Draco : You Look Good Today.

Draco : You look good today.

Harry : *rolling his eyes* Okay, no need to be sarcastic. I'll change the shirt.

Draco : *confused* I really meant it. It looks good on you

Harry : Oh my god, you complimented me- babe- are you fine?

On the other side

Microfic word requested: I'm sorry

AU: Harry didn't survive the war

He picked on the green grass aimlessly, almost out of his own consciousness. He had been sitting there for a while, actually he felt like he hadn't moved from that place in months, almost like he never moved but it's not true at all, he moves, he leaves but he comes back around over and over as if it's home. He doesn't know if anyone else knows that he comes here, if anyone ever sees him coming here or if anyone care he comes here but he never gave attention to that thought all that much but maybe somewhere someone knows that he goes and sit over the grass and never says anything but just sit there.

But that day it was different. For the first time it felt like sun has overstayed it's visit, the wind was not cold and the flower's were more alive than they had been for a long time. There was something about that day that was brighter than all the rest of the days, it somehow didn't make him feel alone.

He kept staring at that flower wreath kept just before the engraving,

"Harry Potter 31 July 1980 - 2 May 1998.

There never lived anyone like him."

He doesn't know who keeps that lily wreath there everyday but someone does and he appreciates it. He always liked lilies.

He felt it when he seemed to smile for the first time in months. He didn't understand himself, why he smiled in that moment but he did and he kept smiling until he found himself talking,

"I don't know why I come here," he pauses for a while then continues again, "I think my friend's think I'm crazy or something that I disappear in between the day everyday or I suppose they don't care about it at all." And he paused again, he plucked on the grass again and twirled it in his fingers, then continued, "I think you would've cared."

There was nothing but silence then, nobody who heard him, nobody to talk to but he kept looking at the grave wondering what it'd be like if Harry was still here.

"I wish we could have become friends. I don't suppose you'd ever believe me but I was never that bad, I always hoped you'd had seen that part of me that cared for you behind the curtains. I can't even pin the amount of times I was worried at the thought of you possibly dying almost every year-" and if only he had said that, his breath choked him then, the lump in his throat grew gradually and he fought his voice to say something. He had to say those things today, he had to.

But he never saw the tears coming, but there were.

"I wanted you to know that I cared, you know, that behind everything I really owed you a lot and it kills me that I could never repay you anything back. I- or nobody understands why I come here or why I sit here but I think it's my grief- everything that I couldn't give you... I- I wish you were here," And he chuckles for a moment, "You would really think I'm crazy to say something like this if you were here right now but I really do wish you were here. I want to show you that I've changed, that I've really changed a lot and there's really nobody out there who would see that change in me but you. I think out of everyone I want everyday in my life, you're the most of what I want but it kills me that I can't even see your face anymore. I wasted so much time trying to pretend that I hated you, trying to pretend better I was better than you when all along but I've run out of time, out of course- I- I just really loved you, Harry. I loved you all along. I- i don't wish to live a life where you're not there and there's just so- so much I wish I could fix, I wish it so much that I could save you, I think I could've. I wish it were me who died and not you." He was whimpering holding onto himself, hugging his knees, holding himself closer to his body as he ever could because he needed to feel that warmth, he needed to feel any closeness that just didn't exist anymore but he really wanted it but no matter how much harder he hugged himself, it didn't work because the one he wanted to hug didn't exist anymore. He had died battling for his people..

That day he finally cried and he cried a lot and he told the grave of Harry a lot of things he didn't say to his own self but he did that. All that he grieved was all his love that never got anywhere. He imagines that he just wanted a life with him where they would be happy, he wanted a life where he could show Harry that he could be better, where they were friends or maybe even more If Harry would've wanted it, he imagined a life where Harry lived.. but that life didn't exist, in fact what existed was the mortality of Draco and immortality of his love because he would never love anyone as much as he loved Harry.

He wanted to curse everyone who was responsible for Harry's death, make them suffer but his anger was all the love he never got to show but most of all he was mad at his own self, mad at what he couldn't do, mad that he wasted all of his life when he could've loved Harry.

But none of it made sense anymore, the tears, the anger, the disappointment, the wishes, the hope because Harry wasn't here anymore and that was the only thing Draco had to learn how to make peace with and he perhaps would but right now, he was hurting, he was really hurting and he only hoped that maybe one day that hurting would finally stop.

His whimpers came to a close when the sun started settling and clouds overtook the sky. It was time to go, he had to go back into the castle and pretend again that he was okay when he knew he wasn't but he lingered a few more seconds, stayed seated a couple more seconds but all of it finally came to an end when there was nothing more left to do. He stood up, holding onto his robes closer to his body and in his broken voice he uttered a few simple words,

"I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry it was you."

And he left with hopes that one day he'd meet him on the other side and then they would be all that they couldn't be.

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Blankets in living room

I know this isn't exactly the best of what I could write but I wrote this as a fast request for my dearest dumbass who got sick <3 (@drarrywords ) I hope you like it// fluff//

"hello?"

"Draco, can you do me a favour-"

"You're sick, aren't you?"

Harry huffed on the other end of the phone, he knew there was no way he could pretend to be fine and get away with it cause Draco already caught him in his act, he was going to anyways.

"Harry?"

"Yeah fine, I am. I caught a cold last weekend and now I just have fever."

Draco didn't say anything for a minute but Harry could bet 100 percent that it was because he was packing up everything at his office to come to him.

"Draco?"

"I'm coming over and don't you dare move from your bed. I have the spare key, I'll get in myself. Stay under blankets, wear something cozy, get comfortable. You better be under blankets when I come over, Harry."

Harry grinned on his side and simply replied, "Yes, sir."

"It's not funny, Harry. You don't realise how low regard you have of yourself." Draco huffed.

Harry heard the clinking of the keys on Draco's side which meant he was going to be there very soon.

"I never said it's funny and I do have regard for myself."

"You do not. Shush- I'm coming over."

And within minutes Draco was at his place and like he said, he entered with the spare key he had and the first thing he did was enter his bedroom and checked Harry's temperature.

"Hello to you too." Harry finally said.

Draco set the thermometer aside and said, "This is not good, Harry. Why didn't you tell me before that you didn't feel good enough? I would've bought you some soup and- gosh you went to work yesterday, right? When you knew you were about to get sick, why would you? You know what I actually should've known, you didn't even sound well last night on the call. Sometimes I swear Harry, you make the dumbest move and the worst part is you don't even care for your own self, you hardly ever do and I keep telling you to take care of yourself but no, you don't even want to listen to me. Happy now that you're sick and have to stay under this pile of blanket for 3 days?"

"3 days?"

"Do I look like someone who's gonna let you move from your bed until you're absolutely fine?" The fact that Draco had a deadpanned look on his face made it all the more funnier.

"Draco, you don't have to do this you know-"

"Are you really that dumb? Who's going to take care of you if I leave?"

"I can take care of myself."

Draco rolled his eyes and kissed his cheeks, "You really can't."

"I can."

Draco just shook his head and tucked Harry into the blankets, checked his socks and went outside the room leaving Harry be for some time and when he came back, he came back with a bowl of soup.

"You better finish all of this. I know you didn't eat well at all."

Draco helped Harry sit straighter, pushing pillows behind his back and he himself sat by his side.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have to do-"

"Soup." And he didn't let Harry talk anymore.

After drinking the entirety of soup and giving him his medicine, Draco tucked Harry back in again.

"Just rest now, I'll take care of the rest."

Harry smiled lightly at Draco because he knew exactly what Draco actually felt like. Despite that Draco was 100 percent pissed, annoyed even, there was not a single shred of him that didn't care for Harry with whole of his heart. This was just the way Draco showed how much he cared and this was something Harry only came to learn after a few months of dating when he got in an accident. The thing with Draco was, he would seem annoyed, angry even and probably say a bunch of things but what he truly ever meant was that he cared so much that seeing Harry being sick made him angry that it happened in the first place and right now wasn't much different. Draco was saying bunch of stuff, rambling even, annoyed that is only because he cared for Harry so much that he didn't even know how to express. Of course his love language was weird but that was Draco.

After that, Harry passed out for what seemed like hours and when he did finally wake up, he checked up on Draco first who was sitting outside on the couch, resting his eyes.

"Draco, you can go home."

Draco instantly looked up, "Harry, why are you outside your bed? You can't come out here, it's cold-"

But Harry came and sat down next to Draco, "You can relax. I feel much better now."

"Harry but still-"

"I'm tired of being in the bed and I want to be with you, of course I'm not getting close to you because you'll catch it too but I want to be around you and just please, you don't have act all mad because you and I both know you're not actually mad. It's okay, I got sick, I'll get better as well."

Draco stared at Harry for a moment before he dropped his whole act and moved closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around him.

"I'm just worried."

"I know."

"Draco- you'll catch it-"

"Shush."

And Harry laughed knowing he couldn't do anything else but to let Draco be there because he was just that stubborn.

"I'm not acting mad by the way, i really am mad. You have zero regard for your own self."

"Yeah, but then I have you to take care of me, right." Harry smiled.

Draco chuckled beside him and pulled him even closer as they got more comfortable on the couch, "You always do." And it was true, he always did.

They didn't speak anything after that but just stayed close to each other on the couch, holding close, knowing this is exactly what both of them needed before Harry tried to get distant again only for Draco to pull him back again.

"You really should stay away from me. You'll get sick."

"It'll be worth it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, dumbass."

Harry couldn't control his smile anymore, nor did he try to get anymore distant because it was absolutely useless and also because he loved this idiot more than he ever realised, more than he ever said. He just did.

And Draco did him.

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I think it's very visible how much of a comedian you are @drarrywords

I'm just bewaring the audience before they choose to become your friend 😶

So this is what being friends with @drarrywords is like, In case someone wants to befriend this person....

Gonna go dig a grave because i didn't expect you to admit that... 😶

rach (@sorry-i-ship-drarry), the loml, the light of my eyes, you're a dumbass

Can we choose who to love ?

I’m sure other people have more in depth & philosophical ideas about this topic but it is far too hot & I am far too tired currently to think about it deeply. I’ll take a crack at it though.

No, I don’t think we can choose who we really love. I think you can navigate it slightly through who you generally find attractive, but when it comes down to it, I find that love usually isn’t grown expectantly. Of course, through experience, people can choose to ignore attraction or leave it behind, but I believe we are designed to heal & to find love, whether that be romantic, platonic or just the love of living. Love can just emerge out of the blue, out of our control, I think.

Good question