I Couldn't Sleep All Night Because I Was Thinking Of Her

I couldn't sleep all night because I was thinking of her

I'm so happy I read this because this was amazing and so heart touching 🥺.

Dès vu

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Word Count: 855 (Oneshot) Relationship(s): Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter Tags: Fluff and Angst, Feels, Hurt/Comfort, Angst With A Happy Ending, Muggle AU, Celebrity AU CW: Very mild suggestive themes present in a couple of lines. A/N: Fic title was taken from here. Likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. :D

Summary: Dès vu (n.) Origin: French Definition: Literally translates to "seen as soon as"; The awareness that this will become a memory.

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Draco knew he would never forget that encounter.

Nor the months following that.

And how could he?

Their romance novel-worthy meet cute in a coffee shop, of all places.

Their witty banter on the sets, with a not-so-innocent lilt.

Their two-seconds-too-long stares and two-times-too-many winks.

Their first kiss in the hotel elevator – an open-mouthed and rather sloppy one, for sure – but one which left him breathless and light-headed, already wanting for more.

Their dates on the days off, replete with flushed cheeks and lovestruck grins, seemingly hidden from the camera flashes.

Their nights spent together in each other’s warm embrace, filled with soft touches and whispered declarations of love.

Their dreams of a shared future – an idyllic life in the quiet suburbs, with a two-storey house and a small vegetable garden in the back.

He could never forget those.

But he knew this surreptitious romance of theirs was not meant to last. He knew all it was ever meant to be was a memory – one he could remind himself of when-

Beep-beep. Beep-beep.

Draco shook himself out of his thoughts and grabbed a pair of oven mitts on the way to the kitchen, the delicious smell of the chicken wafting through the air, only to find it already placed on the counter.

“What the hell?” he muttered, casting a puzzled and slightly wary glance around himself, since last he checked, he was the only one in the house – when all of a sudden, a pair of arms wrapped around his middle from behind and an all-too familiar voice whispered in his ear, “The chicken should be in the oven for 30 minutes, love. And not 35 minutes.”

“Harry,” Draco breathed, twisting in their arms to look at the person behind him, “You are back.”

“Of course, I am back, love,” Harry smiled, “Why shouldn’t I be-mmph”

Before Harry could complete his sentence, Draco pushed him against the counter and claimed his lips in a fervent kiss, his fingers tangling in Harry’s messy black hair while Harry splayed his fingers across Draco’s back, pulling him impossibly closer to himself.

“Wow,” Harry marvelled, when the two separated after a good while to catch their breaths, “If this is the kind of welcome I receive on returning home early, I guess I should always return home early.”

“Shut up,” Draco muttered, his eyes drinking in Harry’s appearance as if it was an oasis to his parched self, “You gave me a scare today, you know? You should’ve told me your flight landed early.”

“And lose the chance of getting such a welcome kiss? Never,” Harry grinned. “But Draco, did you really not hear me opening the door? I thought I had made quite a noise then, dropping the keys and all.”

“If I did, would I have reacted this way, dumbass?” he retorted playfully, as he removed himself from Harry’s arms (how much ever he didn’t want to) and went to set the table for dinner, the other man following him closely.

“And what made you so unmindful, hmm, Malfoy? Thoughts of your amazing husband?”

Draco rolled his eyes at Harry's words, smiling, though the latter couldn’t see that.

“No, Potter," he threw a smirk over his shoulder, "Thoughts of my good-for-nothing husband.”

“Hey!”

“Shush!” Draco silenced him, turning and pressing a finger to his lips, “Go wash yourself up, darling. We’ll talk after that.”

“Just talk?” Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively and leaned closer, at which Draco just chuckled and pushing him away, said, “We’ll see.”

“Okay.” Harry pouted. And with that and another kiss, he headed to the bathroom, whistling a tune of who-knows-which song, leaving Draco arranging the plates and glasses with a smile plastered on his face, thoughts of how he managed to be so correct yet so wrong all those years ago, running through his mind.

Yes, Draco could never forget how he met his husband twenty years ago when he had been shooting his first movie. Nor could he ever forget those months they tried to keep their budding romance under the wraps, away from the public eye (although all their efforts in that direction went down the drain).

But no, that surreptitious romance of theirs lasted.

It survived all odds – be it his tyrannical father, the prying media and public or the fears of a dating scandal ruining their careers before they had even begun properly. It emerged through all those and many more troubles – the magnitude of their love not diminishing, rather increasing manifold over the years.

But most importantly, their relationship did not turn out to be a bittersweet memory like Draco had thought it would – one he thought he would remind himself of when his loneliness became too much for him to bear in the future.

Instead, it turned out to be not one but a rapidly growing collection of happy memories – ones he knew existed but never needed to remind himself of – but not because he did not want to or anything of the sort! But simply because he was too busy making newer and happier memories with his loved one to add to the plethora.

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May I request Angst prompt 12 ?

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Angst prompt no. 12- "I don't want us to be stranger's again" // thank you so much for saying that | TW- MILD ANGST| HURT/COMFORT |

We come in silence and we go in silence, we are born alone and we die alone, and we also love alone. Our hearts and our bodies are only given to us once and its on how we decide to abuse it. I would never call loving you an abuse, but i ripped out so much of myself to you just so i could love you that right now I remain with nothing but the flawless memories that stands with as a nightmare curling me into pain. I wanted to love you to the moon and back, i wanted to love till the sun died out but I think whoever wrote out stories had an effortless plan of keeping us apart but I think i would’ve loved you to the moon and back but I pondered over it so much that i realised that in the moon and back, I may go to the moon and never come back because my plane crashed, it doesn’t make sense but it makes in my head. I like to think that we never truly could love each other, we just loved the versions we spun out for each other but even if we wanted to stay till the original version, i think our mystery life writers thought otherwise, perhaps they knew better than we did. 

I think i would still be able to smell you in the rain because you always smelled so damp, it’s not particularly a smell that people adore, but i sort of liked it, i always thought it was earthly and reminded me of the greyish shade of the cloud i loved before the thunderstorm and the soft patting sound of the water dripping on the leaves, i think you always smelled so damp because you left your laundry wet for a little more longer than it was supposed to and I know i made fun of it, made limericks even but i hope you know that I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Do you know the colour of your eyes? There’s something intriguing in the way it only shines when you are smiling or you’re laughing because I have looked at your eyes in the sun but your loneliness was eating you alive, that your eyes never shone. I always liked the colour of your eyes. I always wonder if you thought about my eyes the way i do when we’re outside in the garden looking at each other. I wonder if you do it,or if you did it but i think it doesn’t matter any more now, our eyes doesn’t perceive each other the same way now. 

I always thought I’d ask you for a dance and we’d spin around the room and we’d laugh and we’d stare at the chandelier then we’d collapse on the ground because our head doesn’t stop spinning, i wonder if you’d take my hand if i asked you for a dance. I want us to grow old together and buy a house together and have a little dog and kitten but I think our holding hands together had sparked out infinities but it occurred to me one late night that our infinity is hollow, there’s nothing there, just you and me and I don’t want to think it’s boring, but isn’t it, just you and me? What if in a chaos one of us would wanted to go away for a while but we’re stuck in that infinity ring. But i think we found ways to escape anyways, It was after all you and I. 

I always liked to think that we’d have a name plate that would say “ Potter’s and Malfoy’s “ but now it leaves me empty to think about it, I think someone would paint over our nameplate and destroy it. I liked to imagine that we’d never end but even the empires who thought would live forever died. If we’re both the logs in a fire then i think we are the last one’s who kept the fire burning till the morning arrived and we died because of the air that poured in. I think somewhere our story writers are good and they’d let us end up together and in one time we’d talk with the painters about the exact shade of cream colour we want and the exact shade of blue we want for the kids, I think we exist somewhere, where we survive through it all and i still love you for you and you love me for me and we love each other to the moon and back, i think we love each forever somewhere even if forever doesn’t actually exist. I just like to think of our every possibility so at least in one of our realities or in one of our lives, we end up together with no complications, where our life have an happy ever after, i think somewhere we do, perhaps though not this life. 

“ I don’t want us to be strangers again “ I had spoken to you. You kissed the top of my head and you tell me we won’t be. 

But today as months have went by, you and I, we’re soulmates, just not the ones who end up together. 

You don’t speak to me anymore but you smile at me and somewhere it gives me hope, but where darkness inside me remains, it tells me you’re never coming back for me, never and I would die without your name to add to mine and i think one day i’d be okay with it, not today but one day. 

I don’t want to be strangers again, but i think we are, we’re just the one’s with bittersweet memories. 

Come back for me one day, Harry, come back for me, I don’t want to be strangers again, not with you because in one of our realities, my plane doesn't crash.

This is so short and I don't know why..

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Hearts don't break around here

"Didn't you used to say you didn't do love?" Draco laughed as the sweet summer breeze passed between the two of them in the balcony, in secrecy, away from everyone in a little world of just their own.

"What happened to your, 'oh- I don't fall in love, I never have, probably never will?' What happened to that heart of stone attitude of yours?" Draco laughed.

Harry shook his head and turned in an abrupt movement to face Draco and not so secretly pulled him by his waist. Draco's hand pressing against Harry's torso.

"You like to tease me so much, don't you?" Harry smirked.

Draco couldn't contain his smile, "I'm just genuinely curious. You used to say you don't do love and yet look at you, right here, putting a flower in my hair and all, being sappy and stuff. But yes I like to tease you very much."

Harry smiled back at Draco and fixed that flower in his hair once again and finally said, "you're right, I don't do love but then you happened. I didn't think I could love until you came along and now all I wake upto is knowing that I've never been more happier than now, knowing that I'm in love with the best man I could ever ask for. So Draco Malfoy, I don't do love, but I love you- and I'll probably never love anyone else. So, do me a favour and never break my heart?"

Draco turned red, even his ears turning pink and his heart beat racing but it was all in the good name, it was all in love. He smiled at Harry, uncontrollably and without so much of a second thought he said,

"I'll never break your heart. Ever."

"Good, because I don't want you to." Harry smiled.

They remained silent for a while, just adoring each other from few centimetres away even after all this time of dating but then perhaps their love was kind of the most beautiful type of love, one where hearts don't break around and everyone wishes to know what the two had but the truth is, the two only had love, the love their didn't store for anyone else but each other. And it was the best type.

"You're a total sap by the way."

"Shut up before I throw you off the balcony." And they both laughed.

Like I said, the most beautiful kind.

This was impulsive y'all but I wish to have this kind of love 😭

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Look. At. Me.

Based on a late-night conversation with @dracoismytrashson. Betaed by the ever-wonderful @sassy-cissa 💚

“Look at me,” Draco said, sliding his fingers into Potter’s hair. Pulling with a bit more force than necessary. Just to tilt Potter’s head up. Just to tear a stifled groan from him. Draco straddled him, keeping him in place on the edge of his narrow Eighth Year dorm bed. He was down to only his white shirt. Potter was down to nothing.

“Look at me,” he said again, as Potter wrapped his arms around him, leaned back, pulling Draco on top of him. The breathtaking touch of skin on skin; the gut-melting hardness answering his own. Potter pushed Draco’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it drop to the ground. The truth was, Draco was the one who couldn’t tear his gaze away. Ordering Potter to keep his eyes fixed on Draco’s was preferable to that admission. For seven years, all Draco had done was stare. The prospect of Potter catching him in the act had filled him with equal measures of hope and dread.

And now… Now Potter was his liaison affair fuck buddy experiment lover—Potter was his, for however long it would last. Now Draco had a valid excuse to demand Potter’s eyes on him, and Potter seemed content enough to comply.

Draco reached down and closed a hand around the hard cock leaking against his own. Potter’s eyes flicked down with a gasp.

“My face is up here, Potter,” Draco said. A sharp pull on Potter’s hair. Gorgeous green eyes lifting back to meet Draco’s, wide and lust-blown.

“Yes,” Draco hissed. “Like that. Don’t look away.”

He moved his fist around Potter. Potter smiled into his eyes.

“Draco… I couldn’t look away if I tried.”

I've been thinking a lot about queerness lately and I keep getting stuck on how deeply I want it to be normal. I want little girls to come home excitedly telling their parents about a pretty new girl in school that they have a crush on. I want young boys to have their first kiss with another boy and be able to tell their friends about it. I want them to be impressed and slap him on the back and say congrats. I want to bring home a woman to my family and have my father give her that whole fake threatening, "you better be good to my daughter" speech before offering her a handshake and a beer. I want people everywhere in the world to be able to hold hands in the street and not even think twice about it, not have to feel afraid, not have to feel like they're making a statement. I want so desperately for the world to catch up with something that so many of us already understand as normal. I don't want to be merely tolerated, and I wish pride wasn't necessary. I wish that having confidence in myself wasn't a revolutionary act.