Face Planted Into The Bed And Hurt My Nose

Face planted into the bed and hurt my nose 😭

So far my day today:

Feeling dead

Slipped from the sofa and fell on the floor.

Having crisis to pick myself back up

Song of my heart- Part 2 

I was blackmailed into writing this by the use of irresistible cute cat pictures by none other than @drarrywords

Hurt/comfort || fluff || domestic

He loved him, he really did love Duncan but in that restaurant that night, sitting beside his boyfriend, all he did was keep his gaze at Harry playing his set for the first time in public. Harry had very openly admitted that the only audience to his music was either Ron, Hermione or Draco and now when Harry was playing in front of unknown people, it somewhere made Draco feel strange that he wasn’t Harry’s only audience anymore, somewhere it almost upset him but it wasn’t that, that bothered him that night, it was the eye contact Harry kept throughout with Draco in his last song and it was enough to make him realise that the last song was about Draco or vaguely inspired by him or a less possibility of it being dedicated to him. He was aware of his hands intertwined with Duncan, sitting right next to him but his heart was racing by just looking at those green eyes and he wished to look away but he couldn’t. 

When Draco said that he had always loved Harry, he really did but there was no way he could’ve left Duncan for him. He was mildly always afraid of being with Harry and more so of ending 3 year long relationship with Duncan for Harry, it somewhere didn’t ever seem right to Draco, not even during the time Harry confessed his love for Draco and despite that in the heat of the moment that they had kissed, Draco never really took it further. He was always afraid of losing one or the other. 

But it troubled him so much to cause sleepless nights every time he used to think of Harry and his love for Draco. He had asked him several times to move on, so many times that one time it even led to a fight but he thinks that Harry still have not moved on from him and it pains him to realise that somewhere Harry isn’t even trying to because he knows he’s the reason for the pain he causes Harry and he wants to be the last person to hurt Harry, he hates doing this to him but even if it isn’t in his control, he wishes he could just do something about him. 

That night when Draco went back home with Duncan, he kept boasting about how good Harry was playing tonight while Draco only partially listened because somewhere he was still in his mind replaying the last song, he knew it was related to him. That night Draco dreamed of being with Harry. 

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“What did you guys do for your anniversary?” Pansy asked as she poured him a glass of wine and sat down before him. 

“Nothing really special, we went out to a fancy dinner. The food was good.” Draco replied, humming. 

“You’re kidding me?” 

“What?” 

“It was your 4th anniversary with that guy and all you guys did was go to an expensive restaurant? Gosh- that’s romantic.” Pansy frowned. 

“Look- we like to keep it simple. We both like good food and some peace, its our ideal date, you know.” Draco shrugged.

“But Draco this is what you’ve been doing for all your anniversaries.” 

“So what? Its not that bad.” 

“I’m just saying, a little effort, that’s all. My cat makes more effort on my birthday.” She shrugged. 

“You did not just compare my boyfriend to your cat!” Draco narrowed his eyes at her. 

“Oh, Darling, No. My cat is better.” 

Draco rolled his eyes but it did not cease his thoughts because he knew that she was in fact right. For all the years they have been together, Duncan really hardly ever made effort, hardly ever and Draco was never a big gesture person but he also knew Duncan liked it all simple, so he never really tried. 

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“okay, okay, time for presents.” Pansy shouted as she gestured everyone to gather around in the living room. 

“Birthday boy, please.” She bowed and Draco with a curtsy sat in the middle of the sofa. He opened gifts after gifts until he was left with the last 2. He picked the one wrapped in yellow wrapper and shook in his hand. He excitedly tore the wrapper and opened to a black box, he further opened it and it had a chain with D on it. 

“How’d you like it?” Duncan asked. 

Draco smiled and turned to Duncan, “I love it. Its really pretty.” 

“Do you want to put it on?” Duncan asked and Draco nodded and turned around for him to put it on.

And then he picked the last gift with red wrappings. 

“Seems like a book.” Draco smiled at Harry. 

And it was a book, only it was the most precious book Draco has ever owned. 

“My lost copy of Mr. Doctor Dolittle,” He gasped “I lost it ages ago, how did you even find it?” He asked in shock. 

“It doesn’t matter. I just knew how much you much you liked the book and how much it meant to you, so, yeah.” Harry shrugged. 

Draco immediately got up and hugged Harry, still dazed by the gift. 

“Isn’t Dolittle a children’s book?” Duncan asked. 

“Its Draco’s own personal copy from 1987.” Harry replied. 

“Incredible of you to find it Harry, you really are a great friend.” Duncan smiled at him. 

That day Draco read that book again, alone, in his own reading corner and thought of how Harry could’ve possibly found it. He had lost it somewhere in the library in his first year and despite that he searched everywhere, he never found it again. And he remembered when he had told Harry about that book but he never really expected him to remember such an insignificant detail, it was perhaps not even a sober conversation and yet he remembered it and it amazed Draco because he knew all the trouble Harry must’ve gone through just to find that book. He thought about it all day long. 

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“You better buy him a nice gift, Harry goes all the way for your gifts.” Pansy suggested.

Draco switched the phone from one ear to another and huffed, “He really does. He raises the bar every year for me, its so annoying.” 

“yeah, but you really are lucky to have Harry you know. Nobody ever puts that much effort in a birthday present for you than Harry does. I’ve never seen anyone do that for anyone quite literally.” 

And she was right. Draco himself had never seen someone do so much for him than Harry does, not even his own boyfriend and it was a weird thing but at the same time so endearing that he adored Harry so much. 

“wonder why he does it?” Draco responded. 

“Its obvious, isn’t it?”

“What is?” 

“its obvious why he does it. He loves you, Draco, probably more than any of your friends does.” 

Draco stared at that watch in front of him in silence for a little longer than he should’ve and then he said, “You’re right.” 

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“Draco?” Harry frowned as he opened the door. 

“We need to talk.” 

“uh-okay. Come on in.” Harry opened the door wider and Draco followed. 

They walked into Harry’s living room and before Harry could’ve even asked anything, Draco spoke up, 

“You need to stop, once and for all.” 

Harry frowned, almost taken aback, “Stop what?” 

“Being in love with me.” 

Harry sighed, “I’m not in love with you, Draco. Believe me, I’m not.” 

“You’re lying. You’ve been lying to me about this for months, for years for heaven’s sake. Just stop doing this, Harry.” Draco’s voice shook as it got louder. 

“I am not in love with you anymore, Draco, i’m seriously not. I don’t know what gave you the impression that I am but I’m very much aware that we are never going to be together, so I’m most definitely not in love with you.” Harry raised his voice. 

“Then why those songs? You think I don’t realise that all your songs are about me? Every word of every song. You think I’m that blinded to not see the way you still look at me, or the way that you smile at me when you think I’m not looking? Or the way you looked at me that night at the restaurant while you were playing your set? Or the way you went through all the trouble of finding my personal lost copy of Doctor Dolittle? Or the way you bought me that painting that cost you a fortune just because I once said that I liked it? Nobody does all that if they’re not in love.”

Harry shook his head, “Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe, just maybe, I just care for you a lot or that I regard you a lot as a friend, that maybe I do all that just because you’re my best friend, that maybe not all songs are about you, that maybe I like doing things for you just because they make you happy? I do it all just because I care for you a lot, because you’re my friend.” 

“No, you don’t. You don’t all that just because you’re my friend-” 

“Yes, I do.” 

Draco immediately took a step forward and stood right before Harry, way more closer than either one of them should’ve been standing. 

“If you don’t then look me in the eye and say it to my face that you don’t love me.” 

Harry did look up, he held his gaze but he couldn’t say it, he wanted to, he easily could’ve said it, but he did not because he could not lie to Draco, he wouldn’t do it. 

“I can’t say it.” Harry whispered. 

Draco sighed instantly, closing his eyes and resting his head against Harry’s. 

“Why, why can you not just stop loving me, Harry? Why?”

Harry shrugged. 

“Harry, you have to stop, for the sake of both of us. It’s causing damage to both of us.”

“I would if I could.” Harry whispered. 

Draco cupped Harry’s face in his hand and grazed his thumb along his cheeks, “You have to try, harder. I can’t see you like this, in pain, in love with someone you can’t have.” 

“I swear I try but I can’t.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you make me the happiest I have ever been. You make me feel better and you don’t even have to do anything about it. I just have to look at you and I’m instantly better. I would just talk with you and my day is better. Being in love with is the best feeling in the world, even if I can’t have you. Every time I look at you, i’m reminded of all the things that I wish I could do with you, like taking you to all the cities you’ve been wanting to visit, taking you to a library date, or buying you flowers on a random Monday morning, or just hearing you talk about all those things you love or just imagining waking up next to you and knowing that it would just be the best. Loving you is the best. You have no idea what you do to me. I wish I could stop loving you, but I can’t.” Harry’s voice trembled. 

Draco looked at Harry in a way that he had never before because he’d be the biggest liar in the world if he said he couldn’t imagine all that with Harry and the love Harry had for Draco made his heart bleed because he realised how pure Harry’s love was for him and it almost hurt Draco that he was forbidding Harry from all that he could have, all that he wanted to do. 

And yet, he couldn’t be with Harry, no matter how much he loved Harry. 

“Harry- I’m with Duncan, you have to realise that. Duncan is my endgame.” 

“Is he though? Do you really see him as your endgame? Can you imagine a life where he’s there with you for the rest of your life?” 

No, he could not but he did not answer Harry because he knew if he answered Harry right now, it would give him the hope he should not have. 

“Duncan is who I am with, Harry and I’ll be with him. You have to move on, if not for yourself, do it for me.” He plead. 

Harry let out a shaky breath and nodded, “For you.” 

Draco looked him in the eye, the pain behind those beautiful green eyes, that sadness he masked a lot, he saw right through Harry and probably for the last time in his life, he leaned close to him and kissed him over the lips, not for himself but for Harry, to give him the closure he needed. And then he left. 

But he never truly did. He left his heart that day right there on the counter to pick it up next day. 

How could he ever look at his boyfriend the same way ever again after knowing that there is someone out there who writes songs for him, who writes poems for him, who goes above and beyond for him, who saves him the last slice of pizza, who checks up on him more than anyone else, who remembers his mum’s birthday and send flowers just in case Draco forgets, who brings him soup whenever he’s sick, who wears the flower crown every birthday just because Draco gave it to him on his first birthday together as friends, who plays him all his favourite songs, who saves him a seat every time they go to a game, who sends him voice notes in the middle of the night, who takes care of him when he’s drunk, who remembers the smallest details about him. How could he ever look at his boyfriend knowing that his boyfriend will never be able to love him as much Harry loves him. How could he ever be the same again knowing that he was loved by this extraordinary person and Draco was turning him down over and over again just because he was with someone he wasn’t even sure why he was with. He was turning down Harry for someone like Duncan, for someone so ordinary. 

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“Draco? What is it? Its 3 a.m.” 

But Draco didn’t say anything, he stepped just before Harry and ever so slowly he reached for his face and in delicacy kissed him, not for Harry this time, but for himself, to finally kiss the man he truly loves. 

“What-” 

“Shush-” and Draco kissed him, again, and kissed him a little more and then a little more. 

“I broke up with Duncan.” He later said. 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re my right person, in all the times and I was a fool before to have even believed that I could’ve lived with myself knowing how much I actually loved you.” 

“Oh, Draco,” 

“I always knew you were my right person, at all times.” And this time Harry kissed him, to show his love.

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Angst dialogue prompt no. 8 “You’ve changed.” “We’re supposed to.”

“I wrote a song.”

The words leave his lips faster than he allows himself to process because it was a habit when it came to Harry with Draco, to say what was on his mind, without fear. 

“You did?” There was excitement in Draco’s voice, almost as if he was happy. 

“Yeah.” He nodded. 

“So, you found your inspiration after such a long break, good for you, Harry.” He happily said with more gestures of his hands. 

“It just came to me, last night. Started playing some strings and the words just came with flow.” Harry explained. 

“What was it then, your inspiration?” He asked and Harry knew he dreaded this question because how could he had ever said the truth. 

“Just something.” He lied. 

Draco nodded, “Sing it to me then.” and Harry shook his head. 

“You won’t sing it to me?” he asked and Harry shrugged. 

“It’s pretty personal.” That was the only thing Harry could reply with.

“Personal? Harry we’ve come so far along and you chose to say its personal. Big fat liar,” He almost laughed, “come on, just sing it to me. I promise I won’t judge you.” 

“Just drop it, Draco.” 

“Harry, please. I want to hear your voice, its my favourite.” He said and Harry’s heart undeniably fluttered loudly in his chest. 

“You’re just saying it for the sake of it.” 

“No, I do love your voice, I really do. I could fall asleep listening to your voice.” He replied and his heart fluttered again. 

And yet he shook his head. 

“You’ve changed. You didn’t use to do this before.” 

“Well, we’re supposed to,” He said but then Draco pulled his face into that small sad face that made Harry want to hug him tighter than anything in this world and Draco knew he had this affect on him which is why he did it. He have always been someone Harry could never say no to and Draco always took full advantage of that when opportunities like this came.

“If I sing, would you stop whining?” Harry asked raising his eyebrows. 

Draco’s face pulled up with excitement and he nodded. 

With a sigh Harry picked up the guitar and after tuning the guitar right, he played the song, with hesitation at first and then without fear. He looked in Draco’s eyes all the while he sang. Draco’s face turned into a soft one but only when it came to the bridge did he finally realise it. Harry kept playing nonetheless even after seeing Draco’s face turn into more of a frown, he kept playing until it came to the close and when he stopped playing, he kept his guitar in his hand, waiting for Draco to say something. 

“You- you wrote this?” 

Harry nodded. 

“That was about me, wasn’t it?” Draco asked with a sad smile. 

Harry cleared his throat and kept the guitar aside then while rubbing his hands he said, “Yeah, but it was nothing. It was an unfinished song from time ago.” 

“You wrote about me? Me?” Draco was almost in shock, his voice almost giving up but Harry didn’t understand why was Draco so shocked. Why was it hard for Draco to believe that he wrote a song about him because honestly, Harry would write 10,000 songs about Draco and even that would be less. Draco was always his inspiration and it shocked Harry that he didn’t know it already.

“Of course.” Harry replied without taking his eyes off Draco. 

“You still write about me?” Draco’s voice grew more softer and his hand unconsciously reached for Harry’s and Harry allowed him to hold his hand. 

“yeah- sometimes.” Harry hesitated. 

“But I thought- I thought- Harry, You know, we can’t be-” 

“yeah, I know. We’ll never be the endgame, I know, I know Duncan is your endgame but I can’t help what I feel, Draco and even If I don’t even feel that way anymore, it’s easier to write about you.” Harry replied, looking down at their hands, Draco’s hand caressing his own. 

“Oh, Harry. I- I don’t want to do this to you.” Draco said, reaching forward to caress his face, his thumb softly grazing his cheek.

“Do what?” 

“This. You hurt your own self.” Draco said with pity lacing his voice. 

“I don’t.” Harry almost sternly replied but his voice gave him away. 

“I do love you Harry- I hope you know that-” 

“Just not the same way, I know Draco.” Harry replied, looking away from Draco. 

Draco sighed and he bought up Harry’s hand to his own lips and kissed the inside of his wrist softly, “You will always be the one I loved. Always. Always my best one.” 

“Yeah.” Harry choked. 

He took his hand away with a jerk from Draco and got up quickly, his emotions betraying him and tears blocking his vision. 

“Harry-” 

“I have to go home.” 

“Harry-” 

“Draco, please- I just need to be with myself.” and with that Draco let go of Harry’s hand and he allowed him to go towards the door. 

“Harry?” 

“Yeah?” 

“You know I mean it when I say that if you had came in my life before, I’d had never not chosen you. You were and will always be my right person wrong timing.” 

“Yeah.” Only in all the timings that exist, Draco was still his right person and will always be, all the time. 

This was a very impulsive last minute metro ride prompt and I’m unsure how this turned out.

Requests open.

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.

So far my day today:

Feeling dead

Slipped from the sofa and fell on the floor.

Having crisis to pick myself back up

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “rewrite the stars” (350 words, M) - I’m going to have this song stuck in my head for days.

Waking up to Harry Potter in his bed was something Draco knew he’d never tire of. Fingertips traced patterns on his lower back, Harry’s heartbeat a steady rhythm in his ear.

“Morning,” Draco murmured, placing a kiss on the tattooed lilies that adorned Harry’s chest. 

“I don’t want to hide this anymore.” Harry’s voice was gruff, as if he’d been steeling himself for this admission. 

Draco pressed up, searching out Harry’s eyes with a frown. “I thought we said—”

“Fuck what we said, Draco. That was two years ago, when we were just fucking. This hasn’t been just fucking for a long time, and I’m tired of the secrets and the lying. I love you. No one else gets an opinion.”

“Except they do, Harry. Your family, the public. Everyone will have an opinion.” 

Harry pulled him in closer. “Why do you care so much about them?”

“You think I don’t want this?” Draco shook his head, arching away from the familiar heat of Harry’s body. “It’s easy within these walls. We’re just Harry and Draco here. But out there? You’re their Saviour, and I’m the Death Eater. They’ll never let us be happy.”

“They don’t get to dictate our happiness or our future, Draco. We write our own stories. And I want you in mine. Main character.” Harry’s eyes were bright and unrelenting.

Draco felt tears stinging his own eyes. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to burrow into Harry’s arms or run screaming for the hills. “They’re going to scare you away,” he whispered. 

“Draco, no.” Harry tilted his chin up and kissed him, holding his gaze. “I know who you are, all the darkest parts of you, and I love all of it. I know all of the mountains you’ve had to climb to become the man you are today. I’m not letting go of you—not now, not ever.

“Trust me,” he said, kissing Draco again. 

Draco exhaled shakily. “Merlin, okay. I do trust you. You’re going to have to be brave for the both of us, though.”

“I won’t let you down.” Harry grinned. “I promise.”

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