Put Your Favorite Underrated Song In The Tags (like A Song By Whatever Band/artist That Isnt As Popular

put your favorite underrated song in the tags (like a song by whatever band/artist that isnt as popular as it should be)

tuck a cloud up under my chin

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “lullaby”. the lullaby here is an actual song that i used to sing at summer camp- i couldn’t find a recorded version that’s sung that way i know it, but it’s a really beautiful and almost haunting melody. wc 304, rated G, no warnings. thanks to @lou-isfake for lookin over this!

“Bed is too small for my tiredness…”

“Hm?” Harry murmurs as he blinks into consciousness, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. He’s wrapped in warmth, and as he shifts a gentle hand comes up to cradle his cheek.

“Shhh,” Draco whispers, and Harry immediately settles back down into his husband's arms. “You were restless, I’m just singing. Go back to sleep.”

“‘Kay,” Harry whispers back. He tucks his nose into the crook of Draco’s neck, drifting back to a half-sleep as Draco’s hums low in his throat and pulls Harry closer. After a few moments of quiet, Harry shifts again. “Will you keep singing?”

“Oh,” Draco says softly. “Yes, alright.” He clears his throat as though embarrassed. Perhaps he is– Harry has only ever heard him sing along to the radio. Not like this, in the tender darkness of their room, his only accompaniment the hush of the winter wind outside.

“Give me a hillside of trees,” Draco sings, his voice low and wavering but true on the lilting notes. “Tuck a cloud up under my chin. Lord, blow the moon out please.”

“Where’d you learn this?” Harry asks against Draco’s skin.

“Hmm. My mother. It’s an old Muggle song, I think. She told me it was our secret.”

“‘S nice,” Harry says, heavy with sleep, and Draco exhales a soft laugh.

“There’s another verse.” Draco clears his throat again, singing along the same melody as before. “Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams. Sing me a lullaby of leaves. Tuck a cloud up under my chin. Lord, blow the moon out please.”

A realization coalesces in Harry’s mind, tender and lovely. “Do you always sing to me when I have nightmares?”

“I– I do,” Draco says softly, and Harry pulls him close, wrapped up in this gentle love.

Reblog and put in the tags how many songs you’ve liked on Spotify .

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When Harry and Hermione came back to Hermione's place, Draco and Ron were nowhere to be found.

It wasn't a worrisome thing per se. Draco and Ron had learnt to get along pretty well during the last five years.

Actually, sometimes, even more than well.

That was the worrisome part.

"'Mione?" Harry said, looking around the living room first, and the kitchen then, where Hermione was already unpacking the groceries.

"Yeah, I've noticed it too. They've disappeared. I don't want to discover what it is this time. Can you?" She asked with a smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes and wandered through Hermione and Ron's house which, admittedly, was rather big. Three floors and a basement and yet Harry couldn't find Draco nor Ron.

In the end, he found them in the garden, right out the backdoor.

"Tell me this isn't true..."

"Oh, Harry!" Ron exclaimed as he tried to disentangle a wire. "Look what we bought!"

Harry looked as Draco pressed button after button of their apparently new vacuum.

"Draco...why?"

Draco looked up from the vacuum with a dreamy face. "You should have heard the guy selling this! He told us so many great features--"

"--yeah, it cleans tiles, wood, rugs," Ron said.

"And it has four different types of sucking function," Draco concluded with a wicked grin and a wink to Harry. Ron fake-gagged. Harry snorted.

"You do know that we're wizards, yes? And this is a muggle device that works with electricity which we don't..." Harry scrubbed a hand over his face. "You know what? It's okay. Have fun."

He returned to the kitchen: Hermione had already put the lasagna into the oven. The muggle oven Ron and Draco had bought last time they remained alone together.

"What is it this time?" Hermione asked, a grin already spreading on her face.

"A vacuum."

Hermione snorted. "You'll take that one. We already have the oven, the toaster, and the 'the seller said it was a very convenient price, Mione!' cooking machine."

Harry sighed. "Fine." He looked outside the window and saw Draco and Ron waving their wands pointlessly at the vacuum.

And resigned himself at a life full of mostly non-working muggle devices.

we get used to it.

does it really get better? or do we just get used to it?

Draco: My husband and I have decided to never sleep being angry with each other.

Harry: We've been awake since Friday.

Draco: WELL IF SOMEONE COULD AGREE THEY WERE WRONG-