up a lie, like you were on a round.” Harry suggested walking out of the library along with Draco. 

“Right and how does it sound if I say, Headboy does rounds only on Friday?” Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry. 

“Oh please, It’s not like its a rule-” 

“We are marked.” 

Harry huffed out loudly then pulled out the invisibility cloak from his bag, “Never tell anyone I covered for you.” 

“Oh believe me, I won’t.” 

They walked quietly towards their shared common rooms, even passed by a prefect around the corner of the corridor but managed to keep their peace. It was only when they reached Draco’s room, they pulled out from under cloak, Draco said, 

“I- just want to thank you for this and for tonight. It was fun with you.” 

“Likewise.” Harry smiled. 

He was about to turn away and walk back to his own room, when Draco stopped him,

"Hey, would you ever- you know- want to just do something?"

"Together?" Harry asked, furrowing.

"Yeah, together." Draco suggested again.

"Like you want to sort of hangout together?" Harry asked dumb folded.

Draco remained silent for a second then nodded, "Yeah like a hangout. You and me, could go to Hogsmeade."

"Sure. How about this Saturday?"

Draco nodded in agreement, "See you on Saturday then."

Harry walked away after that, slightly confused yet appeased.

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When Saturday finally came along, Harry and Draco decided to meet in front of Honeydukes in Hogsmeade.

"So, what are we going to do?" Harry asked.

Draco turned his head around and then pointed towards the cliff behind Hogsmeade, "We're gonna go there and sit down and eat our cupcakes."

"that's all?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded.

"We could've done that in the common room as well you know."

"Yeah, but then it would not have been the same, you know. There's a beautiful sunset, it's a nice view. It's a good day to be out. Besides it's better without all the students walking around."

Harry nodded after a while as if he finally got his point.

They walked towards the cliff with not so many kids around and settled down with the best view of Hogwarts and the sunset.

"It's pretty." Harry smiled.

"Told you, it's a nice day to be out." Draco smiled back.

They didn't talk for a while where they finished their cupcakes and set the empty cups aside.

Harry had leaned behind over the palm of his hands and his legs stretched forward when Draco suddenly said,

"Has anyone ever complimented your eyes?"

"Well a lot of people says that I got it from my mom but I don't think it's supposed to be a compliment." Harry shrugged.

"They're pretty though." Draco said casually with a small smile.

"I don't even know the exact shade of them."

"Well, they're sort of emerald but like there's a tinge of olive green around the corners but it's also a little blue if you carefully notice." Draco replied, leaning in a little further so he was downright staring into Harry's eyes.

Harry gazed back at Draco and then suddenly nodded, "Thank you for telling me that. That was a very detailed answer."

Draco went back to his original position, playing with the hem of his jeans.

"Have you ever seen a sunset with someone before?" Draco asked again.

Harry shook his head, "Not like this. It's nice," he smiled. "You?"

Draco shook his head, "Never found anyone to watch it with."

"Really? None of your friends ever wanted to see a sunset before?" Harry asked curiously.

"I mean- sunsets aren't supposed to be seen with friends you know,"

"Then who are they supposed to be seen with? Parents?" Harry asked.

Draco breathed in sharply and turned to Harry, "No, but like people you want to see it with. And not your friends. Like special people."

"Define special people?" Harry asked.

"The kind of people you want to specially take out and see with. You can be with your friends everyday but there are some people you're not with everyday but you want to spend more time with them." Draco tried explaining.

"Ah, so, that's like people you like from afar but you don't hangout with them much?"

Draco nodded hesitantly, "Sort of, yes."

"So you don't have that kind of special people?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head, "Not really."

"Why?"

Draco shrugged, "Can't be sure why."

Harry nodded understandably.

"Who else do you think have pretty eyes?" Harry asked.

"Uh- well there's you, then maybe- Luna I guess."

"She does have pretty eyes. I think even Pansy have pretty eyes."

"She does, yeah."

Then they went silent again and this time Draco chose to break it, again.

"You have unusually small feet."

"I do. But it's not like I'm that tall either so they're fine." Harry shrugged.

"I think you have a standard height. It's like, it's perfect."

"Why, thank you. You have a good height too." Harry smiled lightly.

"Your hands?"

"What about my hands?" Harry asked, closing in and bringing his hands towards Draco.

"They're- small too."

"They're not that small. It's only like an inch smaller than yours." Harry said.

Draco took his hands in his own and compared it, "They look cute." He chuckled.

Harry smiled again, "Thank you,again."

"You know, I noticed, you've been complimenting me too much."

"Me? No." Draco gasped.

"Really? I think you are. It's not unusual but you do it sometimes quite a lot. It's one thing I like about you." Harry said.

Draco looked at Harry for a moment then nodded, not knowing what he should've said.

The wind picked up after that, making Harry's hair blow all over his face that one last time, Draco took his chance and pushed it behind his ear while Harry watched him do it.

"Thank you. Again."

Draco shrugged and took his hands back to his sides.

"It's been nice to be out here with you." Draco said.

"Likewise. We should do this often." Harry said.

Draco smiled at Harry and nodded.

"Though, maybe we should invite someone else too." Harry suggested.

Draco reluctantly nodded, "sure yeah- I mean- yeah, it'll be great."

Harry nodded again but only for once, confusion came over him.

"You don't mind it though, do you? I mean I like us hanging out too."

"No, you're right. We should totally invite other people too." Draco nodded vigorously.

"wait- Draco-"

"Are you flirting with me?" Harry asked as realisation hit him.

Draco could've denied but he was done with how dense Harry was being, "You finally noticed." He replied with a sigh.

"All this time?"

"All this time. I've been trying to flirt with you since the begining of the year but you just don't get it. You know for someone who's supposed to be really clever, you're very very dense."

"How was I supposed to know you were flirting with me! It's not like you were making it obvious!" Harry exclaimed.

"Yeah, because you go to see sunsets with everyone and friends compliments each other's eyes. You're daft, Harry, like really daft."

"Are you still flirting with me? Because sarcasm is sort of your flirt language?"

Draco shook his head laughing, "I don't flirt with sarcasm."

"Ah- maybe you should." Harry joked.

They laughed for a while, holding onto their stomach for their dear life until it had finally dissolved and they were simply smiling at each other.

"We should do this again and I promise this time I'll know we're going on a date."

Draco fondly laughed, "I should hope you know now."

"I promise I will and you know what, I'll even catch up when you're flirting with me."

"You promise?" Draco asked, teasing.

"I promise." Harry crossed his heart.

"You have a beautiful smile." Draco complimented.

Harry gazed at him then leaned forward, "that's such a beautiful thing to say, I'm swooned-"

"Harry!" Draco whined.

But Harry tipped his head off laughing again.

"You really are daft." Draco shook his head but he still couldn't help being completely love struck by this boy who had absolutely no idea when he was flirting with him but then again, Draco would do it all over again, and again and again, because Harry was just worth it.

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For the old @drarrymicrofic prompt: Lunar. It turned out to be like 1.6k lol. I got my info about space from this website. Big thanks to my darling @written-in-ash for the beta!

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🌑New moon: The moon is between Earth and the sun, and the side of the moon facing toward us receives no direct sunlight; it is lit only by dim sunlight reflected from Earth.

He brings the bottle to his lips, grinning into the sip at something Weasley says. Leaning against the bar, he swallows and says something in return that makes Weasley laugh heartily and Granger roll her eyes.

Next to me, Pansy nudges my arm gently. "Go over and talk to him."

I shake my head. "Not now."

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🌒Waxing crescent: As the moon moves around Earth, the side we can see gradually becomes more illuminated by direct sunlight.

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"Malfoy," he says with a slight nod as he passes me in the corridor.

I choke on nothing, spinning around and watching his retreating back.

"Hi Potter," I whisper to the now empty hallway.

I kick myself the entire way back to my office.

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🌓First quarter: The moon is 90 degrees away from the sun in the sky and is half-illuminated from our point of view.

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"You're right."

I blink. "What?"

He shrugs. "You're right. We hadn't thought of that. I'll have someone from my team look into whether the suspect has a history with rare curses. Is tomorrow soon enough for us to get that to you?"

I clear my throat. "Er, yes, that would be acceptable."

He nods once. "Thanks, Malfoy."

"Sure," I say, resisting the urge to run out of his office. I'm sure I'm imagining the heat of his eyes on me as I walk away.

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🌔Waxing gibbous: The area of illumination continues to increase. More than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight.

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"Malfoy, wait up!"

I hold back a sigh and turn to face Potter, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "What is it, Potter?"

He catches up to where I'm stopped in the hallway. He grins brightly. "Want to get dinner? With me, I mean. Together."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Is this a work thing?"

He blushes. "Er, no. It's just...y'know, I'm hungry, and I assume you're hungry since you just had that apple for lunch and—"

"How do you know what I had for lunch?"

"I, um, I just noticed. Y'know us Aurors, always hyper-aware," he chuckles nervously. "So. Dinner?"

"Y-yes. Okay. Yes."

"Great, it's a date." He smiles, already walking away. "Meet at The Rose Garden at 7?"

I can only nod in response, but his wide grin is enough to tell me he saw it—and to keep me rooted to the spot for several minutes.

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🌕Full moon: The moon is 180 degrees away from the sun and is as close as it can be to being fully illuminated by the sun from our perspective.

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"Merry Christmas, Draco. We're glad you're here." Mrs. Weasley—Molly, I remind myself—hands me a soft lump wrapped in thin wrapping paper.

I tear it open, the paper coming apart easily in my hands after I undo the stubbornly knotted ribbon holding it all together. I can't help the way my lips part slightly in surprise at the soft green jumper, a 'D' stitched in silver on the front.

I look up at Molly, my throat thick with emotion when I whisper, "Thank you, Molly."

"You're welcome, dear," she smiles, reaching up to cup my cheek gently before moving to the other side of the room, muttering something about the mess of wrapping paper strewn about the rug.

I look around the room at the others, watching them exchange gifts, thank-yous, hugs, and laughter. My eyes meet Harry's and I hold his gaze as I pull on the sweater, only breaking eye contact when it goes over my head.

His eyes lock onto mine again, and I never want to let go.

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🌖Waning gibbous: More than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight, but the amount is decreasing.

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"What do you mean you're not coming, Harry? This has been planned for months!" I'm done trying to keep my tone perfectly even, indignation and disbelief tightening my chest.

Harry at least looks contrite. "I'm sorry, okay? I thought it was the weekend after."

"The invitation has been hanging on the refrigerator for months!" I huff.

Harry sighs. "I had every intention of attending Pansy's charity ball, but this is the biggest match of the season and no one expected the Cannons to make it this far. Ron would be devastated if I didn't go with him."

I grit my teeth. "And Weasley's feelings are more important than mine?"

"That's not what I said and you know it," Harry narrows his eyes. "And honestly, it won't kill us to be apart for a weekend. It's okay for us to do things separately."

I ignore the weird way that stings. "Except that Pansy has been relying on you to make an appearance to bring in more donations." I roll my eyes. "But whatever, Potter. Go to the stupid game. I suppose it's alright for you to miss this. But next time, you'll come with me, alright?"

Harry nods. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Draco." His smile is soft and hopeful, and most of my anger melts away.

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🌗Last quarter: The moon has moved another quarter of the way around Earth, to the third quarter position. The sun's light is now shining on the other half of the visible face of the moon.

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I say it without really thinking after we babysit Teddy together for an afternoon. "Other people's children are great because you can give them back at the end of the day," I chuckle, leaning back against the couch.

"You think so?" Harry smiles wistfully. "I can't wait to have kids one day."

"You want children?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can. Not now, not now notnownotnownotnow.

Harry scoffs lightly, but not unkindly. "Of course I do. Who doesn't want kids?"

"Plenty of people, I'd think."

"They're crazy," Harry shakes his head. "I'm so excited to be a father."

"Well, not all of us want to be parents, Potter," I snap. His eyes widen and jump to mine.

"You don't want kids?"

"No, I don't," I say shortly.

"Why haven't we talked about this before?" He furrows his eyebrows.

I shrug. "I don't know. It's never come up."

"But—are kids a dealbreaker for you? I mean, would you come around to it if I—if your partner wanted them?"

I release a shaky breath, looking away. "I don't know. Would you be happy being with someone who doesn't want children?"

I see him clench his jaw out of the corner of my eye. He's quiet for a little while, and I nearly startle when he breaks the silence.

"I don't know."

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🌘Waning crescent: Less than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight, and the amount is decreasing.

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His knuckles are white around the handle of the suitcase. "This is just something I have to do."

My body responds as if some emergency lever is pulled inside of me. My arms fall to my sides, my back straightens, my face is blank, my voice is emotionless. "Leave your key on the side table. I'll owl your things tomorrow."

His eyes well with tears, and something inside my mind is screaming at me to do something, to fix this, to pull the suitcase from his hand and his body into my arms.

He nods and turns around. I close my eyes so I don't have to see him leave.

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🌑New moon: Finally, the moon is back to its new moon starting position. Now, the moon is between Earth and the sun.

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I don’t watch him as he approaches me, waiting until he’s standing at my table before acknowledging him.

“Hi, Draco.” Time has been kind to him; the pictures in the Prophet don’t do him justice. But I don’t tell him that.

Instead, I say, “Potter.”

He nods at the empty chair across from me. “May I sit?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be getting home? I’m sure your kids would want to spend time with their father now that they’re home for summer hols.” I try not to sound bitter, but the wry twist of his mouth tells me I wasn’t entirely successful.

“They’re with Ginny. And they’re not kids anymore. Lily just graduated Hogwarts, and the other two are at university.” His smile is just a little bit far away, tinged with pride.

“Congratulations, Potter. You and your wife must be very proud parents.”

He gets a funny look on his face that makes me want to both punch him and wipe it off with my lips on his. “That’s all we are. Co-parents, I mean. We’ve been divorced for two years. I thought you knew?”

“I’m not one of your adoring fans, Potter. I don’t read about your life in the papers,” I roll my eyes. “I thought that’s what you liked about me,” I can’t help but say it, and I don’t care how petty it looks.

His eyes twinkle. “It’s just one of the things I like about you.”

“Do go on, Potter,” I drawl to belie the thrill that rushes through me.

He chuckles. “I will. Maybe over dinner? I’m hungry, are you?”

I squash the hope that rises before I let myself sink into it. “What are you doing, Potter?”

His face falls a little, but he looks into my eyes with a determination that still makes my heart race. He sits in the empty chair at my table, taking my hand from across the wooden surface between us.

“Starting over.”

rooneyy hi! for the love confession prompts, how about #3 ✨

Hi Nim!!! I adore this prompt, thank you so much!!! Have a little humour xx

3. “Do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you! Are you happy now?”

'So here's the question--' Draco lifted the paint colour cards so they were next to each other - one of them was meant to be more blue-toned than the other, and Harry had absolutely no clue which one that was, '--do you love either of these?'

'Um.' Harry looked at the cafe at the end of the hardware store. He was pretty sure they sold chocolate milkshakes. 'I don't have super strong feelings towards paint colours.'

'But out of all the colours--' Draco swept a hand indicating the vast array of paint shades '--there must be one that, I don't know, ignites something in you?' He looked quite hopeful and Harry was, honestly, baffled.

'Er. Why does it matter what I think? It's your living room. Don't you think Pansy would probably be better suited to--'

'No!' Draco fairly yelled, and Harry flinched. 'Sorry. But it's your opinion I want.'

'Why?'

'Because!' Draco threw his arms in the air. 'I want to know! Is that such a crime? After all, you're going to be the one looking at it when I pin you against--'

'Jesus, Draco!' Harry looked around at the other shoppers who, mercifully, seemed not to notice. 'Um, I dunno, I like the lighter one?'

'You just like it?'

Harry really, really wanted one of those milkshakes.

'I told you, I don't really love paint colours--'

'No, you seem incapable of that particular emotion,' Draco snapped, and it occurred to Harry that...this may not be about the paint colours. Or the flower arrangements Draco had dragged him to view last week. Or the antique furniture collections he'd wanted his opinion on the week before that.

'Draco,' Harry raised an eyebrow.

'--of course,' Draco continued, pointedly ignoring Harry, '--you just might be incapable of loving some paint colours, ones with chequered pasts, even though those paint colours have loved you their whole lives, and really have changed as much as paint colours are able to--'

'Are you trying to get me to say--why do I have to say it first? Why don't you say it?'

'But then of course,' Draco continued, as if he hadn't heard him, 'perhaps the past six months between you and this shade of Iced Chiffon have meant nothing more than a bit of fun--'

'Draco!' Harry grabbed his shoulders, seeming to snap Draco out of whatever trance he was in. 'Do I really have to spell it out for you?'

'Yes!' Draco hissed. 'You really do, otherwise how am I meant to--pick paint colours, or flowers, or--'

'I love you! Are you happy now?'

Draco's mouth dropped open.

'You do?'

'Yes, you absolute lunatic. Can we go, please?'

'Oh, yes.' Draco blinked at the shelves. 'I suppose...the paint colours can wait.'

Harry held out his hand for Draco to take, and Draco stared it before tentatively interlacing their fingers.

'Harry?'

'Yes?'

'I love you too.'

Harry smiled at him, taking in the tousled hair and oversized sweater and nervous expression, and was hit with a wave of affection so strong it threatened to drown him.

'I know. Let's go get milkshakes.'