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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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After all this time, always the same - Part 3

Hurt/comfort

There are instances, moments or days where it feels like time has stopped entirely. Its like a broken pendulum watch. All the time when the pendulum had to dangle, it didn’t, meaning the time never turned. 

His broken pendulum were the moments he spent on that tree, only exception was, his clock never worked but every time he’d be at that tree, 5 days later, a week later or 20 or 30 years later, his pendulum would work only then and it would stop once again. 

He’s afraid that he’s spent all his life loving parts of him on different days, just so he may never forget him but maybe in loving parts him on days, it had corrupted him because he knows he’ll never get to love him again and it was very clear with the wedding invitation he received. But now he wishes that he had stopped thinking of him, that he had not loved him on days when everything was falling apart, that he had not loved him every time he was alone because he knew, he didn’t love him anymore and no matter how much he might that he would, he knows he didn’t love him and that was the worst kind of pain.

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“So you’re going to his wedding?” Pansy asked while she was helping him pack his things. 

Draco shook his, taping another cardboard box and labeling it ‘books’, “I don’t understand why I should.” 

“Because you’re invited. You do realise that this might be the most prestigious wedding in the entire Wizarding world?” She asked. 

“And I don’t care how prestigious or grand it may be, I’m not going and that’s final,” He replied “Besides I don’t have a plus one if you remember that.” 

“I’ll go with you. I don’t want to miss the grand wedding.” She excitedly replied. 

“I’m not going Pansy.” He declared once again and Pansy defeatedly sighed. 

Hours later he was done packing with only a few things left to go. Pansy had left hours ago and he was by himself with a glass of wine and soft music playing in the background, sorting out the memories in vial carefully so they won’t get mixed up when he came across the most familiar one. 

Harry Potter. 

All memories stored in one single vial, all of them. 

It always confused Draco, how so many memories could be packed in one little vial that was so fragile. Thousand of memories, maybe more in just one single vial but then magic worked in different, beautiful and weird ways. All his loving stored in one jar of glass which could break anytime. 

He wanted to see those memories again but seeing those memories again would give him a reason to stay back in London and right now he wanted nothing to hold him back. He wanted to start over his life in some place new, get a nice job, fall in love all over again and maybe forget about Harry for the last time and forget about the pain he caused Astoria too. Moving away was the only remedy he knew of. Starting over was his only scope and his fearful heart was accepting it. 

When October 15, 2006 came, Draco was ready to leave London, forever maybe. He had planned to maybe never come back and he had made peace with it. He was taking one last look around his empty apartment, saying goodbye to the place which had offered him protection, shelter and what not for several years but his time had now come to say goodbye and not just to the apartment itself but all of London, people, friends, ex lovers, everything. He had nothing to hold him back anymore. 

But as if fate had been written, destiny had been designed, magic had worked in that moment, his cat jumped upon the refrigerator and tossed of the wedding invitation he left to never look at again but right now, he inevitably picked it up and read it again. He knew he didn’t want to go earlier, he still doesn’t want to but when he read Harry’s name on the wedding card, he wondered if Harry had really kept the promise or not, he wanted to know if after all this time, did he still think of him, felt something for him, anything at all. He needed that closure because he didn’t want to remain in one moment forever, he couldn’t do that to himself, not anymore. 

“sir? Shall we take the furniture?” He heard. 

Draco turned around and for a moment he forgot where he was. He looked down at the wedding invite in his hand, then looked back up at the man again and nodded. 

“You take the things away, I’ll be behind you. I just need to make a stop somewhere.” 

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He was at the last turn away from the destination of wedding but when he stopped at the red light, his whole world spun and something kept telling him that he shouldn’t go, that maybe he should stop. Maybe it was his 15 year old self telling him that going to his wedding would only bring him misery and pain, or maybe it was his self from months ago who had seen Harry in the gallery who had recently established that he still loved Harry, even if a little bit but when the lights turned from red to green, that he didn’t move forward. His heart was beating loudly in his chest and his mind was doing tricks on him, confusing him, telling him things he didn't want to know. He sat there thinking of turning around altogether and forget Harry from his memories but someone had honked behind him, bringing him back to his senses that he needed to start moving and he did, he hated doing so but he drove forward and he only stopped when he had reached the venue. 

He had finally gotten out of the car and was walking towards the chapel when he saw people getting out of there and he feared that he was too late. He thought that maybe Harry was married after all and there was no longer a wedding to attend. 

But then he heard,

“They would’ve never worked anyway.” 

And that confused Draco which forced him to walk inside the chapel to find no one but Ginny herself sitting there in silence. 

“Ginny?” Draco called out as he walked closer to her. 

She turned her head around and smiled at him warmly. She pointed him to come closer and he did and sat down next to her. 

“Weren’t you supposed to be getting married right now?” 

Ginny nodded, her eyes shone with tears. 

"Not anymore." She replied.

Draco couldn't figure what to say anymore or if he should say anything at all even but then Ginny herself started speaking,

“You know, all my life I’ve waited for this day. The day I would get married, and the one would spend the rest of my life with, that my wedding day would make me the happiest person alive, that maybe I'd have everything I had ever dreamt of but I had never, never once in my life thought that this is how my wedding day would be.” Her voice cracked as a tear slipped down her face and in the moment Draco wanted to wipe it away but he knew he shouldn't because some tears are worth falling.

"This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life?” 

“It was supposed to be.” She replied with a small smile.  

“Then what happened?” 

"Love. That's what happened." She replied.

"But you loved each other, didn't you?" He asked.

"We did. We did so much but sometimes when you love someone, you have to let them go." She replied.

And he needed no more than that.

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"When did you know?" Draco asked as he twirled his finger around Harry's hair while they were cuddled into one another.

"Know what?" Harry asked pushing his quill away so he could pay his attention to Draco.

"When did you know that you liked me?" Draco asked with the warmest of smiles.

Harry shrugs off with a smile, "Could've been anytime. I never noted down the moment I fell for you, I just knew I fell for my supposed arch nemesis."

"Do you think there would be a time where we wouldn't have to do this secretly?" Draco asked in all seriousness.

Harry could not have been sure, even then, but he liked to hope, so he nodded, "I think that maybe 20 or 30 years later, we won't have to hide. I just wish it'd happen sooner."

"And what if something goes wrong before out future arrives?"

Harry was worried, if only for an instant, he was but he trusted the man he loved so much that when he kissed his forehead, he took all the pain, the sufferings, the stress, the unprecedented end away,

"I'll love you the same."

"Always?"

"Always."

Promises are easier said than done. Most promises are often one sided and that might the harshest truth someone might ever come across but sometimes when you love someone, you don't look at those flaws.

And he too had fatality once loved someone and now he had one last chance. One last chance to know whether his love would win or die in ruins.

All his life he had made broken promises in the name of love, promised someone a future, promised someone a date, promised someone a holiday, promised someone to love but had never been able to fulfill it and he had never quite understood what was the reason but today when he saw that beautiful bride in tears who let her to be husband go in the name of love, he realised that it was all in the name of love. He was stuck in a labyrinth of loving Harry that he never let anyone in, nor let anyone out. He was his own problem and either tonight he needed a closure so he could finally sleep at last or a love story his 15 year old self wished for, the one where they have a future together, the one he often dreamt of.

And so he drove to the place he hoped where Harry would be.

And there he was, sitting on the branch of the Maple tree.

"I'm going to assume that you went to the wedding?"

Draco agreed as he climbed up that Maple tree and approached the bench while Harry made space for him.

"I even met your bride." He told him once he reached the bench.

"My supposed bride that is." Harry corrected.

Draco wanted to bring in a humour, a sarcastic Limerick even but he noticed how Harry was holding a picture in his hand. It was Ginny and him.

"I thought you loved each other?" Draco asked.

Harry smiled, staring forward at the view.

"We did."

"I don't understand what happened then? If you loved one another then why is she there and you're here. You should've been getting married." Draco said.

Harry finally turned a little to Draco and showed him his wallet with their picture.

"I once loved a boy. Around 15 to 16-ish. He was my whole world, whole damn world, the kind of love when you're head over heels for someone. If one day he had asked to murder for him, I'd had done it. I'd had killed a thousand for him. But we broke apart because he did the one thing I could've never imagined him to do but no matter how much I tried, I couldn't stop loving him, not even for his flaws, his mistakes or his betrayal. I could never stop loving him. That's what happened. Love happened. He happened. I couldn't do it and she knew."

Draco couldn't bring himself to say anything. All his life, he had thought that Harry had moved on but upon seeing him dressed in his black suit, runaway from his own wedding, he didn't know what to think.

"I'm a liar Draco," Harry said looking at the picture, "I told myself everyday that I didn't love you, that I didn't think of you everyday of my life, I even promised you I wouldn't think of us but I did everyday. I carried this picture with me everyday of my life just as a reminder,"

"You know how they say, your first love hurts you the most, it's true. You hurt me the most"

Draco kept staring at Harry, thinking that maybe now he'd say something again, that maybe now he'd add something but he didn't.

And then he took out his own wallet and showed Harry the picture he's been carrying around for almost 10 years himself.

"I keep this because it reminds me of a time I knew how to love. I've been with people after you, several even but every night when I go to sleep I wonder only one thing, Do you ever think of me and then I would fight with my own self because why would you ever want to think of me, the one who hurt you the most but there was this one little part of me, this one tiny little part of myself who wished that you thought of me at the same while I was thinking of you,"

He gave it a pause to breathe, to push down the knot that formed in his throat, to breathe a little and then he continued,

"But little part of myself loses everyday. I wanted to know why I could not stop loving you, I still want to know. I've hurt people in the name of love but I don't know how to find that answer as why you were the only one I could love."

Harry smiled lightly looking at Draco's wallet, "Why do we have to stop loving when all we have ever known is nothing but love?"

Draco smiled immediately. Harry had quoted him from years ago.

"You should not have left her." Draco said.

"I didn't. She let me go." Harry shrugged.

"Do you think I was the reason ?" Draco asked.

Harry nodded, "A little. I think after you, I only loved parts of someone and she didn't deserve someone who would love only her heart but not her soul and she knew that. I regret that I couldn't give her everything she had ever dreamt off but she's better off without me."

"Do you really think that's true?"

Harry nodded, "I also think I should not have lied to you the last day we met,"

"Then why did you lie?"

"Lying makes everything easier."

Draco nodded, "Then I stopped loving you the last time we were here"

"I stopped loving you too."

But they sat there for hours, this time there was no one to capture their moment together, this time there were no secrets, this time there was vulnerability, there was fragility, there was something worth sitting there.

Indeed magic works in the most weirdly beautiful ways possible but sometimes magic isn't the charms that spark out of a wand of a wizard, sometimes magic gets bind in the words between lovers, like a promise. Magic isn't always a charm, sometimes Magic is love itself.

And maybe after all this time, it's still the same.

This was supposed to be so much more better than this but I can't humanly function because I got sick. But I'm hoping this isn't half as bad as i think it to be.

Ps. Thank you @drarrywords for beta 💜( don't know what I'd do without you)

After all this time, always the same

Prompt used- kissing the top of other’s head| harry and draco finally meet each other years later at a memorial gallery, discovering some buried promises |

“ I actually did not know Colin was this good ” Harry said impressed as they walked the gallery

“ really, who knew that kid was really good ” Ron hummed.

“ i miss that kid ” Harry said as he drown in reminiscents of everyone who died in the war

“ I am sure it would mean a great deal that you’re here Harry. He always looked upto to you, he lived a nice life ” Denis smiled at harry before he departed to he other batch of visitors. It was almost 10 years after war when one day a bunch of Hogwarts student’s had received an invitation to the colin memorial gallery. Dennis, his brother had managed to construct certain photographs Colin had taken before he died and decided to put it into his memorial. Apparently Colin always wanted something like that, but his gallery Would’ve been incomplete if the people he had photographed had not shown up, so this was the reason why a bunch of Hogwarts student’s had been given a free pass as a contribution to his memory. Harry was however saddened by the absence of colin. After all this time he still misses all those who died a lot. He learnt it the hard way that he will probably never forget any of them but he can manage to live with it.

It was however surprising how amazingly brilliant Colin’s skills were. Nobody knew he had even taken their pictures secretly and it were all too great.

“ hey, theres us ” Ron said a little too loudly, much to anyone’s liking. Harry gave them all a small apologetic smile before he joined Ron to see the photograph hanging over the wall of him, Ron and Hermione.

“ seems like a different era, doesn’t it ?” Ron nostalgically said.

Hermione nodded besides him as she put her head over Ron’s shoulder. 10 years and they’re still in love like they were when they were kids. Harry had always been fond of their relationship, not because it’s his friends but because of everything it was built upon, the love they have is just for each other, and there probably had never existed other who had walked upon earth who they’d love them more than they loved each other.

“ there’s you ” Ron suddenly pointed a small picture on the bottom

“ oh yeah- that’s me ” harry carefully looked at his solo photograph. He wasn’t particularly attentive, looking in some other direction as if he was watching out for something.

“ that’s forbidden forest ” Hermione peeped carefully at the picture

“ It might be the courtyard ” Harry interjected as he took a few steps away to look at a few more pictures to avoid their questions.

“ but harry I’m sure it’s forbidden forest, it’s the same place where sir- where you fought those dementors, I’m sure ” Hermione egged on

“ I’m not saying it might not be, might be. I wandered off a lot during 5th year but I’m pretty sure it must’ve been just the courtyard, Colin wouldn’t probably enter the forest ” Harry made a point with raised eyebrows. Hermione didn’t seem to believe yet nodded forcefully, dropping the matter.

“ there’s a tons of pictures of you guys here ” Someone said from behind Harry and before he had time to register to who it was, his fingers were already intertwined with someone and by the touch, he just knew it was Ginny.

“ well he was quite a fan of me ” harry smirked at his fiance.

“ but still. It’s like you were his personal models. Gotta agree though, he was great ” Ginny said as she looked at the wall in front of them.

“ he was ” Harry hummed and walked alongside the rest of the gallery with them.

It wasn’t until Ginny got bored of looking at plain walls just with pictures, she left to chat with other people. Hermione and Ron had collected themselves to the other part of the gallery, conversing with a few people. That meant Harry was left alone and he found it quite relieving even if he loved all of them.

He had reached the last of the gallery when his eyes fell upon the same blonde head he had abstained himself from seeing in years. Hundreds of flashbacks flashed back as he tried not to stare at him. It had been years yet even now if Harry passed by him, he’d know he still smells the same. As if he too had sensed Harry’s presence, he looked away from the picture to his direction. They only locked eyes for a moment, a moment of weakness before Harry nodded and walked away. He sighed as he walked away, it has been so long, so long yet this feeling doesn’t change. He thought staying away would change but it hadn’t helped, not a lot to be precise.

Harry walked away deeper in the gallery until he reached the last of halls and stopped there, right there at the last picture. It was the last picture Colin had clicked after which only his broken camera’s were set. Harry would be lying if he said he wasn’t stunned to see the last picture. It was so weirdly ironic how the last photograph from Colin’s collection was the picture marked with the symbolic representation of end of certain other things. Harry longingly stared at the picture, the moment running on his mind like a music reel

“ this seems nice doesn’t it ?” He asked

“ it’s more than nice Draco ” Harry had replied

“ Harry- i-” but he closed his mouth

“ what ?” Harry asked him to continue when he was rendered speechless

“ nothing ” Draco sighed as he leaned back on the tree

“ go on, tell me ” Harry said as he climbed forward towards him

Draco stared at him long enough as though he was memorising harry deep within his heart.

“ you’re going to love me the same, right ?” He finally asked.

Harry stared at him, more confused than ever before he cupped Draco’s face and said “ of course Draco, always the same way ”

“ even if I do the most wrong in the world ?” Draco asked a strange shadow of sadness covering his eyes, obstructing Harry from reading his eyes.

“ you- I- I-”

“ it’s hard to say ?” Draco asked almost hurt

“ Draco, I believe you. I love you, I’ll always love you the same way but the definition of most wrong depends on a lot of things but I believe in you, I know you wouldn’t do anything that would be the most wrong thing to me in the world” Harry gave him a comforting smile . When Draco didn’t say anything he climbed into Draco’s lap and rested his head against his Chest, hearing the rapid heartbeats.

“ you’re afraid of something Draco ” Harry said as he analysed his heart rate

“ I’m afraid of the ruins ” Draco truthfully answered because he was aware of everything he was supposed to be doing.

“ ruins ?” Harry asked confused, craning his neck up to look at him, only to find Draco looking far away. He seemed lost.

“ we can never be wholly together Harry, I’m always afraid, every moment of my life when I’m with you..I’m afraid you’ll wake up from this dream and realise it’s all ruins ” Draco answered, his lips trembling a bit. Harry snuggled in closer to his chest, he knew he was right..

“ you’re not a ruined man Draco and this isn’t ruins to me ” Harry Answered

“ am I not ?” Draco asked looking hurt

“ y- you’re not a ruined man but even if you are, you are my ruined man and I promise to love you the same way, everyday even if this doesn’t work out, you get me ?” Harry asked empathetically.

“ you must be a fool to fall in love with me ” Draco finally said after a few minutes smiling down at harry.

Sensing the light tone Harry smiled up at him “ then I am your fool ”

“ I’d rather never wake up from this dream ” Draco smiled at harry lovingly then kissed on the top of his head and just then they heard a shuttering sound, startling them awake from their moment.

If only harry had known what was to happen, he’d had never gotten up and ran for the sound but he had and it had ruined millions of memories that could’ve been made.

“ it’s a beautiful picture” a familiar voice said behind Harry. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it belonged to, he had grown up Being fond of it.

“ while It lasted ” Harry replied turning his head to find Draco was now standing next to him

“ broken promises, some thing huh”

“ I know I kept mine ” Harry whispered avoiding looking Draco in the eye

“ did you ?” Draco retaliated

“ I always did ” Harry replied more seriously now than before.

“ oh hey, it’s the same picture from your albums Harry- didn’t see you there malfoy, g-good to see you ” Ron suddenly appeared from behind them

“ you never really talk about him. One boyfriend huh ” Ron added Patting Harry on his back.

“ it’s because of the ruins ” Harry replied smiling at Ron.

Draco turned his head towards Harry that it almost snapped. Harry had already been looking at him when he did, and for a moment just for a moment, everything had vanished from the room except them. The people here didn’t matter, it was just them, finally away in their isolation Just with each other without their ruins. It was a moment of weakness where they smiled at each other knowingly that after all this time, always the same.

“ Harry, it’s your boyfriend from sixth year, the one in the album-”

“ Draco, it’s the picture from the album, your boyfriend-”

Astoria and Ginny’s simultaneously said.

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Day 25- perfect birthday plans | Day 27- Harry’s dance partner

"(...) history will remember us."

– Red, White & Royal Blue

Draco: You know what your problem is? You’re really cute so no one ever tells you to shut the fuck up

Harry:

Draco:

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: You think I’m cute?

Draco: Shut the fuck up

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

Draco:

Shirts and hickeys

Dialogue prompt 9- “Why are you still here?” “Because I care about you asshole” 

"What even is rugby and why in the hell do I have to watch this?" Draco groans for the fifth time since he had came here.

"Its a muggle sport and you're here because Harry invited you to see, so would you stop being such an ass and actually pay attention. He's on the field." Ron rolled his eyes then rooted out for Harry.

Mid game, Ron had to leave because of an emergency at work while Draco was left alone to watch Harry get brutally beaten up by men frankly taller and much more bulkier than him. Draco was pissed to his bones that he himself wanted to drag Harry out of there and give him some brain because he sure was lacking some to have signed up for playing this game.

The ending of the game was the hardest to watch when Harry was bleeding to almost death and could barely stand up straight. Draco was practically sitting on air until the agony was finally over and he was helping Harry towards the corner.

"Are you absolutely mental?" He shrieked.

Harry, however, much to his dismay tried to pull off a smile, failed obviously, pissing Draco all the way more.

"You have not one little ounce of Brain in that place. Why would you ever want to play that deadly game? Ever?" He asked but he was rapidly casting healing charms unseen by the crowd.

"It-s fun," That was Harry's response that Draco didn't buy at all.

"Alright, I Just wanted to try it out. Also this guy at work I hated challenged me and said I couldn't play rugby and I wanted to prove that I could. But it's not even that big of a deal."

"Big of a deal, Harry? You are bleeding at like 39 different places of your body, your glasses are completely smashed, probably sure you have lost a tooth and your nose is broken and you say its not that big of a deal, What's the matter with you?" Draco snapped.

Harry pulled him beside him, forcing Draco to sit down next to him, "can you not yell at me in public?"

"Oh I'm sorry? Does it ruin your defaced reputation?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"We're going home." He announced.

"But there's another match-"

"I said, I'm taking you home and that's final." Draco sternly replied and Harry didn't have much say anymore.

Hours later of finally having covered almost every inch of Harry's body with bandages and Draco snapping every five minutes, they were finally done and about to have dinner when Harry did a mistake of trying to walk into the kitchen and help himself with a glass of water.

"Are you out of your head?" Draco yelled again.

Harry huffed, and then turned around, "Now, what did I do?"

"What did I tell you about not leaving your place?"

"I'm not baby Draco. I can take a glass of water for myself." Harry replied and continued fetching a glass of water when Draco interrupted his activity and took the glass in his own hand and then gave it to Harry.

"What difference did it make? I could've taken it myself." Harry said.

"Yes, but you're seriously injured, you need rest." Draco helped him back in the bedroom.

"I can take care of myself,-"

"No, you clearly can't." Draco cut him off.

"I can't take care of myself?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

"You can't. When your stupid head could indulge in games as dangerous as those then you obviously can't take care of yourself." Draco replied.

"Okay- I- I've had enough,-" Harry huffed.

"I'm not a goddamn baby, Draco. I can take care of myself. It was my choice to get into that game, you don't have to yell at me every five minutes to remind me that I made a mistake. A few broken bones that hurt in my body are a clear indication of my mistakes but I don't need you standing all over me, guarding me like I'm some terrorist. I don't need your 'I'm here for you all the time', or 'I'll get you a glass of water' or 'what did I tell you about not getting out of the bed'. I have been by myself for a long time and I can take care of my own so just please do me a favour and leave me the fuck alone." Harry snapped.

Draco was however offended and took a step back, "So you mean I'm bothering you? Me being there for you is bothering you?"

"Yes- yes, you're bothering me with your nagging, with your 'do you need anything' and everything else. You're bothering me so much that it's actually irritating. It's so fucking irritating."

Draco's jaw clenched at his words and he walked away, collecting his things, "If I'm bothering you so much, I'll leave- and don't worry I won't be back. I don’t even know why I even try to do anything for you when all you do is pull up your i’m better off without drama."

The door shut with a slam as he left and Harry as relieved as he was, he was also guilty of having stirred up a fight between the two of them and he thought that maybe Draco would come around soon, in a couple of hours but he didn't and it made Harry more guilty than he had been before.

But then he thought that he would maybe come around in a day or two but then he didn't and he didn't even after a week. This had hardly every happened in the course of their friendship. Of course, they’ve have had fights, they’ve had plenty of them but never had once they gone on complete silent fore than a week. It was unusual of Draco and Harry was starting to get worried that he might’ve overstepped this time and was making plans in his head how he might possibly work around a way of fixing things with Draco. 

It was not until a week later when he was wounding up his injuries from the match of rugby he had a day before when the doorbell rang and the moment he had opened it, Draco had walked in.

"Got yourself beaten up once again!" He Snapped.

“Not death- Just few injuries here and there, I’ll be fine.” 

“You’ll be fine? I can see your ill out bandage making you bleed under your shirt and you’re saying you’re fine. You’re far from fine.” he snapped again. 

Harry huffed, “So maybe one or two bandage is messed up but I’m fine otherwise. It’s all good-” 

“Its not all good. Can’t you see? I don’t understand why do you need to prove your point to that stupid guy from work, whoever he is that you can play a deadly sport when all you’re just getting beaten up by huge men. It’s an entirely sick idea and you’re stupid enough to keep continuing to do this. I’d had thought you would’ve stopped getting beaten to death but seems you haven’t-” 

"I’m not getting beaten to death-"

"Yes, yes you are. If that day I hadn’t dragged you out of there, you’d had been dead.” 

“No, I would not have been and would you just, stop with the yelling?” Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed by Draco’s constant yelling. 

“I’ll stop when you stop doing this. Why the hell are you even playing it anymore? I thought you proved your point?” 

"Why the hell-? I already told you last time. It's because of the guy from work- whatever- Why are you here? Why are you still here? Thought I cleared that I didn't need you." Harry behind his assertive tone however was much more glad than he could express that Draco was here.

"Why am I here? Are you still out of your fucking mind? It's because I care about you, Asshole. It fucking hurts me seeing you getting beaten to death by 6'5, 200lbs giants and your stupid self keeps doing it purposely. It's like you want to be dead and apparently no one would care for you the way I would and you have no care for your own and someone have to take care of you so therefore me-why- why are you looking at me like that?" Draco's tone had suddenly toned down with astonishment.

Harry suddenly started to walk closer to Draco, asking him at the same time, "It hurts you?"

"Well- I mean- Yeah. It'd hurt anyone to see their friend beaten up you know," Draco stammered, taking his steps backward. 

"No one would care for me the way you would?" Harry asked stepping dangerously close to Draco who didn't had more steps of take backwards.

"I mean- I- You know- everyone takes care differently- and I-"

"You're so full of shit-" Harry mumbled.

But what happened next had completely taken Draco by surprise when he felt Harry kissing him against the door, with his hand fixated on the back of his waist to pull him closer and if Draco hadn't only waited his entire life for this, he would've been shocked but he had dreams about being pressed against the wall and being taken by the man he was just kissing and the real life kissing was so much more better than any one of them he had in his dreams. The rush of wanting to kiss Draco in Harry was something Draco had never felt in his dreams because this was real and because it was real, it felt so great. And he loved how ridiculously unexpectedly Harry tasted like mints, and the way his tongue was caressing his bottom lip enough to make it more yearning.

"Harry- we- we shouldn't-" Draco mumbled against his lips but he was leaning forward so he could still feel his lips over his own. A touch of linger because he was nowhere yet done kissing Harry but in the back of his mind, he didn’t want to sabotage his friendship with him. 

"Shut up and kiss me." Harry had said and Draco no longer tried to stop the kissing, instead he let Harry take advantage of pressing him more firmly against the door and kissing him more sloppily with hands in the hair and moans on the lips, with a need to want each other more in that moment that they had ever before. 

And they let it happen, they let themselves get mix in the moment of intimacy with drinks spilled, clothes on the floor and hickeys on the neck. 

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