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Da Capo - part 2
(Part 1 )
Andante (Italian: 'walking'). Meaning the music should be played at a walking pace. Not too fast or slow.
" this is it. The top of Eiffel tower " harry waved his hand in open motion to where they stood right on the top floor of it.
Draco moved past harry to the railings and stared wide eyed at the view " harry"
" this" he turned " this isn't just nothing. This is beautiful " he grinned turning around back to the view drowning himself in the flickering lights of the passing cars and the roads and buildings that looked so small.
" I've seen more beautiful things " harry Replied as he walked forward and stood next to Draco, leaning over the railing.
" how can you not love this ?" Draco asked turning only a little to see Harry.
Harry followed his gaze to the little people on the ground, all scattered like little ants crawling on the mud..
" I've loved many beautiful usual things, but they are like a temple, people know about this, I want to love something that is only my own or something only the locals know about"
Draco wondered if only for a moment if by that he meant him but he never dared to ask, he didn't allow himself to dwell in the past.
They stayed there in the silence as Draco took pictures from of everything that was Beautiful to him until he put his camera away and turned to harry.
" let's see what's beauty to you "
Harry smiled for a moment before he took his hand and disapparated to the first spot harry could think of.
" hotêl de ville" harry announced as they walked through the backstreet and to the location harry desired to be in.
" that's a a carousel harry "
" I know " harry nodded grinning " wanna ride ?"
Draco chuckled before he nodded and harry took two tickets and stepped inside the golden lit carousel with mere a few kids in the late evening and the beige of the horses offering harmony and solace to their eyes.
" I thought you liked thing's that weren't known to people "
Harry seated on the horse and turned to Draco with a small grin " okay maybe just this one thing. Just get on it and enjoy the ride "
Draco shook his head, getting on one of the horse's besides harry and gripped onto the sculpture of the molding.
" I don't get it " Draco announced a few minutes later after they had begun the ride.
" close your eyes " harry mumbled.
" what!" Draco asked, his voice echoing in the fast wind passing through them.
" close your eyes and feel it " harry announced once again and this time Draco did close his eyes and felt it.
" you feel this wind, this light that burns in your shut eyes, the sound of the carousel moving and the bell ringing, the feeling of floating. You can never feel this on top of the Eiffel tower or notre dame. It's one of a kind " Harry opened his eyes and turned to see Draco smiling with his eyes closed, his chin held high.
" this place reminds me of I've grown upto fast to enjoy what I should've, how people are seeking the glorious ageing without stopping to halt for a moment to enjoy this"
Draco turned to see Harry looking through the carousel to the crowd outside walking by probably judging them for being in the carousel.
" we deserve a break. All of us " Draco responded.
" We're all made of glass, not of metal, too fragile yet the strongest to exist " harry whimsically rhymed along as he tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling filled with the golden and rose of Beautiful paintings.
" you still write ?" Draco asked staring at harry but he didn't reply. He just smiled.
" ready to go to the next place ?" Harry asked after a few moments of knowing Draco has captured the ride on Polaroids.
" ready as ever "
And they went back to the same alley and disapparted to love lock brigde in Paris.
" this is basically a love lock brigde, how can you be the only one to admire it's beauty " Draco asked as he held up the camera high and clicked a few more pictures.
" shush, you talk too much. Just watch " harry smiled as he stood in the Middle of the bridge, Draco next to him.
" what am I supposed to watch ?"
" people, promises, a few being broken, love, everything, wishes, hope " harry replied " this is the only place in the world where you see everything and yet fail to see everything "
Draco breathed until his little curved lips turned into a bigger smile and watched as people put locks on the bridge and throwing away the key in the river.
" I come here when I forget that love exist " harry announced a few minutes later.
" you forget love exists ?" Draco asked curiously.
" don't we all ?" Harry questioned back.
Draco resumed watching harry for a few moments before a blacksmith walked by them and Draco decided to buy a lock.
" mercì" Draco replied with a smile and walked to the side to find a spot.
" what are you gonna wish for ?" Harry asked
" everything and nothing " Draco replied smiling before he found one spot at the bottom, put the lock and threw away the key into the water.
" have you ever put a lock here ?" Draco asked.
Harry gave him the tiniest of smile before he marched forward Draco watching him as his shoes knocked the bridge with the smallest of sound and the clinking of his watch dangling on his wrist until he halted and Draco joined him.
" I was about to put a lock here " harry replied finally
" why didn't you ?" Draco asked.
" because I had no promises to wish for " harry replied staring at the glistening water.
" not even one ?" Draco asked. Harry didn't reply.
" next place ?" Harry asked suddenly.
Draco nodded with a small smile and the disapparted from where they came from to the final spot of the evening..
" river seine " Harry announced.
" take of your shoes " harry demanded as he he took off his own.
" why ?" Draco asked
" just do as I say " harry rolled his eyes in a soft roll, lifting his shoes and socks in his hand and walking over to the bank of the river.
Draco followed harry taking off his shoes and following him to the bank.
" sit " Harry patted the spot next to him, putting his feets under the water, wiggling his toes due to the effect of cold water before he adjusted to its temperature.
" isn't the water cold ?" Draco asked as he reluctantly sat by Harry
" a bit. You'll get used to it " harry replied looking down at the water, smiling to himself.
Draco hesitated before he inhaled sharply and put his feets in the water " fuck, it's cold" he winced
" don't take them out. It'll be fine in a few seconds " harry chuckled watching Draco adapting to the cold water.
" come on, I've done this in November, be a little brave and stop wiggling " harry teased laughing at him.
" you're a bloody maniac, that's what you are" Draco rolled his eyes as he stopped wiggling his feets too much and let the water flow through them.
" see, it gets better " harry said after a few moments and leaned back, gazing at Draco on his side.
" why this place ?" Draco asked as he leaned forward and watched the view. It was remarkable if Draco had to define it with but it was simple, too simple for someone like him.
" not everything have to have a meaning " harry whispered as his eyes fluttered close, then opened them again to find Draco's eyes pouring into his own.
" it's got to have a meaning, it's your place " Draco pointed
Harry just shook his head smiling, straightening his hand as he looked at the sky above them " not every place. This is just calming. It's beautiful "
" alright " a pause " I'll say what's in it for me. There's a beautiful old couple sitting by the bench on the opposite side, you can see the Eiffel tower from here, the boats look good and it's beautiful "
Harry chuckled shaking his eyes head before he met Draco's eyes again and bit his lip with the softest pluck " okay " he whispered in small coherent words and simply enjoyed the moment.
They didn't talk to each other anymore, or whispered but just relished and found pleasure in each other's presence. It casted a feeling of perhaps basking in the sun with soft breeze only it was night and all was dark but it cultured the same feeling in them and perhaps this is why harry came here, to be pleasured in the two things he loved the most, the warmth of being in the sun and the silence of the night.
" if it's not easy living why don't you just come back ?" Draco finally asked passing his hand through the water then bringing them to push back his hair.
" what's the fun in easy " harry shrugged
Draco frowned at him, then shook his head after a while " you've always loved complications "
Harry stared at Draco with an unknown feeling overwhelming his senses but he hid them too well, like they had been buried under too many layers to be found at the surface " complications find a way to me, i don't ask for them " yet somehow Harry had bitterly replied and shut off his eyes as soon as he had realized the bitterness.
" We're too young to be broken/ too fragile to find wings/too versatile to change/ let me breath In the shallows/let me drown in hollows/ let me be the king of my crown/ let me relish my age/we're too young to be crowned/too broken to be yours own "
" you just wrote this ?" Draco huffed out a surprised laugh.
Harry opened his eyes again, smiling to himself, finding pleasuring in that surprise then finally opening his eyes again, responding " I did "
" so you still write " Draco smirked a little, impressed by the moment's creation.
" what did you think of today ?" Harry finally asked smiling at the same blonde boy sitting by his side in the flowy salmon shirt and the irresistible smile on his face.
" today was nice " Draco replied smiling then turned around to see the water's again.
" today was nice " harry repeated smiling to himself before he too leaned forward and watched the water again.
Part 3
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Da Capo
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.
" you have 2 new messages "
" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "
Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.
" harry "
He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.
" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.
When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.
He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.
Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.
The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.
He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?
It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .
Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.
You can't stop thinking about me .
That's not true.
Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?
You tell me.
He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..
I can't feel anything. A pause.
You're coming?
Do you want me to ?
Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.
" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"
" harry?"
Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.
He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-
" harry, you there ?"
" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"
" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "
" this late at night ?"
" yeah " he breathed.
Harry breathed.
" you called earlier ?"
" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"
Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"
" this weekend "
" I'll pick you up ?"
" that'd be- nice " he breathed.
" okay "
" okay "
They breathed.
" I'll send the details via mail " he added
" okay "
And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.
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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.
Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.
Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.
And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.
" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.
Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.
" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "
Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.
" this isn't awkward, is it ?"
Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.
" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"
Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "
Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.
" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.
Draco nodded " very "
" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.
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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.
But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.
" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.
" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.
" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.
Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.
"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.
" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.
" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.
" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"
" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.
Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"
" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.
" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.
When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.
" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.
" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.
" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked
Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "
" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.
" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.
" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.
" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.
" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.
Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.
" no "
And disapparated.
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Da capo - part 3
( Part 1 & 2 can be Found here )
Crescendo (Italian: 'growing') a gradual increase in volume or intensity of a musical passage.
They sat there on the bank for a long, long time, water washing away through their feets and the cascading silence. They didn't mind, they liked the stillness, the silence, the aesthetic, the observations, it was pleasant all of it to be in each other's presence and just watch, see, and perhaps learn a bit.
" come on, it's gonna rain " harry Suddenly said as a thunder broke out in the sky and put out his feets from water, casting a drying spell over and putting on his shoes but Draco didn't do the same, he just remained there smiling watching the water.
" Draco, it's about to rain. Come on, you'll be all wet "
" and what's wrong with staying?" Draco humourously asked quirking an eyebrow at harry.
Harry shook his head then standing up, dusting off the back of his clothes.
" any minute now " harry warned.
But the minute had passed and it began raining, slowly at first then exceeding into rapid falls. Harry rushed to the side taking shelter under one of the trees yelling for Draco to join but he was still sat there on the bank, his head tipped off and his eyes shut.
Harry shouted for him one last time until he stopped when he saw Draco lie on his back, his arms spread out and just being in the rain. He wanted to yell for him again, even drag him to prevent getting wet but he didn't. Draco in himself was a serenity of the casted snow on the mountain tops or the cherry blossom in the Japanese gardens, and harry didn't wait to enjoy the sight. It was peaceful in a peculiar way but it was peaceful, like the harmony in an orchestra. Harry just watched him wet himself in the rain until it seemed like a much bigger crime to just watch him and went and lied down next to him, his arms spread out, his feets back in the water, his hair sticking to his forehead and his glasses casted off to be prohibited from getting wet.
" so you realised this is nice " Draco teased after a while turning his head to harry.
" no, but if someone walked by, at least they'd call the two of us idiot's and two idiots is better than one " harry replied with a small smile and his eyes shut.
" you're a pathetic liar " Draco chuckled.
" be it " harry replied, taking off his glasses and shoving them in his pockets.
" why are we getting wet by the way ?" Harry asked
" not everything have to have a reason. It just felt right " Draco shrugged, brushing his hair off his forehead.
Harry hummed in a response. But this might've held a reason to harry that he didn't like to speak out loud, afraid of how he'd let too much out, but to him it felt like baptising himself again but only it wasn't getting rid of sins, it was letting go of everything and imagine himself on a cloud that took him home. He allowed himself to feel the gravelled ground to be grass and his legs dipping into some other river in some others country and all this surrounding was nothing but a huge, large Field of daffodils or wheat or paddy or anything but just something that bought peace in its existence. He allowed himself to let himself float with the feeling of being in a canvas painted by someone who loved monsoon, he let himself be.
" do you believe in reincarnation ?" Draco asked suddenly.
Harry shook his head then realising Draco wasn't watching him and replied with a simple no.
" I believe everyone dies of dementia " harry could faintly hear, sense how his lips had turned into a little curve to form into a small smile as if he couldn't believe in himself that he was saying this.
" dementia? Why ?" Harry asked curiously as he shifted his body a little to get more comfortable.
" Because then we forget. We will not remember anything from our pastlife or won't take anything to our next life " Draco replied..
Harry wanted to laugh it off but it did seem like a relevant happening that might occur " what about people who die of cancer or tuberculosis or natural death without dementia or without any signs of dementia ?"
" that's all different. What I mean is when you're dying or in the process of dying then your perhaps try to keep everything to yourself or try to retain memories just so you could see them one last time but just when you take your last breath, because you're remembering everything, you forget everything as soon as you stop. It's like you stored everything in your one life like storing in a box and you will never see them again and it's beautiful in a way but that's just a way of saying that Everyone dies of dementia " Draco explained.
This time harry didn't feel like laughing or humourously making it into a Limerick but finding it oddly satisfying theory of why if reincarnation happens we don't remember anything. When Harry opened his eyes again to see Draco, he had still kept that tender smile on his face as if it didn't matter if harry was here anymore or not, he just enjoyed anyhow it was. And somehow harry just knew that if he were dying which memories he would remember a minute before dying even if some of them were the worst.
" I've heard that during childbirth we come out crying Because we remember all our pain, our suffering, our death from pastlife and then we forget " harry added to this reincarnation topic.
" I mean, it's possible who knows, we don't remember child birth do we!? And maybe we don't remember childbirth because it's also painful. It's intriguing how people have so many theories About things we can properly define, about things we can't possibly measure on " Draco spoke.
" what's your most favourite theory ?" Harry asked him still watching how Draco not even for a second opened his eyes.
" the zues mythology " Draco replied
" the one where it says that we all had four arms, four legs but were divided into two before we begin our life and spend the rest of our layer lives trying to find our other half " Harry smiled remembering the first time they had read that myth together in a secluded corner of an unknown library.
" what I like about it is, is the part where we spend the rest of our life trying to find our other half. It's a beautiful way to put it " Draco replied.
" I find these theories absurd " harry scoffed, wiping his eyes then staring up at the sky after having put his spectacles on.
" why not!?" Draco finally turned his face to watch harry dismissively waving his hands in the air, his finger shaped in L, aligned the right of his forefinger to the left of thumb of left and vice versa as if trying to make his hand into an imaginary camera.
" theories are just presumption and unless its factual, I don't want to believe in them " harry shrugged, bringing his hands back to his side and turning to see Draco.
Draco offered him a little smile before he sat upright, pushing his hair back and speaking again " I miss when we were kids "
" why ?" Harry asked from where he was laid down.
" Because then we believed in all sort of things, we believed in a chocolate house, fairies, angels, Santa. We are in such a rush to grow up that we forget what it was like to wait up every Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to arrive and fulfilling our wishes because nobody was ready to tell us that we are the only ones who can fulfill our wishes " Draco explained then turned around completely to face Harry.
Harry only thought for a moment, and in one spontaneous second it hit him how he too used to stay awake every Christmas Eve and wished to be loved, to be away from the Dursleys.
" it's easier when we're kids " harry sighed as he too sat upright staring behind Draco.
" it is but just because we grow up doesn't mean we have to forget the part about Santa's, we may not believe in it but everytime we see a kid who does something bad, we just automatically say that this year Santa won't give you any gifts " draco chuckled at the last part, making Harry's face light up in a little smile too.
" we just grew up harry, we just grew up " Draco huffed then finally stood up, Dusting off the back of his clothes and Walked towards for the main road. Harry immediately stood up and ran behind after him, letting the words sink through in, they all Just grew up.
They walked for a few more miles in silence like something between them had dissolved and there was nothing more left to be spoken but to feel the warmth radiating between them, just listening to the squeaking of their shoes together against the ground and feel of water dripping down their necks and into their shirts. They remained silent for as long as Harry remembered until they were passing by a small restaurant and suddenly he had realised how hungry he was.
" you hungry ?" Harry asked as he halted in his steps.
" I can eat " Draco plucked his bottom lip in a small frown, nodding along.
" let's go then" harry said and walked through, crossing the street and, drying himself and walking into the restaurant with Draco following him after performing the same routine.
Draco waited till harry talked in hushed Whispers until he had returned.
" roof is the only place we can eat. What do you think ?"
Draco thought for a moment about the soggy food and the wet smell but then realised he might never have that opportunity again.
" works for me, we'd just cast an umbrella "
Harry nodded then nodded again at the guy behind the reception and followed him upstairs.
They seated right by the palisade offering the view of the heart of Paris and if looked closely a bookshop very nearby and children's park right behind. It could all not have been more better.
" not that bad huh " harry frowned staring at the view.
" how can you not love this city ?" Draco said in hushed tone fondly admiring everything.
" you've been here for 4 days " harry chuckled, watching harry.
" and I still stand by loving this place " Draco replied smiling at harry.
" how can you not love this ?" Draco added.
" I never said I didn't love " harry replied after a moment of having stared at the wall behind Draco.
Draco only wondered if there was something more to his words than he had let on.
Part 4
Honestly want to thank each and everyone of you for being supportive of this fic that I have no idea where is going and loving it nonetheless. A lot of this fic is vaguely inspired by " find me by Andre aciman", therefore do not call me out if sensed something similar.
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Da Capo
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.
" you have 2 new messages "
" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "
Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.
" harry "
He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.
" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.
When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.
He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.
Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.
The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.
He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?
It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .
Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.
You can't stop thinking about me .
That's not true.
Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?
You tell me.
He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..
I can't feel anything. A pause.
You're coming?
Do you want me to ?
Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.
" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"
" harry?"
Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.
He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-
" harry, you there ?"
" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"
" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "
" this late at night ?"
" yeah " he breathed.
Harry breathed.
" you called earlier ?"
" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"
Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"
" this weekend "
" I'll pick you up ?"
" that'd be- nice " he breathed.
" okay "
" okay "
They breathed.
" I'll send the details via mail " he added
" okay "
And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.
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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.
Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.
Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.
And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.
" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.
Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.
" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "
Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.
" this isn't awkward, is it ?"
Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.
" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"
Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "
Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.
" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.
Draco nodded " very "
" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.
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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.
But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.
" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.
" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.
" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.
Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.
"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.
" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.
" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.
" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"
" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.
Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"
" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.
" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.
When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.
" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.
" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.
" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked
Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "
" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.
" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.
" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.
" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.
" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.
Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.
" no "
And disapparated.
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Da Capo - part 5
( Part 1 to 4 )
"Elegy" (French: élégie) A piece of music in the form of a lament ; also refer somewhat figuratively to a nostalgic poem.
It was a bittersweet goodbye as harry likes to think, to watch draco get on the ministry train and to go back to london and in that one moment of watching draco going away harry only allowed himself to think about what they had done the entire week and he realized how little he knew of draco, what did he work as? Why had he came to paris ? was he still living in the same apartment or did he sell it and moved into a new place that wasn’t tainted by the glass-like fragile relationship they had? Was he involved with someone or not ? How’s his family back home ? Does he still go on a sunday morning brunch with his mother and plan on what next to do ? Does he still like to take a long walk in the rain in the secluded streets of Britain ? Or how is that plant harry gave him as a first gift doing now or is it dead, long forgotten like his relationship ?
But the more harry walked out through the ministry doors, he realised it didn’t matter because the lesser he knew about Draco, the easier it was to convince himself that he can’t miss someone he didn’t even know, it was easier to say goodbye when he knew so little of him, it was easier to move on and pretend it was just an old friend visiting him and not someone he used to love, or still loves or never stopped loving, harry never allowed himself to go that deep, he’d stop thinking after the one he used to love. It was easier.
Despite the roaring thunders of that day, harry had still managed to reach back home and settle in after having a long shower and that night when he finally decided to sleep, he realised he didn’t feel what he thought he should be feeling, there was an escape he was searching for from the feeling of hollowness that had suddenly resurfaced after having watched draco leave. He never knew what he should’ve done but tossed and turn until he fell asleep at 4 in the morning.
Harry suspected it should be easier with him gone and reclining back to his normal lifestyle, picking up eggs early in the morning, taking a shower, preparing breakfast then leaving for work, then coming back from home after strolling for normal grocery shopping and listening to the voice messages and more than often just subside into watching TV or reading while dinner and falling asleep. It was a cycle like a revolving loophole harry had made his life to be ever since he settled into paris, a lonely miserable life as though it was a punishment he was unaware of.
It was exactly a month after draco had already left and harry had almost gotten used to being lonely again when he returned home to hearing a voice message.
“ hey, harry, we don’t know if you’re home or not but Arthur just fell sick and it’d be terrible if you didn’t visit, can you atleast try to, i understand you don’t want to come back but just once for ron, ginny, molly, me. Give me a call back when you recieve the message, bye" it was hermione, harry recognised very easily having grown up listening to her. Harry sighed looking at his bedroom then remembered all those time harry had said to call him only in emergencies, he never knew why he wanted to be cut off but he thought that’s what wanted, thought at least.
Harry did call her back and in 3 hours he was leaving paris to go back home once again. He sighed.
He reached the burrow by exactly 9 in the night and was immediately met with worried faced sat at the table, ron’s arm around hermione in a casual comfort.
“ harry, dear “ molly shrieked and immediately wrapped her arms around harry “ you need anything, food, water? Anything “ she asked. Harry gave her a smile almost having forgotten what it was like to be in her embrace.
“ how are you ?” he asked her, emphasising on you and she immediately broke into fits of crying almost startling harry.
“ mum, i think it’d be better if you just took some rest” ron said and helped her into the small bedroom.
Hermione immediately approached harry with a small plate of pies, harry only shook his head “ how’s arthur ?”
“ heart attack, he’s still in the hospital, ginny’s with him”
Harry’s face immediately turns to grimace just to think of how horrible it must be on everyone and he arrived when it was too late.
“ he’s doing fine right now but it’d be good if you visited him tomorrow, he’s pretty conscious “ hermione added and harry nodded thinking it’d be the first thing he’d do tomorrow morning.
“ listen harry, thanks for coming, it really means a lot to Ron even if he doesn’t say anything to you “ hermione lightly brushes her hand over his cheek then grab him a firm hug then let go.
“ i’ll talk to him, i understand he needs me “ harry mutters and hermione nodded.
Hermione takes him to her place and he crashes there for the night but it was more weird to be back than he has assumed to be. If there was one person who was more mad at harry than even draco was ron because of how harry had just fled and harry worried ron probably wil never forgive him for it.
In restlessness harry offers himself to sleep and finally it comes to him at 3 in the night.
When the morning arrived, harry wanders out of the guest room, to get some breakfast before he’d meet arthur, hoping he’d have a chat with hermione before but much to his surprise Ron was standing around the kitchen counter reading newspaper and a coffee mug in his hand.
“ morning “ harry awkwardly said as he stood on the opposite side of the counter. Ron only nodded as if telling him at least he acknowledged him, which was a progress somehow, harry thinks.
“ i was wondering when i could visit arthur, like what’s the visiting time?” harry asked scratching the back oh his neck.
“ now you’d like to visit, when he fell sick “ ron snaps and leaves the room. Harry’s eyebrows spiked up, perhaps he was wrong.
Just then as a rescue Hermione walked and judging by Harry's face she gave him an apologetic smile.
" he'll come around "
" if It were me, I'd do the same " harry muttered.
Harry soon asked her the same question and hopefully didn't meet with a snap as Ron had done but then again Ron deserved to be angry with harry, although a larger part of harry wanted Ron to just be a little understanding, because perhaps harry needed Ron as much as he needed Harry.
Meeting was Arthur was rather pleasant, he was still the same man who adored the muggle artifacts in an adorable way and enjoyed little quips every now and then.
" it's good to have you back harry, we missed you" Arthur had at last said with a warm smile. Whilst harry was leaving the room with the image of Arthur's smile, he wondered was going away ever even worth it? Was leaving behind people disappointed worth it ? Harry knew Hermione was mad at him too but she was too sweet to ever point it out, she still looked at harry as the same boy who needed saving and perhaps somewhere it was an additive reason why harry had left, among many other huge reasons he never allowed himself to ponder on anymore.
" hadn't you said you left because of Draco ?" Ginny has asked him while they were walking back to the burrow as a little detour to get more fresh air and just sharing thing's. He sort of missed this, he realised.
" I did " harry replied
" you know when you left, I thought you'd come back like in a month but when months went by I realised you weren't going to " Ginny had a slight edgy tone and harry understood it, he really did, he had left her too, she deserved to be mad at him.
" to be frank I thought so too " harry replied narrowing his eyes at the sunlight hit him hard in the eyes after having walked from under the shelter of trees and into the open field not a few more miles away from the burrow.
" why didn't you ?" Ginny asked walking along kicking the rock as they walked.
Harry exhaled, running his hand through his hair " I don't know "
Ginny didn't ask anything more. What was left to ask anyways anymore. He hadn't talked with anyone in such a long time, it paid him well that nobody cared to ask anything.
The burrow was already set with lunch tables and Hermione already being present but busy writing a mail and harry immediately took his cue to sit down next to her.
"duties " Hermione offered him a little smile.
Harry chewed the inside of his cheek fidgeting with his fingers when he finally dared ask her " aren't you mad at me ?"
" mad at you ? " She laughed as if it was humourous " why would I be mad at you ?" She asked with a soft laugh turned into smile.
" because I left. Everyone else is " harry shrugged.
She tied the letter to the owl's leg and leaned back into her chair then looked at harry " honestly, I was mad at you "
Internally harry thought, she deserves to be.
" but I don't anymore. I forgave you a long time ago. When you didn't return after a month, my thoughts ran wild and I was very angry at you but you're a young man who's capable of making his own decisions. I understood you wanted to leave, but I can't say I wasn't upset that you chose to reply 3 months later, but I knew you were fine and I know you must've had a reason " she added.
Harry thought why was she being nice to him but somehow it didn't matter, all that mattered was she forgave him when nobody else seemed to.
" they're all just mad because they care about you, not because they hate you for it harry. Ron would kill me if I told you but he's always dead worried about you " Hermione smiles fondly.
Harry's lip turned into a little curve as he thought of all those times Ron and harry had a fight and always ended up resolving, but it soon dissolved into a frown when he realised they weren't teenager's anymore and harry hadn't talked with Ron for more than a year.
When molly announced the lunch had been served, harry only nodded and stared outside the window.
" you coming !?" Hermione asked after a while when Harry didn't join the table.
Harry immediately stood up and joined the table and had the first afternoon lunch he had with a family in a long while.
Was all of it ever worth it ?
Harry chose to stay till the evening after very strong arguments or commands to say by molly until he begged to leave and when molly realised she didn't had any other option but to let him leave, he did leave, only not knowing where.
He strolled across random streets, leaky cauldron, old robe shops, passed by ollivaders, then in Muggle suburbs and before he could've even taken anymore systematic or thoughtful steps, he realised he was standing in front of 12 Grimmauld place.
It still as bold and strong as ever and it still resonated screeches of portraits when the door Hinges creek everytime he opened a new door. In his lonely times when Harry has often stood on the balcony watching a very similar looking bungalow across street like Grimmauld place, he was thought about selling it but no matter how many Times he had tried to pick up the phone to call estate agents, he has failed to dial the last of the number and would rest the phone back. There was something that would cling onto him, something he could feel inside himself that would make him realise how incredibly wrong it would be to sell the place, it was always a reminder of what he's been through and what yet he have to go through but most of all he didn't think he could ever sell the place no matter even if he died, he couldn't, it'd be taint on Sirius's tribute. It reminded him of the past sometimes, past he couldn't move on from.
Harry dusted off one of the rooms and Decided to run one last time to Hermione's place and pick his stuff and stay in the Grimmauld place for as Long as he was here.
" but harry it's a dingy place, it's not even been cleaned in ages, god knows what's inside the house anymore. We can perhaps clean it tomorrow-"
" mione, if he wants to stay there let him, not like he'd listen anyway " Ron had Snapped.
For a moment, Harry's blood boiled and he wanted to snap back but he decided he deserved this.
" you will listen to me harry, I don't care. Until and unless I see the place after its cleaned you will not stay there and it's an order " Hermione sternly said. Harry had always been slightly Afraid of her wrath, it was dangerous sometimes but he knew inside the exterior she would always be someone who cares for him and then he just simply obliged, not having enough energy to fight back anymore.
When finally the night came and they had dinner in silence at their place, Harry had left much before he could've been involved into small talks, he left as soon as he was done with his food, quite sadly, Ron didn't fail to notice, however neither of them stopped harry when he slumped back inside the guest room.
Was any of it even worth it!? Was it worth this loneliness ?
followed up Part 6
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(Missed last night update because I was reading running on air, I should be excused )
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Da Capo
Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
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Usually Harry is back at home by evening but its almost 10 and he isn't back yet, Draco starts to worry and contacts everyone but got no news of him. Harry arrives just before midnight and draco is not in good state. As soon as draco sees him he hugs him and starts crying. Harry is late because he planning something for draco.
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I didn't know how to write this without making this a cliche but perhaps it's supposed to be cliche, I tried my best.
Fidus Amor
Fluff | domestic | Comfort fic
Draco checks outside the kitchen window like a usual routine to see if harry had reached but to his surprise he hadn't, Draco only frowned to himself but didn't thought much about it assuming Harry must be stuck with some last remaining work, he let it be and continued cooking the dinner but lost in making the curry, Draco didn't realise when the clock stroke 10 in the night. He frowned as checked outside the window again but still nothing more unusual than it was 1 hour ago. He turned off the last of stove and placed the dinner on the table, hoping that Harry would enter just then and apologize for being late and ramble on about how there was a chaos at workplace because a niffler left loose but Draco stared at the watch on his wrist, then on the wall, his hand under his chin as he waited for Harry but still no see.
15 minutes later draco picked up a cucumber from the salad and ate, then chewed a few more and ultimately finished the plate of salad but harry still hadn't came home yet. It was unusual of harry to be this late, Draco thought. And just for reassurance when it was finally 10:45, Draco decided to call Ron and Hermione to check if perhaps was at their for dinner that harry might've forgotten to mention this morning but upon calling them, he heard they gave no such invitation and Hermione rambling on behind how they should do the dinner again and maybe go to a new place but Ron had confirmed Draco that Harry left the office pretty soon and nowhere later than 8:30 and wasn't at their place. Reluctantly Draco cut the call ensuring them that everything was fine, when it wasn't.
One by one Draco called everyone on the phone list, the speedial, the people from the pub around the corner, rang the neighbours, called molly too, and for heaven's sake even Ms. McGonagall just in case Harry had managed to reach her out but upon calling almost 15 people at ungodly hour for just a five minute information, he didn't receive any whereabouts of harry because nobody had seen him and told him the same sentence over and over that Harry would come back and Draco had nothing to worry about but that was it, wasn't it, he couldn't help but worry about where Harry had gone.
His mind played the evil card once the clock went beyond 11 and imagined all the worst case scenarios of harry being abducted, fainted on the way that nobody knew of or perhaps harry got lost, or whatever the worst that could happen to him and draco couldn't help but panic and be extremely worried about Harry's whereabouts. He sat alone on the couch, his legs bouncing up and down chewing his fingernails in panic as anxiety washed over Draco like the water at the beach over sand. He remained seated there till the clock stroke 11:20 and just as it went to minute 21, Draco stood up abruptly and paced across the room, opening and closing the door and checking if harry had returned but no matter what he did, nothing offered him peace and that he was nowhere to be seen or heard. He started talking to himself loudly, consoling himself that Harry is absolutely fine and nothing had happened and that he probably just got stuck traveling back in a Muggle transport after all London was a busy City but no matter what he tried he couldn't help but worry more minute by minute. He was just at his last straw almost wanting to burst out and look for Harry himself when the doorknob jingled and harry walked Just Before midnight and stopped dead in his movements and stared at Draco standing in the middle of the living room.
" where the hell have you been ?" Draco snapped loudly knowing he was angry at harry but he couldn't deny the flood of relief that ran through him when and instantly hugged harry almost knocking them both our of the apartment and started crying in his neck.
Stunned by Draco's reaction, he soothed down and tightly wrapped his arms around immediately understanding how he had worried Draco " I'm sorry Draco- I didn't mean to worry you so much "
" well yeah that fixes everything " he sarcastically responded yet didn't release harry even a little bit.
" Draco, I love you but we're at the door " harry smiled
" I don't care " Draco weeped.
Harry sighed lightly and started pushing Draco backward little by little so they could just be inside enough to close the door.
" I had been worried sick about you, you could have just given me a call or owled me or sent a damn mail but you had to be out without telling me. I - I thought- something happened-"
" no- Merlin Draco, no " he sighed as he pushed Draco behind so he could see his face and this time Draco let him.
Harry cupped his face " Its alright, I'm here and I'm so sorry about this. I just- I never wanted you to worry "
" then where were you ? You could've told me instead of all this " Draco whispered.
Harry noticed a dry tear over cheeks and in a sweet moment, he kissed it away then looked at him fondly to realise how much Draco really cared for him and then he said " let me show you something "
Harry took Draco by hands and disapparted to where he had been all evening.
" okay- before you say anything or do, Just know that it's all for good intentions. I wanted to brighten the place up and I know we love our apartment but I know how much you love the big houses, so, I tidied up Grimmauld place " harry explained as he pushed open the door.
" you had been here all this time ?" Draco as he followed behind Harry and into the hallway.
" well yeah but there's more to it. I only started cleaning up this place and I only managed to clean the attic yet, apparently kreacher wasn't very helpful. And I wanted to show you this once it was ready but I think if I don't tell you now, you'd be more worried " harry told.
" tell me what ? Gotta be honest harry, you're scaring me a little bit " Draco said as they walked through the kitchen door and to the backyard and harry disappeared.
" harry ?" Draco called out as soon as he lost sight of harry
" just a second " harry muttered from somewhere and Just then a bunch of scattered lights turned on and harry shone in golden and silver lights from above him.
" harry " Draco muttered as he looked above him, completely awestruck..
" I- know how much you loved those tree house's from the movies and you told me you wished you had one too but since we're obviously too old to be fit into these, but I made one for us and I know we haven't heard from the adoption agency yet but I want that kid to have everything we couldn't have and even everything better. I wanted to show you this after we had heard back from them because I didn't wanted you to get hurt if we get put on hold for long but- I- I think there's no time better. I know I should've waited but ever since we applied I couldn't stop thinking, so I came here almost every night and made this. It's still in progress and it still needs a lot of work but this is a start and I know it would no where be around perfect but it'll be ours- and- I think that's what matters, right ?" Harry hopefully waited for a response but Draco was left speechless, he only suited with staring at harry with such fondness that he perhaps might've never seem him with but just the thought of harry doing this made his heart swell too much that he was worried he'd get a cardiac arrest.
" Draco- say somet-"
" I love you "
Harry's eyebrows spiked up in surprise until his face turned soft and into a grin.
" i don't think I've ever loved you more " Draco said with a small smile and approaching harry.
" well-"
" shush-" Draco placed a finger in his lip with a mischievous smile until he put his hands on Harry's neck and kissed him over the lips softly, showing him in that kiss that he meant the entire world to him, that there was nothing better than this, than them, that how much he loved Harry that he couldn't stop even if wanted to.
" wow " harry chuckled when they separated just as a small joke he could erupt.
Draco rolled his eyes but nonetheless pressed his forehead against Harry's " this is beyond perfect, and that's-because it's ours "
Harry smiled wrapped his arms Draco's torso and pulling him closer if it were anymore possible.
" you could've told me though, I would've loved to help you " Draco said after a while of just having pressed their foreheads together and staring into others eyes.
"I wanted it to be surprise but there's plenty left to do, you can still help " harry shrugged as he turned to the side to watch the tree house.
Draco leaned his head over Harry's shoulder, his arm circling his back " I'd love to "
And harry placed a soft kiss on top of Draco's head, wrapping his arms around the other.
"you'll be a good dad, harry " Draco said after a while, watching harry fondly, his head still on his shoulder.
" so would you. We'll give him or her everything " harry smiled gazing into Draco's eyes.
" everything " Draco said in a faint Whisper only for the words to be delivered just to harry until the wind took it away and they remained there watching the tree house, In each other's presence when there awaited an unnoticed letter in their mailbox from the said agency, but everything could wait, just for this moment, where there was love and nothing else.
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Da Capo - part 7
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He knew that he was doing when he agreed to have dinner with draco and to stay for a little longer and feel normal in a long while but then again maybe he didn't actually know or maybe a much larger part of him just didn't wanted to believe that it was very much real, that he was with draco, again. It was strange how for a few moments it'd feel absolutely normal to be with draco but then it would suddenly be awkward again like it was a flipping switch and somebody was flipping it according to their mood. All of the time he spent with draco he yearned for something he had in the past, the sound of his laugh, the look on his face of mocked shock, the way his eyes used to shut tightly when he'd laugh, how his hands would immediately cover his face while laughing, the little physical touches; harry found himself yearning for it and yet he knew he couldn't because he didn't deserve them anymore but just for a few hours he enjoyed the normality, the space where he hadn't left and they had still been together, just for a few hours it'd vanish that hearts had been broken, that harry has abandoned everything else. Just for a few hours in normality where he could pretend that all of it didn't happen and he was right there to one and half year ago with the same person, same apartment and same warmth like the chords of the songs had never changed and the same folklore was playing on repeat but in reality the folklore has changed numerous time and none of them sounded like coming home.
He entered Hermione's place at almost midnight and was caught by Ron in the process but they had nothing to say to each other but just receive Ron's glare because what better could had been spoken and harry was weighed down with the harsh reality he had managed to escape for a little while and here he was again facing the fact that his best friend didn't talk to him anymore.
Too tired from previous night's events, Harry woke up and entered the kitchen very silently and had almost eaten his breakfast in peace when Ron had walked out of the bedroom putting on his robe. He only threw a look at Harry and left for work. Harry knew then that he couldn't bear the thought of only having conversations with Ron that involved glaring and with that he left for the Weasley's and visited Arthur.
It was pleasing to be there with everyone and Just laugh about at things that seemed funnier then and dwell upon past like the times when harry had returned with broken arms more so than ever that even Madame pomfrey stayed on the edge when harry didn't come by the end of the year to her with some severe Injury. It was all funny while it lasted until Ron and Hermione had come over in the evening and everything had turned awkward again.
" how long do you reckon Ron's gonna be mad at me ?" Harry had asked Ginny when some of the anger had dissolved off Between them.
" I'd say a bit more long frankly but then again you guys have always been buddies who would never be away from each other so it was hard on him to know that you just left " Ginny replied.
Harry stared at Ron at the corner of the room talking to Charlie about something-
" When are you leaving ?" Ginny asked suddenly
" what ?"
" I asked when are you leaving ? It's not like you're going to stay here forever, you are Bound to go to Paris soon because you know that's where you live, so when do you leave ?" She asked, crossing her legs and watching harry tentatively as he thought.
Harry wasn't going to stay forever. All of it was nice while it lasted or was going to last but Ginny was right, he lived in paris now , his job, his new friends, his apartment, his life was there, it was all there even if it wasn't a home, he had to go soon and yet harry couldn't reply, Maybe Because a part never wanted to go anymore, the part that still thought like a kid, like someone who wanted to fix his life and knew what he wanted but there was this other part of him that he was terrified of who constantly told harry that it'll last one day and he knew he had to leave before it got too late, he never knew why but that part was always on a mile high ready to run.
He didn't reply, Ginny didn't bother.
Harry, Ron and Hermione had left altogether for their place but it had never been more strange, Hermione kept telling him that Ron would come around but when exactly was all Harry could think of. He didn't want to leave this time without having a chat with Ron but the more he thought about it the more he realised that it was easier to just not talk with Ron anymore.
But then was it worth it ?! The not talking, would it ever be worth it ?
Harry remained in the not talking zone for another 2 days with Ron and somehow it was driving harry insane by the way Ron was letting out his frustration with the snapping, the Taunting, not leaving milk for him, completing the Crosswords Because he knew harry liked to do them, or just in general annoying him in petty ways and in the beginning harry had assumed that he deserved but the part that didn't always felt lonely yelled at him to confront Ron and talk with him, fight with, hit him but do at least something but he was terrified of everything Ron might be capable of doing if he approached him.
And he might've wanted to plan a well organised conversation with Ron to not have an outburst until the evening of Thursday Harry had received his mail about joining back for work as soon as possible and he was discussing it with Hermione and Ron, as he was present there.
But ron had snapped the moment harry had told Hermione that he needed to go back to Paris and would visit next week or as soon as possible to check upon them.
" it's all pity " Ron droned
" Excuse me ? It's pity ?" Harry turned to ron with a moment's agitation.
" harry- no-"
" no Hermione,let me just know, what do you mean it's pity ?!"harry asked, this time more seriously
" well I think it is pretty clear that you coming here in the first place was a pity show and any of your future visits will also be out of pity or sympathy " Ron snapped mockingly as he got up from the table, taking his plate with him and putting it in the sink.
Harry humorously laughed " I can't believe you actually just said that ? You think I came back here because of pity ? Is that what you think it is then let me just shower you with the money right " harry Snapped
"harry- don't-"
"no, Hermione, don't. He thinks he did one good thing by coming back and thinks it's all fixed but guess what harry, it isn't " Ron angrily cut her off storming off into he living room, harry following him equally angry with ron.
" fixed ? I am sorry, enlighten me with why I need to fix things " harry crossed his arms, egging Ron further.
" enlighten you ? You are as fucking oblivious as you seem then ! You think just because you sucked up to mum , paid dad a visit everyday and helped others out it fixed the fact that you just bloody left and without a goddamn explanation, that is what you should fucking working on fixing "
" you know Ron I thought for once you can actually be supportive of my decision to have me live my fucking life my own way but apparently you can't seem to understand the boundaries-"
" it's not about the fucking boundaries harry, it's about being a fucking terrible best friend"
" oh I'm a terrible best friend " harry raised his eyebrows as he stepped closer to ron and snapped " what are you then because all you did was fucking ignore me, at least I tried to reach you ron, you didn't even fucking reply and I don't know what pile of shit your sitting on to think that you're a saint who did no wrong but it's about time to step down and stop being a fucking bitch and act like a freaking sensible adult that you are. If you truly were my best you'd had asked me how I was to begin with or how hard is it living where nobody knows me or accept my decision to live there "
" oh I get you big time harry. I get the whole living alone is hard and accepting your decision but it doesn't give you the damn right to just go away whenever the fuck you want because you felt like it. There are people who actually care about you-"
" like you fucking care about me-"
" yes I do. I really do fucking care about you and if you just open your tiny little bit of eyes and your shut off brain you'd be able to see all that you left behind just because you wanted to try something new " Ron Snapped
" You think I did all of it because I wanted to try something new ? Or I wanted change " harry Airily laughed and then spat " if that's what you think I did then you don't know me as much as you think you fucking do "
" then tell me why the fuck did you leave and never came back ? Why did you wanted to be so cut off ?!"
" because I don't know alright. I don't fucking know anything about my life. I was getting tired maybe, I was exhausted from the same shit over and over and it felt like trapping myself in a box that I wasn't ready for. I had lived my whole fucking life depending on other people and for once I didn't wanted people to see me as a charity case. Because I wanted to be someone "
The entire room fell silent as harry collapsed on the couch, his hand running down his face and a shaky breath escaping his lips.
" I don't know why I did it or why I never came back but all I want for you is to understand that I need time. I'm still figuring everything out and when I need you the most, I want you to act like you are there and not be mad at me for wanting to live a different way, "Harry added.
Hermione watched the screaming match from the door of the living room and as Ron heavily sat down on the couch next to harry and left out a shaky breath too.
" it's fucking selfish of you, you know " Ron calmly said
" wha-"
" it's selfish that you think you're the only one with problems, you're not. I have my problems too harry, maybe not as big as yours but they were problem's too and when I needed you the most you weren't here and I needed my best friend more than anybody. But I am selfish about you Harry because I can't lose you, you" he swallowed " you're my best friend" Ron explained as he looked at his shoes, leaning back and fidgeting with his fingers.
Harry stared at Ron for a moment as if he was trying to soak in everything and pretend not to be hurt but they both were hurt and it was mandatory for both of them to get hurt Because there was no other way.
" I needed you too. I still need you ron. You're still my best best friend and I just hoped you'd be more understanding because you always have been. There's still so many things I need you with and I know I'd been a terrible friend to leave you and I wish I could change that but i can't" harry replied calmly
Ron bit the inside of his cheek, nodding at harry until a few minutes later harry had broken into a little laughter. Ron didn't understand at first but watching harry laughing had left him Laughing and they laughed for a very long time until they were rolling on the floor clutching their stomachs because it hurt, telling each other to stop laughing.
Their laughter died out like lukewarm water turning cold again but still they were smiling on the floor staring up at the ceiling.
" We fight like a married couple" Ron chuckled.
" We do " Harry laughed again.
Ron sat up immediately after that, watching harry get up and sit straight.
" sorry for being an arsehole" Ron shrugged
" me too " harry replied, smiling.
" oh come on for fucks sake hug it out " Hermione cried as she entered the living room.
They laughed but definitely hugged like they had been met after so Long but then again they had.
" I missed you Mate "
" I missed you too " harry replied.
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" you know, you already are someone harry " Ron had said when they were leaning over the railing on the balcony.
" what do you mean ?" Harry frowned
Ron sighed turning to face harry" you said earlier when we were yelling at each other that you wanted to be someone, you already are someone. You just don't give yourself enough credit "
Harry looked at Ron for a few moments before he bobbed his head " thanks, mate "
" I thought you left because you broke up with draco, or at least that's what I heard, what's the new thing about feeling exhausted ? Were you like not in a happy relationship ?" Ron asked finally
Harry exhales sharply as he fondly stared at the view of the London suburb thinking of all the times draco had managed to make him escape reality. He knew escape mechanism were always supposed to be a thing but to him it was a person, the one man he could skip lives with and find happiness but then there were moments he wished he could even escape draco.
" I don't know Ron. At first I thought I left because of draco, I was happy in the relationship or at least I think so, he was but I don't know what went wrong or what changed but the more time I spend thinking about it the more easier it was to just blame on relationship " harry sighed guilty.
" You've never been the man to seek easy thing's harry. You remember the time when you wanted to just quit everything at the end of fifth year or when the auror training got hard ?"
Harry nodded
" you didn't quit then, you didn't even seek the easiness, because easy always hurts. I think I might understand that it's easier to explain people that you left because of your relationship problem but it's wrong to make draco the blame if he wasn't to be blamed at and I know I never really liked draco enough but he doesn't deserve this, he doesn't deserve to be blamed for something you can't figure out " Ron clutched Harry's shoulder lightly hoping it didn't offend him.
" I know Ron, but it's easier and I'm tired-"
" I know you are. We all get tired sometimes but then that's where we don't give up. Maybe you should try everything again and this time a little more out of your shell and let yourself enjoy without having the terrifying harry inside of you guiding you to be Someone you don't want " ron said calmly.
One and half years apart and yet Ron knew harry like the back of his hand and he thinks he loved this, he thinks he really did.
" He just leads the way, " Harry sighed, resting his hand on his hands on the railing, flinching when his chin touched the cold rod and immediately placed his hands under the chin.
Ron looked straight forward before he replied " they're just parts of you, not the entire you. Lead your own way and things may surprise you "
Thing's always did surprise him, didn't they ?
Part 8
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Da capo - part 6
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Ritenuto (Italian: 'held back')
It was raining.
Harry stared out of the window of the restless night watching the sky pour down over the earthly land. He sat there on the bed, hearing faint hustling from outside in the hallway and the sound of water crashing against the window, he remained there, watching and falling in love. It was easier he realised while his mind wrote down with a quill in his head that Loving was easier, that falling in love was easier, falling out was hard and it's not because nobody tells you how to but because we all fear abandonment, and in love there isn't abandonment. He hates thinking about the night he had to leave Draco because it was easier to just not think about it and even if he hated the easy way, he never complied thinking the hard way because perhaps for once he wanted things to be easy.. Maybe that's why he didn't return, among many other reasons he doesn't know. Among many other reasons he wishes he knew.
He woke up the next morning and being done with morning routine, he realised he had nothing to do. He could visit Arthur but the ward remained close today as he heard clearly yesterday by the nurses. He thought he might go shopping but he always hated the idea of shopping alone. He could maybe take a walk but he couldn't remain on the streets all day and he didn't wanted to disturb the Weasley's anymore, he had already been enough of a trouble to them, in the past and now.
" you could come to the office with me and Ron, they'd love you down there obviously but you can just explore the visitor section"
" ministry is possibly the most boring place to be Hermione " harry rolled his eyes as he shut the last page of the daily prophet and slided the newspaper across the counter.
" it's not all bad alright. Maybe you could even try and patch things up with Ron " Hermione suggested
" I'd much rather not be murdered in his office Hermione " harry replied lazily.
" you can't Just sulk in here harry" she sighed and then just as randomly it hit her " you know what you have to do nothing..but you can help me right ?"
" help you with what ?" He asked strangely curious.
" we have got these old cold cases files that's already been done but nobody is ready to tally them to check which one's closed, which one's are still being worked on and which ones need to be worked on. You can help check them " Hermione suggested.
"I'd rather choke to death mione. I left ministry for a reason " harry rolled his eyes.
" come on-"
" fine" he dragged on " I'll come but I'll be in the visitor's section. I'd wander about and if nothing interests me I'll come back "
Hermione thought for a moment but then nodded and very much regrettably harry left with her soon enough.
Harry was absolutely right about ministry being a very boring place. Hermione was as busy as ever and Ron Definitely didn't wanted to see him, everyone's gawked at him like an old extinct species present in a museum and the visitors section was filled with mostly bunch of kids who came on a trip. Harry was more than ready to just go back home and was walking to Hermione's office when he collided with someone just before her door.
" I'm so sorry- I didn't- Draco?" Harry frowned.
" what are you doing here ?" He asked immediately.
" well- you know I like to walk around here with files and running in circles " Draco joked, harry almost did smile " I work here obviously . I didn't know you were coming "
" oh, Arthur fell sick. I had to visit " harry replied.
" oh " draco replied as though realisation stroke him just then " I heard about that. How is he doing now ?"
" fine " harry nodded.
They remained there awkwardly looking at each other when someone crashed by Harry and his eyes fell onto Hermione's office door.
" listen I - I'm sorry- I gotta go actually. I need to- well talk to Hermione, but meet me soon I guess ?" Harry Suggested.
" oh- no- sure, yeah. Meet you soon then "; harry nodded and walked past Draco, almost about to knock her door when he heard him call out.
" what ?" Harry responded.
" I'm - almost done with work. Wanna go somewhere ?" Draco asked. Harry thought about it for a moment, his mind screaming of how weird it was, how awkward it would be and how incredibly wrong it was to see your ex boyfriend just as a friend.
" sure " instead harry replied.
" wanna come in my office then. I just need to-"
" sure " harry smiled cutting him off before Draco could've even explained but then it didn't matter and they walked into Draco's office.
" potioneer then " harry nodded as he entered his office.
" yeah, I got the opportunity last year and I thought why not. Hermione suggested me. Thanks to her" Draco dismissively replied stashing his files into his bag and locking.
" so why didn't you call when you came ?" Draco asked as he wore his coat, checking his pockets one last time.
" I just came actually, a day before yesterday and things had been busy with making up- meeting everyone and- just things " harry replied pocketing his hands.
Draco understandingly nodded and walked them out of the door.
They made a few small talks as they walked out of the ministry and strolled across a few more streets.
" so- you sold the apartment ?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco looked at harry for a moment before he realised what he meant and shook his head " it's already hard enough to find apartments here, I couldn't afford losing another and I mean it's not that apartment was the reason for everything, right "
Harry understandingly nodded but somewhere they both were welcomed with the fact of how strange it was to be like this, they were pretending maybe but it wasn't easy to just forget everything and yet both were playing their parts to the best.
They walked silently a few more streets both thinking of the same thing yet none dared to bring it up again, after all they had decided that they won't be the ex's who can't be friends.
" you wanna come over to my place, for dinner, maybe ?" Draco offered.
Harry wanted to say no, even almost said no but somewhere in the back of his mind knocked the images of Ron and Hermione and their pity looks or their hesitation in being able to talk. Considering the history it should have been harder with Draco but surprisingly enough, it wasn't as hard and so he responded " sure. Not like I have any other places to be "
Draco nodded and took the turn for his apartment and in not less than 5 minutes they were there as though he had planned to take harry home. They walked up the stairs in deafening silence and didn't utter a single word even when they entered the apartment, it was a doorbell that startle them and defiantly made them talk.
" mrs. Kentucky, how are you doing ?" Draco greeted his neighbour with a huge grin.
" lovely Darling. Wanted to return the sugar I borrowed and - is that Harry ?" She peered a little more through the door to get a better view but as Draco turned around to check on Harry, he vigorously shook his head.
" no, no that's just a colleague. Not a very friendly one at that " Draco Whispered and she nodded.
" not friendly eh, so not gonna date him huh" she mischievously smiled. Draco reddened at her words and immediately took the sashe of sugar and practically Shoved her out continuously thanking her and with a loud thud closed the door.
" she just-"
" I know " harry nodded smiling knowing exactly the kind of gossip lady Mrs. Kentucky was.
" ju- just for the record- I- I didn't bring anyone so there's nothing to-"
" Draco " harry stopped him " it's fine. We're- history " he added.
Draco seemed as though he wanted to say something but didn't and followed into the living room after nodding at harry.
" this place hasn't changed at all" harry said after having glanced the place.
" I- I didn't really feel like the need to " Draco replied.
" you mind if I- change ?"
" no, no of course not " harry shook his head vigorously and turned around to head towards the couch. Draco took it as a cue to get changed fast and join him again in the living room.
Harry despite having initially planned on sitting over the couch, stepped into the balcony and let himself gawk at the view. It's been so long he last saw the beautiful view it offered. The balcony had always been a very peaceful, calm escape especially when things seemed to overweight him; he can remember endless nights he had stood on the balcony because he felt as if something is someone was choking him, like the coil around his neck only tightened and he surged for air and this place had been where he came for a breath. He never was able to understand why everything was the way it was as and when he looked for answers, he couldn't, at least from not where he was. As he stood there watching over the city of London he was hit with strong realisation of how much he actually missed being here, missed the smell of the pizza place down the road and the sound of loud TV from the apartment next door and the lights that flickered on the road by the passing cars and the sight of clock tower, he missed being able to see over such a long latitude and wonder how farther the end is and it wasn't as if he didn't like paris, but paris wasn't London. Paris didn't had that flickering lights going by down the streets or the kids running down the streets on a skateboard or the loud neighbour next door with obnoxious loud TV nor it had the clock nor Paris had that calming grey look in the sky because of the always unprecedented rain about to happen any moment. Paris just wasn't what he thought it was.
" missed this ?" He heard. Harry didn't need to turn around, he just nodded.
" paris doesn't give you this ?" He asked as he stood by next to harry.
" there's a lot of things paris doesn't have " harry mumbled wishing he could explain Draco everything but he couldn't. He waited for Draco to ask why did he leave but he never asked and this is why perhaps tonight Harry was here and not there. Perhaps this is why Harry found it easier to be with Draco because he didn't ask too many questions, because he never asked unless he knew harry wanted to asked, because he understood when Harry didn't feel like talking, because he understood harry like no one else and even when draco should be the last person to understand harry and give him another chance, he did and maybe that's why he was here tonight, in the heart of the City with the one man who's heart was just broken as Harry because he knew harry, when no one else seemed to.
" London is home-"
" and Paris isn't ?"
Harry just shook his head. Paris was everything but home.
Because in paris, there wasn't you. Because there wasn't you in your blue blowy shirt and washed jeans with open arms, there wasn't you..
I don't know why the short chapter!!!
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Hope this ask finds you in abundant happiness and health. Coming to the point, I want you to break my and several other hearts so, I'm gonna request from the angst prompts. Prompt no6
Please don't let me loose you. You never had be in the first place😭😭😭
I'm a heartless bitch. Come on throw bricks at me. 😭
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ANGST PROMPT NO. 6- “ please don’t let me lose you “ “ you never had me “ | TW- HEAVY ANGST | HURT/NO COMFORT |
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He stares into the fire as if he was watching his heart burning in that blazing fire waiting for it to be completely burnt out or maybe he was watching his cold heart unfreeze then catching fire once and for all as if there never existed a time when his heart wasn’t cold. He sees his lips, he sees his mouth, he sees his eyes, he sees his heart, he sees him but he doesn’t remember the time when he changed so much. He saw him when he’d come back from work, and he’d see him when he’d cover their naked bodies with sheets and never talk about it, he sees him, he watches him too much that his heart starts to ache to think about the old times when there always existed a bubble of laughter, a neat smile, a clean hair cut, a boy who hadn’t forgotten what it was to live, to love, to be loved. Now he was not more than doll left abandoned on the roadside getting dirtier and dirtier, started to getting disliked by everyone but Harry had hope, he had hope that one day he’d see his Draco again, the one he fell in love with but as every day passes, with every call that Draco makes to call Harry to his place for nothing but sex, he feels like he is in a losing battle. He remembers about the time before he had left, the way he’d make Harry breakfast in bed, the way he’d remember how he liked his coffee, the way he used to run around the entire house chased by Harry because he ate his chocolate, he remembers his smile every morning when he’d look in the mirror while brushing and kiss Harry purposely to leave toothpaste over his face, he remembers his giddy smiles, he remembers those manicured colourful nails, he remembers his smile when he’d wait for Harry to open his present, he remembers his reactions when they’d wake up on the Christmas morning and when they would give each other the gifts and Draco would topple Harry grinning, he remembers his face when Harry would give his sweatshirts for him to wear, he remembers when Draco used to smile when he used to grin when he used to be someone who loved Harry, when he used to care.
It had been 5 months since Draco had returned back after having run away to somewhere unknown claiming he needed some time to figure out after a huge fight with his father, Harry had said he’d wait for him but he didn’t want to wait for the guy who returned. When he first came after his getaway and he had come back to Harry’s place, Harry had hugged him, then snapped at him but he remembers vividly the distance he had maintained, how he didn’t seem to care about anything, not even the yelling. He had waited for Draco to give up his facade the first week, crying to him, shouting at him to care just a little bit but 1 month after when he was tired of fighting, he understood that perhaps really didn’t care enough and when he said suddenly one day that he’d moving out so casually Harry had yelled again asking about what about their relationship, Draco had simply shrugged. He only watched as Draco started wasting away in drugs and weeds and intoxication and hooking with different people, he watched him corrupt himself until he knew he couldn’t bear to see him like that and had ended up with Draco in bed, he remembers feeling uplifted thinking that maybe something would change now but the moment Draco had stood up to go smoke in the balcony, leaving Harry alone in the bed, he knew Draco was gone. The man he saw, who smoked, who hooked up with people, who remained unemployed, who disgusted his friends now, he wasn’t the same man Harry had promised himself to wait for.
It was now as he was sitting before the fireplace, the robe hugged tightly to his chest as he thought about the heart of Draco he had once owned. He sat there thinking of everything, tears brimming his eyes for all the lost moments, for himself, for Draco, for everything they had built together now nothing more than just a memory. Their love was stronger than the rocks, Draco had once said but now it was his heart that was as hard as the rock. He thinks about the night he had with Draco before this, fucking in bed with groans of nameless moans, and hymns of saying incoherent words and the way Draco had shifted immediately as soon as he was done, Harry had remained very still gazing at the ceiling above him, he didn’t feel it he realised, he didn’t feel the regret, but he felt the pain, the way his heart started aching for touch that was unrequited, he wanted to turn to Draco like he had done million other times in his life but his heart broke when he saw in the mirror by his left that Draco had turned his back to Harry. He didn’t fall for this man.
He thinks of the time when Draco had told him he loved him and promised that he would Always love harry. He wondered if it held any meaning to him anymore. He likes to think that Draco is still there, the one he fell in love with, he knows somewhere that he's watching him from a distance and maybe wants to break free again but doesn't know how to but that was before tonight. It had been so long since Harry had been searching underneath those eyes for his Draco, the one he wonders if still exist but either Draco had perfected the art of facade or maybe In his time away he had actually changed so much that he refused to be who he was.
Harry stares into the fire, his feet turning cold, but he just stares and stares until he realises he feels something wet over his neck, he brings his hand to his neck and realises he's crying. Pity the tears pouring for something as such, harry thinks but now he can't seem to stop them, he cries a lot of his nights away, he spends most of his time this way before he knows Draco wakes up and he leaves as if he never came there but what more could he do than cry. His friends told him to leave Draco alone and to let him return to his senses whenever he feels like it but it hurts Harry to even think of a possibility where he's healing and Harry's not there , his heart hurts to think of the time when Draco is breaking down and Harry's not there to pick him up, his heart hurts to even think of Draco struggling alone but he was warned that he was hurting himself but he'd look at Draco being distant, smoking in the balcony and he'd think of how the hurt would be worth it if he ever got his Draco back, if.
He doesn't hear the footsteps coming but when Draco comes and sits next to Harry, he's startled.
" I thought you'd had left, like every night " Draco said in a husky voice. It was the smoke, harry just knew.
" I was about to" his voice came out broken and Draco immediately turned to look at Harry properly.
" you were crying " it wasn't a question but a statement, like he knew, like he had known all this time, like there was never a time that he didn't know.
Harry didn't reply.
" why do you do this to yourself if you're hurt ? Why don't you just leave " Draco says.
Harry almost shrugged, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
" stop doing this to yourself " Draco said.
Harry turned to him, he gave him a small smile " I'm waiting for you "
Draco smiled. But Harry frowned knowing Draco didn't smile anymore, he doesn't. And then as a cold air brushed inside the apartment through the open window, Draco disappeared like ashes. A hallucination, Harry figured.
He doesn't remember falling asleep on that couch but he remembers when he woke up in the same couch with a note set on the table.
" get yourself out of the apartment before I get there "
Harry threw the note in the empty fire place, changed into his clothes and left.
He came back again that night, they Hooked up again, Draco turned away again and the night repeated itself.
The night repeated itself for so long that the day the hallucination turned real he couldn't find it believable.
" why are you doing this ? Why?" Harry weeps
Draco shrugged looking far ahead out of the window " I just- don't care anymore, about anything "
" but you do care.. about everything" his voice broke
" No harry, I don't. Don't you see it. I don't even care about you anymore, I keep doing this to you over and over again, every night and you keep coming back and I don't even care " Draco replied so casually.
Harry frowned in disgust, in annoyance, in ignorance, he didn't fall for this man " why did you stop caring ?"
" I don't know" there was a pause in his voice as his eyes just shred down just a little, so his cloud before his eyes has scurried away for a second.
" you used to care " Harry cried.
" I can't help it anymore " Draco replied.
Harry stared and stared at Draco for as long as he can remember until he had heard Draco speaking up again.
" You should go. I don't want to do this with you anymore-"
And instead of snapping at draco, he found himself begging" please, don't let me lose you "
Draco turned to Harry, his jaw clenched " you never had me in the first place, Harry "
Maybe he was right, he didn't have him, he didn't have this Draco who'd say something like this to harry, he didn't have this Draco who didn't care anymore, he didn't had this Draco who didn't love Harry. He never had this Draco but he likes to think that he had him, if only for a little while but he knew he didn't. Harry knew in those moments that he had already left, the Draco he loved was lost, somewhere wher Draco had gone to and left him there, perhaps in a safe place, In a pandora box away from the world because it was too precious. He was gone.
And he had walked letting Harry fetch himself out.
This was not his Draco. This wasn't his Draco.
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Hope this ask finds you in abundant happiness and health. Coming to the point, I want you to break my and several other hearts so, I'm gonna request from the angst prompts. Prompt no6
Please don't let me loose you. You never had be in the first place😭😭😭
I'm a heartless bitch. Come on throw bricks at me. 😭
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ANGST PROMPT NO. 6- “ please don’t let me lose you “ “ you never had me “ | TW- HEAVY ANGST | HURT/NO COMFORT |
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He stares into the fire as if he was watching his heart burning in that blazing fire waiting for it to be completely burnt out or maybe he was watching his cold heart unfreeze then catching fire once and for all as if there never existed a time when his heart wasn’t cold. He sees his lips, he sees his mouth, he sees his eyes, he sees his heart, he sees him but he doesn’t remember the time when he changed so much. He saw him when he’d come back from work, and he’d see him when he’d cover their naked bodies with sheets and never talk about it, he sees him, he watches him too much that his heart starts to ache to think about the old times when there always existed a bubble of laughter, a neat smile, a clean hair cut, a boy who hadn’t forgotten what it was to live, to love, to be loved. Now he was not more than doll left abandoned on the roadside getting dirtier and dirtier, started to getting disliked by everyone but Harry had hope, he had hope that one day he’d see his Draco again, the one he fell in love with but as every day passes, with every call that Draco makes to call Harry to his place for nothing but sex, he feels like he is in a losing battle. He remembers about the time before he had left, the way he’d make Harry breakfast in bed, the way he’d remember how he liked his coffee, the way he used to run around the entire house chased by Harry because he ate his chocolate, he remembers his smile every morning when he’d look in the mirror while brushing and kiss Harry purposely to leave toothpaste over his face, he remembers his giddy smiles, he remembers those manicured colourful nails, he remembers his smile when he’d wait for Harry to open his present, he remembers his reactions when they’d wake up on the Christmas morning and when they would give each other the gifts and Draco would topple Harry grinning, he remembers his face when Harry would give his sweatshirts for him to wear, he remembers when Draco used to smile when he used to grin when he used to be someone who loved Harry, when he used to care.
It had been 5 months since Draco had returned back after having run away to somewhere unknown claiming he needed some time to figure out after a huge fight with his father, Harry had said he’d wait for him but he didn’t want to wait for the guy who returned. When he first came after his getaway and he had come back to Harry’s place, Harry had hugged him, then snapped at him but he remembers vividly the distance he had maintained, how he didn’t seem to care about anything, not even the yelling. He had waited for Draco to give up his facade the first week, crying to him, shouting at him to care just a little bit but 1 month after when he was tired of fighting, he understood that perhaps really didn’t care enough and when he said suddenly one day that he’d moving out so casually Harry had yelled again asking about what about their relationship, Draco had simply shrugged. He only watched as Draco started wasting away in drugs and weeds and intoxication and hooking with different people, he watched him corrupt himself until he knew he couldn’t bear to see him like that and had ended up with Draco in bed, he remembers feeling uplifted thinking that maybe something would change now but the moment Draco had stood up to go smoke in the balcony, leaving Harry alone in the bed, he knew Draco was gone. The man he saw, who smoked, who hooked up with people, who remained unemployed, who disgusted his friends now, he wasn’t the same man Harry had promised himself to wait for.
It was now as he was sitting before the fireplace, the robe hugged tightly to his chest as he thought about the heart of Draco he had once owned. He sat there thinking of everything, tears brimming his eyes for all the lost moments, for himself, for Draco, for everything they had built together now nothing more than just a memory. Their love was stronger than the rocks, Draco had once said but now it was his heart that was as hard as the rock. He thinks about the night he had with Draco before this, fucking in bed with groans of nameless moans, and hymns of saying incoherent words and the way Draco had shifted immediately as soon as he was done, Harry had remained very still gazing at the ceiling above him, he didn’t feel it he realised, he didn’t feel the regret, but he felt the pain, the way his heart started aching for touch that was unrequited, he wanted to turn to Draco like he had done million other times in his life but his heart broke when he saw in the mirror by his left that Draco had turned his back to Harry. He didn’t fall for this man.
He thinks of the time when Draco had told him he loved him and promised that he would Always love harry. He wondered if it held any meaning to him anymore. He likes to think that Draco is still there, the one he fell in love with, he knows somewhere that he's watching him from a distance and maybe wants to break free again but doesn't know how to but that was before tonight. It had been so long since Harry had been searching underneath those eyes for his Draco, the one he wonders if still exist but either Draco had perfected the art of facade or maybe In his time away he had actually changed so much that he refused to be who he was.
Harry stares into the fire, his feet turning cold, but he just stares and stares until he realises he feels something wet over his neck, he brings his hand to his neck and realises he's crying. Pity the tears pouring for something as such, harry thinks but now he can't seem to stop them, he cries a lot of his nights away, he spends most of his time this way before he knows Draco wakes up and he leaves as if he never came there but what more could he do than cry. His friends told him to leave Draco alone and to let him return to his senses whenever he feels like it but it hurts Harry to even think of a possibility where he's healing and Harry's not there , his heart hurts to think of the time when Draco is breaking down and Harry's not there to pick him up, his heart hurts to even think of Draco struggling alone but he was warned that he was hurting himself but he'd look at Draco being distant, smoking in the balcony and he'd think of how the hurt would be worth it if he ever got his Draco back, if.
He doesn't hear the footsteps coming but when Draco comes and sits next to Harry, he's startled.
" I thought you'd had left, like every night " Draco said in a husky voice. It was the smoke, harry just knew.
" I was about to" his voice came out broken and Draco immediately turned to look at Harry properly.
" you were crying " it wasn't a question but a statement, like he knew, like he had known all this time, like there was never a time that he didn't know.
Harry didn't reply.
" why do you do this to yourself if you're hurt ? Why don't you just leave " Draco says.
Harry almost shrugged, opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.
" stop doing this to yourself " Draco said.
Harry turned to him, he gave him a small smile " I'm waiting for you "
Draco smiled. But Harry frowned knowing Draco didn't smile anymore, he doesn't. And then as a cold air brushed inside the apartment through the open window, Draco disappeared like ashes. A hallucination, Harry figured.
He doesn't remember falling asleep on that couch but he remembers when he woke up in the same couch with a note set on the table.
" get yourself out of the apartment before I get there "
Harry threw the note in the empty fire place, changed into his clothes and left.
He came back again that night, they Hooked up again, Draco turned away again and the night repeated itself.
The night repeated itself for so long that the day the hallucination turned real he couldn't find it believable.
" why are you doing this ? Why?" Harry weeps
Draco shrugged looking far ahead out of the window " I just- don't care anymore, about anything "
" but you do care.. about everything" his voice broke
" No harry, I don't. Don't you see it. I don't even care about you anymore, I keep doing this to you over and over again, every night and you keep coming back and I don't even care " Draco replied so casually.
Harry frowned in disgust, in annoyance, in ignorance, he didn't fall for this man " why did you stop caring ?"
" I don't know" there was a pause in his voice as his eyes just shred down just a little, so his cloud before his eyes has scurried away for a second.
" you used to care " Harry cried.
" I can't help it anymore " Draco replied.
Harry stared and stared at Draco for as long as he can remember until he had heard Draco speaking up again.
" You should go. I don't want to do this with you anymore-"
And instead of snapping at draco, he found himself begging" please, don't let me lose you "
Draco turned to Harry, his jaw clenched " you never had me, Harry "
Maybe he was right, he didn't have him, he didn't have this Draco who'd say something like this to harry, he didn't have this Draco who didn't care anymore, he didn't had this Draco who didn't love Harry. He never had this Draco but he likes to think that he had him, if only for a little while but he knew he didn't. Harry knew in those moments that he had already left, the Draco he loved was lost, somewhere wher Draco had gone to and left him there, perhaps in a safe place, In a pandora box away from the world because it was too precious. He was gone.
And he had walked letting Harry fetch himself out.
This was not his Draco. This wasn't his Draco.
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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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Painted in green
For @drarrymicrofic prompt: Little do you know
It's only Thursday and I've painted you three times this week, even my art teacher is tired of me painting you but I can't resist my brush when I see you sitting in the cafe across reading the abridged version's of Shakespeare because you enjoy reading but you're not particularly fond of Shakespeare. I've painted you in your red sweater, your white sweater and your leather jacket, I think all of it is very contrasting but I wish to see you in green, but you never wear green, you never do. I hope to give you all of these paintings one day, maybe then I won't be so afraid of confessing my feelings for you, Maybe then through my art I could say " this is how I see you " or " I tried painting you in different Angles but all your Angles are great" and then maybe you could blush and ask me for a cup of coffee but you've never even spared a glance at me when I'm painting, I wish you would.
I think we should call it fate or maybe you had already planned but when on the very next Friday you crossed me through the street and I had almost assumed you weren't going to say anything, you did.
" you live across me now, is that right ?"
I nodded.
You smiled at me " a cup of coffee ? I was about to go to the cafe ?"
I nodded cheerfully and we went to the same cafe you go to every day and ordered your two specials and Involved me in a interesting conversation about Julius Caesar but I had no idea what you were talking about Because I was busy painting you in my head.
It was like moments Switch when you realised I was only watching and listening less when you asked "how did your painting turn out yesterday ?"
There was a knowing smile on your face as if it was secret only you and I knew and I blushed, I wish I didn't but you were so irresistible. I couldn't reply, I couldn't because nothing coherent framed in my brain. Little did you know about how I was painting you but the way you knew I was painting made a garden of flowers grow inside my chest.
" how do you know I paint ?"
" I see you cross me to get there everyday except Friday's "
Friday was today.
You knew I thought, you knew, all this time.
" Maybe one day I'd let you see my paintings" I sipped my coffee
" maybe one day you could paint me " he suggestively smiled.
Your mischievous smile said it all, oh how you knew.
" maybe one day you'd wear green "
You wore green the next day and you asked me for a coffee again and this time instead of you talking about Shakespeare you let me talk about the different types of varnish brings out a different glow in the painting and how my favourite brand of paints was ' aquarelle' an old set from my mother's collection that were no longer sold and you listened gracefully, like I was singing a lullaby.
That night when you walked me home, and when you looked at me for a minute longer than one, I knew you were painting me in your head and I was painting you in mine and I sort of liked it. I sort of liked thinking that we were painting each other only your painting was a painting in words, or framing me in one of the characters from Shakespearean plays and I was painting you in my head with soft strokes of just right colour of tan and your green sweater which unknowningly I had started loving too much.
Then just suddenly you gave me a very charming smile, the one that was so hard to resist and you whispered " good night, draco" and you kissed me on my forehead and i liked how you kissed my forehead rather than on the lips and it was more intimate than the kiss you might press against my lips but I think if you had, I wouldn't had been able to control myself. And then you went into your own apartment watching me as I Walked into mine with a smile that failed to dissolve.
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Harry was illuminated in the bright yellow light as he fidgeted with things in the fridge when he heard
“ You finished your ice cream last night “
Harry banged his head against the refrigerator door, his heart beating louder in his chest than it was before “ you scared the shit out of me, why do you always have to come like a bloody ghost, can’t you just announce yourself as you walk in “
Draco’s lips turned into a little amused smirk “ now where would be the fun then“
Harry rolled his eyes as he flicked the lights on and looking for something to eat in the cabinets “ you’re back before 3 so i’m assuming your date wasn’t great or as you phrase it ‘fashionably bad’ “
“ interested much in my dating life now aren’t you “ Draco teased with a raised eyebrow and a quippy smirk
“ Merely pitiful for your date “ Harry shrugged then grinning as soon as he found the last bag of chips
“ You eat a lot of junk do you realize that, no wonder you look like a gym bag “ Draco shrugged following Harry into the living room
“ Amusing you notice my body however to your displeasure i’d rather prefer to look however the way want rather than looking like a skinny twig like you who keeps working out because they like to flex their non existent muscles “ Harry said as he shoved chips into his mouth.
“One this is called looking a size 4 and i do not have non existent muscles, i do have them, i just don’t flex them to you, why should I anyways “ Draco shrugged
“ Right, I see a lot of arms when you come out of the shower. You don’t absolutely look like a twig, you look like a perfect model “ Harry rolled his eyes flipping the channels in the television only finding late night advertisements running on almost every channel
“At least I don’t look like you “ Draco rolled his eyes, raising his legs and crossing them over the table.
“ You can never look like me even in your dreams Draco. You’re just jealous I look more better even after I eat all the junk and without working out, you just wish you looked like me” Harry faked a smile looking at Draco finally to notice he had been wearing his yellow jumper
“ I look better than you Potter “ Draco scoffed taking his legs off the table
“ Oh we’re back on potter, i bet i pinched a nerve there “ Harry elicited a small mockery laugh
Draco scoffed at Harry with a little ‘ whatever ‘ tagged along with it.
“You should do your laundry one of these days, I don’t want all my clothes smelling like you” harry added
“ I’ll do it when I have the time and also this way I love to see you all annoyed because all your clothes smell like me, which by the way should smell like my expensive perfume “Draco replied with small victorious smile
“ you might wear chanel or dior, I don’t care, just do your laundry soon” Harry said
Draco rolled his eyes getting up to go to his room “Okay,Daddy “
Harry looked at Draco for way too long for him to correct himself when he realised Draco obviously didn’t get it.
“ What ?” Draco asked with a raised eyebrow
Harry pursed his lips controlling his laugh “Nothing”
Draco narrowed his eyes at Harry suspiciously until he finally understood and did a big eye roll “ i seriously can’t believe you”
Harry broke out laughing hearing Draco mutter some things as he walked into his room about how immature Harry was to laugh at something like that, he kept laughing obviously.
The next morning before Harry left Draco had walked into the kitchen looking for milk and cereal to have his breakfast before he too left for work. Harry had only been eating a sandwich when he came and just then it clicked him
" How was your date last night,I never asked ?"
" the fact I didn't bring anyone home makes it pretty clear. He was looking for something serious, you know me " Draco scoffed.
Harry rolled his eyes getting up from the stool, washing his plate " yes, yes Draco malfoy doesn't do serious relationships. It's like you have an allergy "
" who knows I even might " Draco shrugged
" well anyways I'm out " Harry informed picking up his bags to go when he added " oh by the way I'll be late, you can make your own dinner "
" what ? So now you have a date ?" Draco comically scoffed, pouring milk into his bowl.
" Actually yeah, I do have a date " Harry replied with raised eyebrows.
Draco's milk almost spluttered upon hearing the news " you have a date ? You ?"
" yes, me..wish me luck " Harry grinned and left the apartment.
Draco only mumbled a bye in the air as he left, vaguely shocked by the news.
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Draco would like to honestly reply, his week wasn't great, not even a little bit. Working as a potions master who didn't necessarily like kids, it was a lot to ask for when the year had just begun and the kids kept messing every potion up and he would have to help clean most of them up. So to sum up the week wasn't great and unfortunately he didn't even had a date but he thought to himself that maybe he'd spend time with Harry who had been out almost all week, it would be a nice Saturday night, watching some cliche movies or talking about something or playing the boring scrabble when he opened the door and was immediately landed upon the sight of Harry making out with some girl right over the couch.
Draco unintentionally dropped his keys over to the ground in mild shock breaking him out of his trance to see that girl shoving her entire tongue down his throat, he finally came to his senses and clumsily picked up his keys.
" i- I- didn't know l- I'll just be in my room" Draco rambled
Harry and the girl got up fixing themselves up " no it's alright- we just- well got here "
" I'm nadia by the way "
" oh yeah, Draco, Nadia, Nadia, Draco "
Draco shook her hand firmly before he let go awkwardly.
" I should be going actually, I've got to watch over Nancy's kids " Nadia said.
" oh yeah, I'll see you soon then. I'll call you" Harry replied.
Draco watched from where he stood touching the oranges as if pretending to busy himself into something as Harry bid his bye to the girl who obviously wore a dress down to the cleavage that if it were any more exposing, her breasts would fall out. Just the thought of it made Draco almost puke in his mouth, he didn't however know why.
Harry returned grinning, his hands shoved in his pockets.
" looks like you've got a hanger in your mouth" Draco sarcastically said
" she- she just is so great you know, I mean did you look at her, she was going to watch over for her sister's kid. How great is that "
" big deal, I teach kids everyday " Draco never really knew why he said what he said but he knew he said it and practically ran into his bedroom, announcing he was too tired and would like to be left alone.
That particular night he had a dream about making out with Harry and just like that he had woken up startled, shocked and surprised to death and couldn't wait to forget the dream.
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" I'd wonder after getting a boyfriend, you'd actually wear his jumpers more than mine " Harry teased as he looked through CD's to find a movie to watch.
Draco was confused before he realised the debt he had to pay for lying that he had a boyfriend " oh-oh yeah- yours just fit better "
" they're basically falling off your shoulder, you 4 sized model " Harry chuckled.
Draco secretly smiled rubbing the corner of his eyes “ laundry is a lot to do”
“ Well if you’d keep procrastinating it, it would seem like a lot, why don’t you just go with someone- your date perhaps “
“ Yeah, I'm sure my date would be thrilled to go on a date at Laundromat “ Draco rolled his eyes, shutting off the kitchen cabinets and disposing of the bags he bought things into the drawer.
They were silent for a little too long when Harry almost fell back, almost startled “ we should double date “
Draco stubbed his foot against the chair, groaning in pain “what?”
“ you are dating someone, i’m dating someone, we should go on a double date” Harry suggested
“ oh- i- i don’t know yet, i mean we just started out dating, I don’t want to scare him off you know”
“ But I'm pretty sure he knows about me, right? You guys must’ve talked and everything or- you didn’t tell him you’re living with me ?” Harry asked quizzically
Draco frowned, wondering why should he had told that to anyone he was ever dating but he couldn’t think of a reason why.
“ Did you find something to watch or not ?” Draco interrupted
“ How does Die hard sound?”
Draco shook his head " too violent "
" How does Titanic sound ?" Harry asked showing him the CD
" Nah, too sad, the hot guy dies " Draco mumbled bringing the cold coffees he made in his hand and standing next to harry to see which movie CD's they had
" Cars ?" Harry asked looking up at Draco from where he was sat
" metal cars with faces and racing, I'm not 5"
" but you love cars " Harry countered
" well- I'm just not in that mood " Draco replied
" well then what kind of mood are you even in ?"harry asked
Draco thought for a moment staring at the wall at the opposite wall with a scrunched face and then replied" something- like uplifting "
"romantic comedy then. You're such a sap Draco " Harry chuckled, fetching 10 things I hate about you.
" I'm not a sap and you enjoy romantic comedies as much as I do, they're comforting " Draco bounced back on the couch with Pillow tucked over his lap.
" Not going to lie, they are, " Harry agreed, sitting down on the couch next to Draco and keeping his feet over the table, crossing them immediately.
" You ordered pizza right ?" Harry asked a while later
" I thought you did "
" Why would I do it ?" Harry countered back in pitchy tone
" because you said you would " Draco argued
" but-"
" just go and order for Merlin's sake, it'll only take 2 minutes " Draco rolled his eyes eating his popcorn
Harry groaned and got up mumbling to himself about how irresponsible Draco was making Draco laugh in himself.
It took Harry far too long when he finally returned after ordering the pizza to the point that he had called out Harry a lot of times telling him the good scene was up until Harry returned with a light jacket in his hand.
"Were you making the piz- are you going to get the pizza from the store or what ?" Draco questioned
" what- no- the pizza would be around in 5 minutes. I'm just going to Nadia's, she called and she asked if I was free and I told her I was so we're going to hang out " Harry shrugged his jacket on himself huffing when he accidentally hit his face with the chain.
“ So what, now you’re just going to cancel our movie day ?” Draco asked offended
“Well Draco- you understand right, I mean this is the girl I’m dating-”
“ And just because you’re dating we have to do everything according to her, I don’t get it. It’s our movie day and you’re going to cancel it for some girl” Draco raised his voice, almost hurt
“ Its just a movie night Draco, we can do it anytime-”
“ It isn’t about we can do it anytime, it’s about you committing to the plan and lately all you’ve been doing is making your plans according to her, I mean Harry there are other people in the world too- “
“ Oh I’m sorry for actually being considerate about my date and wanting to spend time with her and taking her somewhere nice but oh- i forgot that’s because i’m dating her and this is what dating is all about and it may seem offensive to you but i frankly don’t care about you and that stupid movie. And i’m going on whatever my date is as a nice guy because Unlike you Draco I don’t just sleep with people and leave them- i-i didn’t mean-”
“ Yeah, sure, Whatever Harry “ Draco's voice broke as he shut off the TV and stormed back into his room, slamming his door loudly as he got in.
Harry ran across the hall after Draco and loudly knocked on his door.
“ Draco, please- you know I didn’t mean it- Draco-”
“ Just go away Harry “ Draco called from the other side of the room and Harry could only sigh to himself.
“ Draco I’m sorry, alright, I didn’t mean it “ Harry frowned when met with silence, resting his head against Draco’s door but the silence dragged on for too long and Harry turned to see the time, immediately realizing he was late.
“Draco- i’m sorry alright, just know it okay, but i really need to go. Just- don’t be mad at me for too long “ But Draco didn’t reply and Harry left the apartment defeated.
At night when Harry returned, he hadn't known that Draco was sitting in the corner of the kitchen counter silently eating his ice cream when he saw Harry walk past with a smile covering his face, he was humming to some song that he only sang when he was in a very good mood and it made Draco's heart clench to see how happy Harry seemed or how that girl made him so happy when Draco always thought that he could be the only to make him smile like that. Draco didn't want to hate Harry being in a good, Cherishing, uplifted mood but after the argument they had he couldn't bring himself to not be mad at him. Draco had sulked the entire day away, even regretting how he should've forgiven Harry because he knew he didn't mean it but after seeing him like that, he couldn't help it and above everything else, he didn't know who he was more mad at, himself for being petty or Harry who looked happy or the girl who made him so happy.
As Harry expected Draco remained mad at him for long and refused to even be in the same place or room as Harry and it was affecting him more than he even imagined. Half his mind was always involved into making plans to fix things with Draco even when he was on a date and it was unintentionally affecting his dating life with Nadia.
“ Big deal Harry, he’ll forgive you at some point, don’t worry” Nadia comforted him
“But that’s the point, he isn’t,I said some stupid things I should not have “ Harry almost wanted to take his hands away from Nadia’s grip because they didn't feel familiar but he reminded himself that she was only trying to comfort him.
“ He’ll come around Harry-” and just then his apartment door opened and Draco walked in with a bunch of laundry in his hands.
“ You did the laundry?” Harry asked immediately, standing up unconsciously losing his hold with Nadia.
“ I did since you were bothered that I wore your clothes I’ll leave your clothes on your bed “ Draco dismissed Harry without looking at him and busying himself with keeping his keys on the counter.
“ I mean I didn’t actually mind it besides now they all smell good because of you, you could’ve done them any day “ It was clear Harry was trying to mend things with Draco but he didn’t acknowledge it.
He turned around to face Harry finally after days, his eyes even falling on Nadia but retracing back to Harry “ I also made sure your clothes doesn’t smell like my stupid expensive perfume or me, I washed them three times so now all it smells like is detergent “
Harry opened his mouth to say something but he couldn’t, he was just face planted with the idea of how much it actually hurt him right now to listen to him talking about not wanting to wear his clothes anymore. He always assumed that this was in fact what he wanted but the thought of Draco washing his clothes out of spite and the possibility of Draco never wearing his clothes again made his heart grow smaller in his chest. He thought he didn’t like his clothes smelling like Draco’s soap or perfume but to even think of his clothes smelling like just detergent made him want to make Draco wear all his clothes so they smelled like him again and never washing it again because he never wanted his clothes to smell of anything but Draco . Just laundry making his mind do circles made him feel like a lunatic but he hated to feel distant from Draco anymore. He hated what they had turned into but the more he hated was the fact that he didn't know how to fix it.
Harry and Draco would have stood there watching each other, hurt by each other but as if Nadia sensed it, she spoke up.
"Let's go out for coffee " and she said and practically dragged Harry out with her.
Harry didn't want to but he knew that if there was one thing that was true was the fact that Draco definitely didn't want to see Harry anymore. He watched Draco as he left with Nadia, a pang of guilt in his chest that grew stronger when Draco watched him watching him leave but he was sure at this point that he could do nothing.
It was less than a few minutes when Harry had found himself sitting in a cafe across the street but he was lost in his own thoughts.
" he'll forgive you "
He almost jumped up in his chair then realised Nadia bought them coffees.
" What's this ?"
" it's a chai tea,like a venti. It's really good "
Harry didn't wanna break her heart but he loathed chai tea, it tasted disgusting to him and the only time he actually even liked tea was the one's Draco prepared when he was ever sick and he couldn't help but remember the time when they had first taken chai tea as something new to try but ended up laughing all the way back home throwing it in the dumpster because of how awful it tasted to them.
Harry hesitantly took a sip of the chai tea and almost wanted to throw up but Nadia was looking at him so eagerly in hope that he drank a bit more and gave her a reluctant smile. He could imagine Draco Snickering in the back of his head but bringing Harry the special order that only Draco knew what it was, not even Harry knew himself. It was sort of a routine they had made, they both knew each other's favourite coffee order but none of them knew their own coffee and it was sort of appealing but at a moment like this when he had to gulp down the entire chai tea he wished Draco was here to order him his drink.
" You didn't like it, did you ?" Nadia asked empathetically.
" Was I that obvious ?" Harry scrunched his face trying to get rid of the after taste.
" It's not such a big deal Harry, you could've just said you didn't like it and I would've replaced it. What do you like, I'll order that for you ?" She asked
Harry could've said anything but how could he answer when he himself didn't know what he liked " I- I actually don't know "
" What do you mean you don't know ? You must like at least some sort of coffee ?" She asked frowning
" Well you see- Draco Knows my order. We just have this thing that we know each other's orders but don't know our own, it was just a stupid thing we tried out once but we couldn't get rid of the habit " harry explained
" So you guys don't know what kind of coffee you individually like ?" She asked, almost cutting off a laugh.
" nope " harry emphasised on the 'p'
" well- that's- something entirely your two's business and I can't possibly figure out your order on my own so looks like you're gonna need Draco for the rest of your life " she laughed but even if Harry laughed, he didn't find it humorous, In Fact the thought of having Draco being in his life for the rest of his life seemed very appealing and he didn't know why but after living with him for so long and knowing him for almost all his life, he couldn't imagine a place in his life where there isn't Draco.
He knew Nadia was talking about something or joking about something a but his heart and his mind was left somewhere else, maybe at the apartment where Draco was and even if he subconsciously felt like he knew the reason he didn't dwell on the thought of it, he just sat there as Nadia talk about a bunch of stuff and his mind thinking of Draco and how he had known him his almost entire life that the thought of Draco not being in his life somehow messed up with the functioning. He sat there thinking of who would wear his clothes if Draco's gone or who would order his coffee or who would buy the CD's to watch movie or who would he even have a movie night with or who would he take to the boring ministry party's he went as a guest to or who would he play quidditch with or who would take him on random adventures in the most chaotic of times or who would bring the flowers for the bowl in the kitchen or who would remind him that he ran out of his ice cream or who would tell him that he dumped his work clothes in the dumpster in the hallway or who would tell him that his glasses are at the top of his head and who would make him wear those glasses or who would randomly help Harry to tie his tie, not because he couldn't do it but because Draco enjoyed doing it or who would steal his wand for petty fights and hide it above the cabinet's in the kitchen that Harry pretends he doesn't know is his hiding spot or who would sit with a pillow while watching movie because Harry falls asleep on Draco's lap more than often or who would braid Harry's hair sometimes just because it's fun or who would clean the TV cabinet because he saw a tiny bit of dust or who would organise his closet or who would he rate people with in a bar based on their outfit or who would he rate house with for how good they looked or who would he ride a bus with or who would just go on a walk with, if not Draco then who, if he doesn’t share all f this with Draco then who ?
Harry doesn't remember much from after the cafe but he knew exactly when he got in the apartment and saw Draco sleeping on the couch and he covered him up with a soft couch blanket they had kept only because of this reason. He smiled at Draco when he saw his lips curl up a Little bit in his sleep and he almost wanted to brush off the hair off his face but Draco was a light sleeper and he didn't want to wake him up especially after realising that this was the most he'd seen him smile the entire week. He left him to be and swiftly took one of his jumpers and sneaked in Draco's closet and went inside his room.
As day's Turned into weeks, Draco started to realise the real reason he was mad at Harry. He was hurt. That was it, he was hurt that Harry was replacing Draco with someone who he had just met when he had known him for all his life, he was hurt because instead of going to the parks with Draco, Harry now was going with that girl, because it pained him to see that Harry returned smiling more than often. He was hurt because it was all happening in front his eyes and he couldn't do anything to prevent it, he remained there watching Harry making plans with the girl, cancelling the one's with Draco and he didn't even know why it made him mad, he certainly didn't own Harry or he wasn't his significant other but reality crushed him when he realised that this was probably what the rest of his life is going to look like, the one where Harry dates someone else and have his happy ever after while Draco sulk away, regretting everything and getting off who he was with. And he didn't like to admit it out loud but he was jealous. Jealousy bubbled inside him like a Lava as Harry and Nadia got deeper into the whole dating thing, he didn't quite know why or he did know why but he didn't want to admit but for just one day, Draco wished he could be with Harry without his date and everything else, just the two of them, they could do anything and everything and just for that one day Draco would like to prove to him that Draco was so much more better than she was.
Harry and Draco had made some progress after almost 3 weeks when they accidentally got invested into a conversation about some stupid Mark at work and had ended up making a joke about it when they realised they weren't talking to each other and awkwardly went into their respective rooms, little did the two of them know they kept smiling the entire time behind their own doors, going to bed with a grin on their faces because they had finaly talked about something, even if for a little while,they enjoyed it.
But that was all for the remainder of the week because they didn't interact for the rest and Harry kept venting out to Nadia about how immature it was at this point.
" harry- ha- harry- shut up " Nadia interjected loudly. He was taken aback by her tone but the reason became more clear when she spoke up.
" look- I-i just appreciate you venting out to me and everything and you talking about how it's been going on for so long and how immature it is and I appreciate how you're not keeping it in but Harry I'm dating- just you, not the two of you "
" What do you mean ?" Harry frowned.
" What I mean is Harry, I'm only dating you but I just always feel like I'm also dating Draco at the same time. It's always about Him, he likes this restaurant, he knows my orders, he likes this food, oh he said the food here isn't good, this sweater is a perfect fit on Draco, he likes the same Ice cream or no he doesn't like that. It's always he likes this or what he doesn’t like or it's always about how immature Draco is to keep this whole thing going on and how you want to fix things up but you're not, or how you had a wonderful conversation with him by accident but it was a progress. I like you Harry, I do, very much, you're a very considerate guy but It's always about him and it's a bit annoying " Nadia exhaustingly huffed as if she'd been keeping it in for a very long time.
" you- think I talk about him too much ?" Harry asked, almost shocked but also not.
" you do harry, you do too much and i know you like me but it's clear you're absolutely inevitably in love with Draco, I mean Jesus you're thinking off him half the time you're with me " she responded
Harry was suddenly taken aback " I am not in love with Draco- I mean that is just absurd beyond anything. Draco is good friend that is all, there's nothing like that about him and i am most definitely not attracted to him "
" the hell you're not harry '' she chuckled " you literally spend all your time thinking about him, you only like him wearing your clothes, I'm the one you're dating but you've never offered me one but you just happen to love him in your clothes even though they're very oversized, he's the only person who knows your goddamn coffee order, he's the only person you make any plans with, he's the Only one who allowed to touch your stuff, he's the only one allowed to eat you ice cream, I mean please Harry who are you kidding, you're so mind numbingly in love with Draco and it's so adorable how you don't even know about it. Just think of it this way, are you that sort of friend with anyone but Draco ? Can you imagine laying in your best friend's lap, Ron's lap for instance? Can you ?"
He must've gotten the point but he wasn't ready to give in, he could not love Draco, how could he, he was his flatmate, or could he ?
" I- I don't love him " he stammered
" Okay then maybe you like him a lot. You care for him too much harry and that's not how friends care for each other. You don’t search for just a friend in a room full of people or you don’t stare at your friend from across the room like they mean everything to you, you don’t do that if you’re just friends and its not just you but I know Draco liked you too and maybe that’s why he is giving you a hard time " she pointed out with a warm smile.
" but- no- I don't like him, we're just very comfortable friends " harry rambled.
Nadia shook her head smiling " alright, if you don't think that, then it's okay but I know you are definitely in love with him, so I'm gonna do you a favour and I'm going to break up whatever this is, alright. I don't want to spend the rest of my time waiting for some guy who I know is in love with his friend and I'm the reason he's not with him " she smiled.
Harry shook his head " that's not true-"
" It's okay Harry, it's what I believe. Let me do that. And I know you've been wanting to break up too but you're just too sweet to do that " she wasn't wrong and so he didn't counter back.
" Next time bring Draco on a coffee date alright " she chuckled, paying for her half of the bill.
" but-"
But she left, abandoning Harry in the cafe. He walked back home with no thought other than what she had said and the weird part was even though he was just broken off, he was still thinking about Draco and how he might possibly be in love with him or how at least others frame him to be in love with Draco even if he wasn't but somewhere Harry knew Nadia wasn't all wrong. Draco consumed a greater part of his mind and heart and he didn't mind it, not even a little bit. The more stranger part was he could imagine loving Draco, taking him out on a date, holding his hand,kissing his forehead, cuddling with him, watching movies with him, living with him, making breakfast for him, making dinner even, bringing him flowers, taking care of him when he’s sick because he already did all of them and he liked doing it for Draco, he liked being there with him with whatever it was.
He entered the flat to Draco preparing dinner in the kitchen when he joined in and sat down in one of the kitchen stools watching Draco work.
Harry might've been too silent that Draco didn't notice his presence but he jumped up as soon as he did, making the hot bowl of soup fall all over Draco's hands.
" fuck- couldn't you had just announced yourself when you came in " Draco gritted as he shook his hands rapidly. Harry jumped up from his seat, getting hold of Draco's hands and putting them under cold water.
"Well now you know how it feels when you ghostly appear in the Middle of the night " Harry rolled his eyes, washing Draco's hands in his own.
" Does it hurt ?" He asked instantaneously
" Like a bitch, Harry" Draco scoffed but it was clear it pained him.
Harry immediately fetched a bag of pea from the refrigerator and applied it over his hand making draco relax under his touch.
" Better ?"
" loads " Draco responded with his eyes closed in relief.
Harry watched Draco as his eyes remained closed, the water kept running Between their hands still together and how he liked holding his hand right now and he couldn’t help but think about all that Nadia said and he wondered if it was all true.
Draco opened his eyes as if he could feel he was being watched and turned his face to Harry, who still kept staring at him. Harry kept watching him how his face seemed so soft from the relief and just the way he was with his little dimpled smile and that mischevious smirk, those quirky sarcasm and his loud silence and he knew then that what Nadia said was true, he truly loved him, he loved him because who he was in Harry's life and how he filled every space remaining in his heart but romantically he knew he liked Draco a lot, he liked him too much that his heart was racing like it was trying to win a race with no cars around but just going on and on.
" what ?" He asked softly.
Harry gulped, Breaking out of his trance and closing the tap and taking his hands away from Draco's hand but the bag of pea immediately fell and Harry knew he couldn't leave his hand, not just yet.
" how does it feel ?" Harry asked, he didn't know what exactly he was asking for but he did.
" it- better- it'll be fine in a while, it was just soup " Draco replied looking away from Harry who was staring at him for far too Long that Draco almost felt embarrassed.
" wasn't it your date today ?" Draco asked
"We- we actually broke up " Harry replied
Draco grew confused suddenly asking him what happened.
" She thinks I love someone else " Harry's heart hammered loudly in his chest as he stared at their hands.
" oh " Draco's face immediately fell.
" she thinks I'm in love with you because all I do is talk about you all day long " Harry hesitantly added
Draco swallowed, his own heart beating rapidly " yo- you don't ?"
Harry wanted to look up at Draco but he didn't know how to face him right now, how could he look him in the eye and tell him the truth after everything they've been through. How could he and what if Draco didn't like him ?
" I- "
" Never mind " Draco interjected when Harry took too long to reply, taking the bag of pea from Harry and moving away from his hold.
" what- Draco-" but Draco was deciding to walk away and the only way to hold him back was to stop him from going by pulling him back from his waist and standing just before Draco, so he almost caged him.
" I- didn't say anything, " Harry said.
‘’But you obviously don't, " Draco said, looking at his feets.
Harry put his finger under Draco's chin making him look up in his eyes.
" Do you ?" Harry asked
Draco remained speechless for a long time, perhaps finding a better way to confess but didn't know without fearing a rejection.
" I- I don't know " Draco replied
" I don't know either," Harry added.
" what ?" Draco questioned frowning.
" it's true that I talk about you all day Long and it's true that I think about you way more than I should or that we're not friend friends but up until now I never really realised if I actually liked you or not, I maybe always knew I liked you somewhere but I'm refusing myself because i’m sort of afraid but I think I do but I also think- nmph" Harry arms immediately fell over Draco's waist as he felt his lips over his own and breaking away too soon.
" Did it help ?" Draco asked innocently.
" Maybe we should try again and then we might find out'' Harry whispered blushing and they kissed again and this time they kissed for longer than before and with no rush to separate. It wasn't perfect, there was a little bit of more tongue than the other was used to or there was less of tongue than other was used to and there was too much stumbling and there was even stepping on the others toes but everything became worth it when they finally found the rhythm and Harry had cupped Draco's back pulling him closer and Draco's wounded hands were in Harry's hair pulling him closer too. It took them a while to find a way to make their kiss perfect, their own perfect kiss with just the appropriate amount of tongue, appropriate amount of lip biting, the overflowing feelings included with a passion and a desire to find air in other's mouths. They didn't care after a point what they were breathing because in that moment all it mattered was that they were kissing each other, finally, after maybe putting their feelings in denials.
They only broke apart when Draco accidentally bumped his hands together and he immediately winced in pain and Harry instantly made some distance, taking Draco's hands in his own and applying a cold bag of pea again.
" Maybe we should save it for later, " Harry smiled.
Draco nodded, smiling.
They sat down after a while Harry was holding the bag of pea in his hand for him when Draco spoke up.
" What does this mean ? Like do you like me ? Are we going to start dating ?"
Harry Chuckled " I think I've always liked you but I would like to figure out till what extent I am in love with you and it can mean whatever you want it to mean, it can Also be just 2 five year olds doing playdate '
Draco chuckled shaking his hand " you're daft "
Harry laughed a little before the laughter evaporated and he was left with a smile " I would like to take you out on a date If you'd like that ?"
Draco bit his lip softly, nodding " I'd love to "
Harry placed a soft chaste kiss over lips Before he broke away Just to ask a simple question " does this mean you like me ?"
Draco rolled his eyes big time " you really are an idiot,i had my tongue in your mouth not 5 seconds ago. Of course I like you, I’ve liked you for a while now "
Harry Chuckled and resumed kissing Draco softly.They finally were more than just friends and there was no one more happy about it than them.
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This took me almost three days to write, i just hope people don’t hate this . Ps. On side note thank you so much for 500 followers despite my recent immense inactivity which i'm gravely sorry about.
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Da Capo - Part 11
Part 1-5 | Part 6 - 10
Coda (Italian: 'tail'). The tail end of a piece of music. Usually a section which indicates the end of the piece or section is approaching.
The wind howled where he sat, his back unsupported,his legs dangling off the roof and the smoke of one of the chimneys going off in the air, leaving grey clouds behind. He liked this peace, the silence, the scene in all because perhaps he was always looking for that void inside him to be filled and this helped him,the bizarre evening with one part of the sky already turning a darker shade of blue while the rest was painted in the pink orange sky, he liked it, he liked it all here, right where he was yet he felt himself to be in one of those moments where he’s diving in the ocean looking for something only he doesn’t know what it is, he’s just going deeper and deeper but he doesn’t even realise what it is. There were so many moments in his life that felt like blank canvas waited to be painted with or he felt as if he stood before a blank canvas with a brush in his hand, a stroke in position but he doesn’t know what to paint and it scares him that he doesn’t. He heard someone once say that he was the master of his own life, that his decisions, his choices, his life all lied in his own hands but he had often related himself to the animals left in the circus to perform, he knows what he needs to perform because he’s been trained to, he had rehearsed it but when the time comes when he’s on stage and it’s all real, he’s alone and he does as he had practiced and everyone in the audience thinks he came up with it, that he did it but that was the thing, he didn’t, he never did anything on his own,he was just a well trained circus animal ready to play fetch on stage. The silence grew louder in his chest and he stared longingly at the view reminiscing his conversations, the one with Draco which was more a dissolved argument than a conversation and the conversation with Ron 3 days ago . Reality crushed him like every other time and he fucked up once again, like he did several times in his life, like he did with everyone, like he fucked up at work today, he hated this him, the one who fucked up a lot, the one who let people down, the one who messed up relationships, the one where he remained alone bearing the consequences of fucking up, he wishes he didn’t fuck up but he felt all his life has been nothing but a fuck up and maybe that’s why he left everything behind so he could relearn life, so he could undo himself, be a new transformed Harry who didn’t fuck up and everyone would love him but it always felt impossible for him to not fuck up, it was as if it ran in his veins to mess it all up.
He visions the look on Draco’s face the night he left, the night they fought recently, he can imagine that it was the same pained look he woke upto everyday after Harry left him. He thought he did good, leaving Draco, abandoning him so he could see clearly why being with Harry was only a ruin, a sort of abysmal curse but the day he held the phone to his hear to call him back, he knew somewhere deep inside him that Draco didn’t see Harry that way, not yet at least. He wanted him to hate Harry, to finally open his closed eyes and see why being with Harry was just a stupid mistake but in his moments of weaknesses, he seek his comfort, his touch, his soft eyes, his soft smile, his love for him that he knows still linger somewhere, behind all of it, there’s still love and Draco didn’t deny it the night Draco left, he didn’t run away like Harry did, he faced his love and he conquered it and he stood with love and he exposed his love for Harry like an open wound but instead of healing it, Harry digs the flesh a little deeper so he was hurt, more, but maybe Draco was a fool in love that Harry knew he’d wait. He said it so himself that night that he’d wait, it wasn’t in his words that gave him assurance, it was in his face, in his eyes, in his pain that he’d wait when Harry is ready but how long would he wait until he have to give up. Would he ever even give up ? If 10 years from now if Harry doesn’t return home or he doesn’t reply to his calls, would he give up ? Would he settle with a man who would love him and cherish him and promise to love him to his grave, would Draco go with the man or would he wait for Harry to run to the altar to stop his wedding or would he wait for Harry late at night in his marriage to pick up the undialled call or would he look at strangers in the store and mistake them to be Harry and accidentally wave at them, would he name his kid Harry because it reminded him of the early happiness in his life, would he wait or would he give up if Harry decides to never return ?
Harry likes to imagine a life where Draco waits, a life where the fight over who tore the grocery bag or who’s turn is it to change the toothpaste or who forgot to put the milk in the fridge or a life where Draco have sweet nicknames for Harry each day, a life where they celebrate anniversaries with their loved on. A simpler life, the one where Harry doesn’t mess up but when an year ago when he used to see Draco stressed over things that Harry caused, he just wished to take his pain away, his sufferings away and that time the answer seemed to be leaving him and it maybe worked for a while, but then the void started to grow day by day as he walked the streets of Paris alone, as he visited all those famous places alone, as he started to shop alone, he felt the void growing and no air, no water, no sand, nothing extinguished it because it wasn’t a fire, it was in its own ‘matter’ that took up space, weight and mass, a weight that felt heavier day by day. He remembers one day when he woke up and he was in a good mood for once in a very long while and he remembered discussing with Draco about how Paris was a nice place to go for a trip and he booked the tickets as a surprise for their coming anniversary but that night when he had came from work, he saw Draco so much stressed from work, from things at home, from family, people that Harry tore those tickets apart without even thinking twice, now he likes to think that maybe taking Draco on that trip would’ve changed everything, for better or for worse, either on that trip Draco could’ve realised how Harry was a burden in his life or he could’ve realised that Harry was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with but he never waited to find out because he was impulsive and he took a decision so fast that he never even fully thought of what would’ve happened and somewhere Harry pretends its alright because he could not have bore such a result, he could not have bared being the one in his life or the worse where Draco would’ve decided to leave Harry because it seemed better when he didn’t know the truth but he wishes a lot that he knew it, he wishes that he had taken him on that trip and found out the answers that beheld, but again that’s what his entire life was, looking for answers for questions he never asked. There are questions he had pinned in the last page of his journal he opens only when he have a new one and the most highlighted one was the one " why did I come to Paris ? Why did I run away ?"
Maybe Draco was a bait he fed the answer as to the question but it had always been bigger than that, he knew it, he knew when he felt it when he blamed draco most nights that he ran away, he can feel it stirring inside his bones like an earthquake ready to divide the earth in two, but he doesn't know, he doesn't know what the answer is, neither is he sure he would ever be ready to learn that answer. He liked to live in peace that he didn't know it, yet he spent most of his days wondering about the dangling question just like his feets right now. He knows the answer wouldn't make any difference but he likes to think it would, he likes to imagine that he knows the answer, he likes to imagine that the answer lies in his fist but he's just too afraid to let go.
He heard the screeching of the door open behind him of the roof and he turned around to see Thomas walking in with a ball in his hand.
" Que fais-tu ici ?" ( What are you doing here ?) Thomas asked walking towards Harry, his ball tucked under his arm
" La vie " ( life ) Harry Chuckled.
Thomas didn't say anything but sat down besides Harry, a little scared to keep his feet dangling so he held onto the wall too tight.
" won't fall " Harry assured
" Comment savez-vous ?" ( How do you know ) Thomas snapped lightly
" this wall beneath " Harry pointed at the wall beneath his dangling feet. Thomas relaxed a little but still held onto to the wall tightly.
" Et la vie alors ? " ( So what about life ) Thomas asked turning to face Harry a little.
Harry chuckled " Tout " ( everything )
" dis-moi tout alors " ( tell me all about it then ) Thomas said.
Harry confusedly frowned at Thomas, trying to reconnect in his head the meaning of the words.
" tell me about it?" Thomas said in his french accent.
" Ce n'est rien " ( it's nothing ) Harry shook his head
" tell me" Thomas egged.
Harry stared at Thomas, a little boy of 12 for longer than a few minutes then thought what harm could it do.
" Un garçon " Harry said with a smile ( a boy )
" Celui qui a visité ?" ( The one who visited ) Thomas asked curiously
Harry nodded " Utilisé pour sortir avec lui" ( used to date him )
" you don't say " Thomas chuckled.
Harry smiled at Thomas confused " Pourquoi ?" ( Why ?)
" ah, he love you- Beaucoup " ( very much ) Thomas chuckled.
" how do you- did he tell you ?" Harry asked curiously
" no, I just see " Thomas answered.
Harry wanted to Laugh, he was a mere boy of 12, how possibly could he had seen the love or anything that existed but Harry always knew Thomas has been far wiser for his age and had noticed thing's many failed to notice.
" Qu'as-tu vu ?" ( What did you see ?) Harry asked
" Amour " ( love ) Thomas smiled.
" what sort ?" Harry asked now genuinely being curious, as if it'd help find answers.
" you see- this " he picked up his ball and pointed at it. Harry nodded. " Je joue au foot tous les jours, j'adore ça. Comme si c'était mon oxygène. He love you like that " ( I play soccer every day, I love it. Like it's my oxygen)
Harry thinks he barely understood it, he thinks he doesn't understand his french but he did, he knew when he picked up his ball, he knew where he was going just when he pointed at it, he understood the end most of all.
" football- my life- he love you- like your his life " Thomas said.
Harry stared at Thomas with a ball in his hand for very long time, he could hear him breathing, the scratching of his elbow on the ball, the sound of the chimney blowing off, the sound of a pressure cooker giving a whistle, he could listen it all and yet he was stuck with his echoing words from Thomas "he love you- like your his life "
Draco loved harry like he was his life, was it true, he didn't know.
" Commentaire savez-vous ?" ( How do you know ) Harry finally asked.
" Vous pouviez le voir, à la façon dont il vous rendait visite, à la façon dont il vous achetait à manger, à la façon dont vous riiez ensemble quand vous montiez les escaliers, c'était un rire plutôt agaçant mais c'était un vrai rire, Vous pouviez le voir dans la façon dont il vous regardait, dans la façon dont il marchait avec vous, parlait avec vous, dans tout. Il t'aime, beaucoup, tellement" Thomas answered truthfully.
(You could see him, the way he visited you, the way he bought you food, the way you laughed together when you walked up the stairs, it was a pretty annoying laugh but it was a real one, the laugh,You could see it in the way he looked at you, in the way he walked with you, spoke with you, in everything. He loves you, a lot, so much)
Harry's French wasn't as strong as it should've been and he knew he didn't understood most of it but he could feel it when Thomas said everything, he meant Draco loved him in everything, In the way he laughed with him, in the way he talked with him, in the way he visited him, in the way he walked with him, he loved him in everything and a lot too.
" Comment en savez-vous autant ? " ( How you know so much ?) Harry asked after a while.
" watching " Thomas replied, then pointed at the dying sun and smiled " it's beautiful "
Harry smiled after a while too. It was beautiful. It was very much indeed.
" you love him too ?" Thomas asked.
Harry nodded " too much that it hurts "
Thomas understandably nodded.
" he loved you too much- must hurt him too "
Harry frowned, it was like it just hit him, it must hurt him too, not because Harry wasn't with him, it must because he had Harry and yet didn't, it must hurt him because Harry's hurting and he knew it, he knew it because he was waiting, because he said he would, because he knew harry was hurting. It occured to him then that Draco knew all of it, but was waiting for Harry to speak about it, that it was hurting him to remain in love with someone who was also in Love but was afraid of it, and he knew it, Draco knew all of it yet pretended he didn't.
Harry didn't say anything for a long while after that just thinking of Draco until it started getting darker and he realised they had been sitting here for a long time doing nothing.
" Je ne sais pas pourquoi je suis venu à Paris ? " ( I don't know why I came to Paris ) Harry abruptly said.
Thomas startled a bit until he relaxed then spoke up " Pourquoi veux-tu rester ?" ( why do you want to stay )
" Je ne sais pas " ( I don't know ) Harry honestly Answered.
Thomas shook his head then got off the fence wall and jumped behind to walk back towards the door but he he remained there for a moment only to say " Alors trouve une raison de revenir en arrière " ( then find reasons to go back )
Harry looked at Thomas for moment longer than one until Thomas nodded, bidding a bye and left and Harry remained there thinking about what Thomas had just said and why it suddenly hit him hard.
He realised he finally reached the bottom of the ocean, there was no beyond anymore, not anymore at least, just going back.
I added the translation of French portions so you people could understand. Thanks for the support so far.
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Harry can remember thinking the day he was running around in circles in the park when draco passed by him swiftly, challenging him and harry being the competitive person he is had raced draco. He remembered from that day when he looked at Draco, the way he had star gazed at him as if he was made of constellations, watched him gulp the water down his throat, looked at him as he fixed the watch on his wrist, the way he fixed his hair after having run for so long, the way he has harshly breathed; but harry Also remembers the way he looked at Draco on the little road trip they had done, the way draco just gazed outside in pure wonder like a dog putting his head out when seen something interesting, the way he had let his hand out and felt the air pass through his finger, the smile that had etched on his face after harry had woken him when he fell asleep, the way his eyes shone with a different shade of blue when the sunlight hit his face, the way he breathed softly while sleeping, the way he had ruffled Harry's hair during driving because he was bored. He remembered all of it and he wondered when did he fell for him, he didn't plan on it but he had fallen. He remembered that night when he had waited for draco to fall asleep on a sleepover so he could confess but he only found himself saying it to draco
"tell me I'm yours "
Draco had grinned in small smile, clutching Harry's hands in his own and whispered
" you're mine "
Harry had almost retracted his hand back out of fear, afraid that he had just whispered in his sleep but what draco said next " now let me sleep" he knew he was wide awake, waiting for harry to say maybe because he knew harry would never say it wide awake, but he was glad nonetheless Because he was finally, his.
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For he who found solace
They all said when they lost the apartment they've been betting on for months, when they saw their fiance wanting something different, when they couldn't make it through a job interview, when they didn't get a promotion that " life is unfair " but little did they know about the suffering of Someone Somewhere across the world. What a pity should be offered to those who suffered like this but what a pity should be offered to the one who suffered plenty. What a pain must he had felt when the door shut on his face with his bags thrown out of the manor he grew up in, the place who was his own- for raising his voice, for choosing to be someone, for trying to be different, for choosing to not marry young, for choosing to not be a manufacturing unit for the malfoy blood line, for choosing to do the work he liked and not what they liked, for choosing to be Involved in work a malfoy wasn't supposed to be involved in, for choosing to stand for what was right, for choosing to love men over women, what a pity it was to stand there where he stood with tear stained faced with shaking hands and choked sobs that didn't stop. The pain he felt was not what they understood because their father didn't call them a dirty filthy son and threw them out with the bags. They didn't know. The world didn't know what he felt when he was there, nobody cared to. Draco picked up his bags, Walked with destroyed confidence because of that scar that a ruled the life of a 19 year old boy. He disapparated to the one boy who had known the pain, who had lived with his life being ruled upon, who has been rumoured to have broken up with girlfriend. Draco never knew why or how or what he could've done but he knew out of all the used to be broken fragments of people, it was he who would offered him the solace he seeked. He rang the doorbell at much later than midnight and upon opening be whispered in broken voice " can I stay here for a while? I have no one " harry nodded, helping him with bags and letting him in.
It was after hours in the morning light when draco had finally decided he could face the world he approached harry with a small nod and harry stood up, wrapped his arms around him because he finally could and whispered " life is unfair "
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Da Capo - Part 12 - The Last
Part 1 - 5 // Part 6 - 11 // Request by @sunflowerishdolphin is finally complete, a soft epilogue however will be released. Dialogue Prompt no. 16- “I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear ?”
Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.
Harry sat restlessly, his legs bouncing up and down frantically, biting his nails waiting for the ticket collector to just take his ticket. Leg bouncing? Nervousness. Biting his nails? Impatient. He stared out from the window as the train started moving and he pressed his back firmly against the seat, his heartbeat rising and falling. He was finally doing it, that’s all he thought, after 10 hours of his brain fusing and turning on again, he was finally going to do it, he was going to finally go home, at least what he used to call home.
In the last 10 hours after he had a peaceful conversation with Thomas about realizing there was only going back, he impatiently stared at the phone, picking up the dialler to call Draco, then set down again. He did it probably a thousand times until he knew there was no way he could fix everything without seeing him. So there he was boarding a 2-hour train at 8 p.m. to London.
“ votre billet ?” (your ticket)
Harry immediately fetched the ticket out of his front pocket, gave him the ticket then finally relaxed down in his chair as if taking the ticket away had done something to him. It really didn’t though.
Not more than 5 minutes later, his nervousness and anxiety crept back in him and he couldn’t wait to just reach already. He became so impatient that the woman who sat in front of him, knitting her sweater and telling a story about when she first started knitting, he felt like putting her sweater on fire but he assured himself it was just anxiety doing it to him, so after minutes he finally politely left his seat and went by the train door and opening it to just breathe. It was in that moment when Harry realized how the small compartments of the train were cage-like, forcing him to halt his breath, suffocating him as if a cord was circling tighter around his neck minute and by the minute. He couldn’t help it but when he stared at the compartment door of the Train, he realized how much he liked being here and how much the compartments reminded him of his life, the people in it and his past, the one that kept suffocating him unconsciously that he deeply desired to abandon everything and so like everything else, he remained seated at the train door instead of in his seat, because he felt more alive here than there.
Those 2 hours in going from Paris to London seemed like a journey of a lifetime with Harry watching fields after fields passing by, his breath halting some times, then relaxing again. Those 2 hours seemed to have taken everything out of him that was left, and rendered him exhausted, and not just physically. When he finally got to the station and boarded off, he sort of wished Draco was there standing to pick him up like Harry always picked him up at the station but then again, nobody knew Harry even was in London now, not even his own heart. It was just his mind that was finally in London and his physical being. It was as if a part of him still hadn’t accepted that he was back where it all started and maybe that part of him was never going to accept.
Harry took the first overpriced taxi to Draco’s apartment and with his heart beating loudly in his chest, he reached there, but when they reached the destination, Harry remained seated for the longest time that it kept overcharging him for every single he remained there.
“ anytime now,” the taxi driver said, biting off his dry lips, watching Harry in the mirror.
Harry looked at the driver, then at the apartment building, then again at the driver.
In the loop he performed, he vividly remembers sitting right in the taxi even the night he left, performing the same loop, it was all like, he was still stuck there, in time, in a loop of Draco and away. He could run away now too, he could easily abandon everything again and probably never come back again but then his eyes fell upon the closed bakery just in front of the building and he remembered the first time Draco had gotten home with stuff from that Bakery and for the first time Harry had felt worthy because someone had done something for him. All those small things that happened made so much more sense but like that closed bakery, abandonment was easier than keeping it up because you always have to pay the debts. He harshly breathed again, his hand pressed against his chest, rubbing in circles to calm his heart but as the loop went on for a longer time, he found it harder and harder to make the first steps. Abandonment was easier. Going away was easier. Leaving everything away was easier but coming back, it was the hardest thing to do.
He irrationally released a breath again and this time the driver spoke “ I’m at perfect Liberty to kick you out, are you going to get out or not ?”
Harry stared at the driver, then finally as if he found a little amount of courage and almost scared of the driver he got out, and the driver immediately scrambled away. He stared longingly at the apartment building, remembering how it had happened before too. It was a loop, Harry reminded himself. A Circle with infinite loops. A Circle that only got more intimidating as it closed in, only it wasn’t a circle closing in, it was right where it had been but it seemed to come closer or maybe it was all just in Harry’s head.
Minutes passed by and Harry remained there, standing in front of the apartment building, he could’ve remained there all night, slept there too, and just simply would’ve met Draco the next morning when he would leave for work but that was easier wasn’t It and coming back was hard and so this night Harry chose the harder thing to do, he walked the steps upstairs after several minutes and without thinking he rang the doorbell.
“ yes ?” A strange man opened the door and Harry’s breath almost stopped upon imagining that Draco had gotten on with someone, moved on, and finally started dating new and a couple hundred more possibilities until the guy asked him again what he actually needed.
“ there’s no Draco Malfoy here ” and he shut the door on Harry’s face. He weirdly stared at the door for a few moments until he realized he rang the wrong doorbell and finally walked up another floor.
He rang the doorbell after double-checking and finally after what felt like several seconds the door opened.
“ Harry ?”
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“ can I help you with a cup of tea or a coffee ?” Draco asked as he lowered his gaze at Harry from where he was standing to him who was sitting in Draco’s purple living room chair.
Harry didn’t reply like the several other times he hadn’t this night. He remained there, seated on the chair numb in silence. He was so silent that it seemed like he was in a shock which he was finding difficult to recover from. Draco didn’t know why he even tried asking anything anymore, he didn’t receive a reply anyways.
Draco sighed as he walked back into the kitchen and returned with a cup of coffee and put it on the coffee table next to Harry “if you feel like drinking of course ”
But he received no reply this time either. It was slightly frustrating if Draco had to be honest but the moment his eyes would land up on Harry, he knew there was something so much bigger than he’d ever expected, he knew Harry had a reason coming back here with the luggage but perhaps in the courageous act of packing the luggage he hadn’t made peace with the fact that he was infact coming back to London. So Draco waited like he always promised he would.
“ I don’t know why you’re here and I’m sure you have a reason but since you’re basically in a shock, I’m going to sit there and keep reading my book like I was doing before, and if you feel like talking just speak up ”
Harry didn’t reply this time either, so defeated Draco sat down on the couch in front of the fireplace and resumed reading his book like he was doing before Harry came along.
Though in Harry’s mind things ran wild. He was in Shock. He thought he knew what he was doing when he set off to come back here but sitting in the same apartment he abandoned a year ago everything felt so surreal like something was tormenting him. He knew his coming back here had a reason only in the rush of doing the right he hadn’t even thought of what he was going to say when he would finally face Draco. It was like he planned and he planned and there were words in his mouth but the moment he’d try to open his lips, they would collapse on his tongue and he’d be speechless again. There were so many things he wanted to say yet he didn’t know how to tell him, he knew nothing of how he was even going to speak up and it terrified him.
Minutes after minutes went by and only when Draco changed his position a little bit to tuck his feet under his thigh that Harry finally dared to speak.
“ I love you ”
Draco’s eyes widened suddenly, his book almost falling off his hands as he stared at Harry, the words echoing in the room in the thick air.
“ what? ” Draco asked, his throat closing in.
“I love you. Is that what you wanted to hear? Isn’t it ?” Harry nervously asked.
Draco inhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again and resting his book on the side table, and properly turned to Harry.
“ No ” Draco shook his head “ That’s what you think I want to hear ”
“ then why everything ?” Harry asked
Draco frowned a little, his head tilting like he couldn’t believe Harry had asked something as stupid as this or that he just couldn’t believe that he had asked this question after everything that went down by the river.
“ because I like spending time with you. I told you that before too ”
“ but that’s not all ” Harry countered.
“ it is all-”
“ We both know it’s not ” and now it was Draco’s turn to be left speechless because they both knew it was always more than that, only both of them kept denying the bouncing thought that ever came in their heads until now.
“ Why are you here Harry? I thought you didn’t want to come back here anymore ?” He asked sighing.
“ bec- because- ” he halted then as if he realized he spoke again “ I don’t know ”
Draco let out an exaggerated breath, leaning back on his couch like he couldn’t believe Harry had answered but wasn’t surprised because he saw it coming.
“ you really don’t know? You took a train for here, you came all the way here and you don’t know why ”
“ I- I thought I knew but- I- I don’t anymore ” he stuttered.
Draco pinched the bridge of his nose lightly before he placed his hands to his side on the couch as if he was about to get up.
“ then you coming here was a waste ” and he indeed did get up.
But like a switch that flicked inside Harry, he stood up too and raised his voice to create more emphasis “ to fix things ”
Draco turned around to face Harry “ to fix things? What exactly do you want to fix, us ?”
“ yes- because I don’t want to live off without the possibility of us, I thought I could do that but that’s not what I want, I don’t want to live in a time where we don’t exist because I like us ” that left Draco flushed and speechless, what was he supposed to say, it left him both angry and happy and he didn’t know which exactly he should react with to make it sane enough.
“ you said you like spending time with me and I do too. I want to fix this because maybe one day I want to sit next to you and discuss a grocery list or maybe fight over pillows or whatever it is that couple’s do because I do like you Draco, I just don’t want to live in a time where there isn’t us. I want to fix this because it’s the right thing to do” Harry explained, his hands moving in exasperated motions.
“ you don’t fix things because it’s the right thing to do Harry, you fix things because you want to ”
“ But I want to ”
“ do you really? ”
Silence again.
“ Draco -”
“ Harry, I like you, very much that it physically hurts me but I know what you’re saying right now is not going to last, it didn’t the last time, and nor is it going to this time. You like the idea of us, you don’t actually like everything we have because we had fights over pillows and discussing grocery lists and you were never enthused in it because you didn’t like that, so tell me Harry why do you want to fix things? Why now? Why not a year ago when we had everything ?” Draco asked and waited patiently as Harry gazed at him as if he was reading off a script on his face to look for his answer, though there wasn’t any script because this was real, very much real.
Draco waited for his answer and Harry didn’t have one and he decided to walk away, back into his bedroom without caring what would happen to Harry but that was in his head Because the moment the thought flashed in his eyes, Harry caught and spoke up before he could even take on a step.
“ You had everything Draco”
“ I didn’t ”
And the silence dragged on for several moments. The weight had been lifted or had become balanced but the truth had been unveiled and the moment became so much more than it had been before. This was the reason Harry knew he left that night. Draco had everything, Ron had everything, Hermione had everything, Ginny had everything, everyone had everything but him. He had nothing of his own because everything he had was on borrowed time, relationships, people, things, everything, like nothing was entirely his own and he felt his existence to be just a mere survival as if, if he wasn’t there it would be indifferent Because he simply didn’t matter, because he was always for granted, everything in his life was, even him.
“ I had nothing-”
“You had me, you had Ron, Hermione, molly-everyone-”
“ not my own Draco, not my own. None of you are my own even if someday’s it felt like that but most days when I was sulking away I knew everyone had different lives, everyone was on their own and they had everything- I didn’t. I didn’t live a normal life- at least not what a normal 17 year would have lived Draco- and I looked for it everywhere- in Ron, in Hermione, in Molly, Ginny, George, the work people, you but I didn’t find because none of you are the answers. I had everything but I had nothing Draco, nothing that was just my own, not even my own life. Everything was just granted ” Harry stopped.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt spoken, heard Because he was finally saying words he had held onto for so long that they had Turned into nothing but secret’s he himself didn’t know of and now finally he was unraveling his secrets and Draco was only watching as Harry Started to crumble away like a huge mountain was melting into mere dust.
“ I loved you Draco- and I did but everything we had in a relationship just grew on me, like I was playing a part of a perfect boyfriend, and even with everyone else, I was playing the part of the perfect ex, the perfect best friend, the perfect savior, the perfect son like, the perfect auror. I was always playing the part-”
“and you didn’t want to anymore. That’s why you left ” Draco finished his sentence. Harry nodded.
“ I was tired. I was so tired that I couldn’t even see anything straight ” Harry’s throat closed and he saw down on the chair once again, releasing a sharp breath, overwhelmed with emotions.
Draco watched Harry almost in pity and curiosity and wonderment in a way for how Harry had lived like this all this time and how had he never realized it.
“ I looked for this answer for so long, I thought that maybe being in Paris would give me the answers but it had been with me, everywhere I went because these words are of my own, not of places. I thought I needed to get away but- I- I never wanted to leave but- every day- I just felt being pushed in a box or you know watching my painting from afar turning into dust, I felt distancing away from who I was, who I could’ve been and I was letting it happen because I was watching it- it was always some ministry dinner, a family dinner, a ball to attend or your parents to visit or going for shopping together and deciding upon which colour of couch matched best with our walls- I thought when I’d be in a relationship, all of this would make me happy but I would see you happily choosing colours of Couch and all I could ever think of was what was the colour of the wall and it was all Because I was lost. I was merely existing- that’s all I was doing. I was only breathing without my heart beating in my chest, do you know what I mean ?” Harry stopped himself again and he watched as Draco had sat down on the arm of the chair Harry was sitting on gazing into the burning fireplace in almost a shock.
“ you never tried to overwhelm me but I just wasn’t there Draco, it was only you in the relationship or at least what I thought and that day when I left it finally clicked to me, that it was just you there and not me and I didn’t want you to figure it out one day, so I left before it was too late. I blamed our relationship a lot for the reason for moving away but in reality, I was the reason I moved because I wasn’t even here, I was nowhere ”
“ I- I never knew- any of it ” Draco stammered almost turning to Harry, only he thought he was but he was just staring at the fireplace.
“ How could you have known, I didn’t even know it myself o-or maybe I did all the time but-”
“ ignored it ?”
Harry nodded.
They remained silent again as if they were allowing the weight of the words to settle down but the words still pinched like they did the first time.
“ I never knew I was imposing our relationship on you,” Draco said after a while, his voice low.
Harry shook his head immediately “ you were not- you were just being you and I- I was just lost ”
“ why didn’t you tell all of this before ?”
“ because I didn’t know- or- I just wasn’t ready to know- I don’t know ” Harry frowned staring at the fireplace too then turning to see Draco.
“ it was fast for me. Everything- and I don’t blame you but it was what it was ”
“ you could’ve said so. All you had to do was tell me, Harry, I would’ve understood you, We lost an entire year- what we could’ve been ” Draco turned to Harry but In silence, he found the answer, he didn’t want to hurt Draco or he thought he was protecting him from getting hurt but in the end, it had turned into a Blunder nobody Could’ve been saved from. The truth was that even if Harry had known this a year ago and he would’ve said anything the time when they were together, the words would’ve turned into a wall of said things and never acted upon and maybe Harry always knew that and now so did Draco.
“ I don’t know if I would’ve said anything it would’ve changed anything,” Harry said and it made sense. It made a lot of sense.
“ It seemed like the right thing to do ” Draco spoke his mind and Harry nodded again.
It felt like the right thing to do.
“ didn’t you ever wonder-”
“ a lot ” harry Chuckled cutting him off “ never bought me any peace. I never wanted to settle in Paris. It was supposed to be a little solo trip I wanted to take time and figure things out and come back to you but I started liking it a little bit. I started feeling like I had something of my own after all like I could have a life of my own and I stayed ”
Draco understandably nodded, his anger, his sadness, his confusion everything melted like butter and all he kept wondering was how didn’t he see all of it after all wasn’t that what his life used to be like. Just a mere survival before Harry even came along. Had he been so oblivious that he didn’t see the man he loved turning into a man he used to be, how could he have missed the signs? Was he so happy in his life, so stable, so well that he didn’t wait to put a thought on how his boyfriend was doing? When was even the last time when they were together he had even asked Harry how he was doing? Did he ever even ask?
“ did it ever feel like home ?”
Harry thought for a moment before he shook his head “ home is where my heart is, only I don’t know where my heart is, some of it is with you, some with the Weasley’s, some with who had died, some with Thomas back in Paris. A little everywhere, so I don’t know where my home is, maybe it’s with everyone, a little but it exists, just somewhere with everyone ”
They finally smiled facing each other. This was the moment Harry felt something that didn’t feel lost. He didn’t feel like being the perfect man but fell in love with the man who was defying the standards of the perfect man and willing to continue to be imperfect, just the way he was.
“ Home is where my heart is,” Draco said after a while as if he was adding to Harry's monologue or replying to him where his heart was.
“ and where is that ?” Harry asked bemused
“ by the river sìene I guess- that carousel, that Eiffel tower, that restaurant, your place in Paris, in the plant I pot, but it’s here too, right here- so maybe it’s with you” a pause “ maybe that’s why I keep running back to you even when you leave me- because I’m scared to be alone” Draco frowned by the end.
Harry took his hand and intertwined their fingers in the most natural fitting way because this always felt meant to be and not strange, no matter what their labels were, it always felt natural because maybe what they had, had always been more than just an existence in matters but something very much alive. Harry could always say he felt lost in the time when they were together but when he held Draco’s hands or he intertwined their fingers together or leaned his head on his arm, he knew this was natural because in whatever life they were living right now or in whatever other realities or times they’ve lived in, they’ve always been supposed to be together because them being together seemed the most natural thing ever.
He leaned his head on his arm and whispered “ I’m scared too, I’m always scared ”
Draco leaned his head down a little so the top of their heads was pressed together so they knew they were together like they always had been but they always had been apart too.
That night when they remained sitting there on the armchair for the longest time, they thought individually of all the words left unspoken, of all, they could’ve been but had been so afraid of the reality washing over. They had been so scared to be alone, both of them that they never thought they could survive without the other until they had and they realized they could live without another but it was just simply that they didn’t want to, they wanted to be able to breathe next to another as if sharing the same air was the reason for their survival but it wasn’t. They had lived in different cities, didn’t see each other for a year and more, and realized they could live without another but that was the difference wasn’t it, in wanting to live without another and actually living without another. When they were together maybe everything had been a mere escape for both of them or perhaps they enjoyed the relationship but it was no lie that both of them had been doing nothing but playing the part, even Draco himself, too was playing the part of being the perfect boyfriend, curating a perfect relationship, doing everything as it should’ve been done, Date for 2 years, then move in together, visit parents with boyfriend, go the boyfriends family house, go on family trips, making a public appearance as a couple, do everything as it had been written without even wondering if that was actually what they both wanted. It was then when they stared longingly at the burning fire in the fireplace that the two of them realized that they had been nothing but strange pieces of puzzle cut in shape by a child to fit together even when they didn’t belong to the puzzle, but they were the pieces of a puzzle, just not the one they were put in.
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Harry walked to the station with their hand intertwined and ushering about the next weekend plan where Draco would visit Harry and the next perhaps Harry would visit if he felt like it.
” you scared ?“
Harry nodded ” always"
Draco smiled at him and placed a soft kiss on Harry’s cheek in a tender touch “ we’ll begin again when it’s time ”
“ when it’s time ”
“ One ticket to Paris, “ Harry said.
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7 stages of falling in love with Harry Potter
1. It came in waves and crashed when Draco realised that Harry was always more than his he had ever seemed and that there so much more to his smile, to his eyes, to his words, to his everything that nobody knew of and Draco was the only one learning them in secret passages of the school. Learning that Harry liked saving others not because he was always labelled as the saviour or because liked saving but because he wished someone had saved him or his parents or his closed ones, he saved because he knew the pain of losing, the pain in letting go and the welcoming regret. Draco knew then in those hallways and secret visits in the libraries that Harry had always been more than just a muse to a song, he had always been the thin cloud's a child is amused to see but protective of the dangerously beaming sunlight.
2. It was in the ways of knowing the exact look on Harry's face when he didn't understand something during class, something that was in between a scrunch and a frown and knowing the look of victory that formed on his face after minutes when he'd finally understand what had been said before. It was in knowing what the different looks on Harry's face meant. He had curated a special look for every occasion and even a special look for when Draco would walk towards him and a different look when they'd finally hug.
3. It was in knowing that Harry tasted so much of apples for odd reasons, maybe it was because of his toothpaste or the apple pies he hate in the morning but he always tasted like apples when they'd Kiss and Harry would linger the kiss for a little longer because he knew Draco liked it.
4. The way his lips would turn into a smile when he'd be watching Draco with such fondness that he thought Draco wasn't aware of but he had always enjoyed knowing the way Harry looked at him when he thought Draco wasn't looking, a look that had so much admiration, a look with so much fondness, a look that said ' how did I get so lucky ' but Draco knew better to never to break his gaze of fondness because he knew Harry liked watching Draco when he wasn't looking, like he was storing Draco away in a collection of Memories.
5. It was in seeing Harry in a way nobody had ever known when he would intently be listening to someone's life or would be nothing more than a therapist friend and how he'd crumble so easily with their pain and help them in picking up their pieces. It was in those moments Draco would wonder so much about how someone who had been through so much could still have so much to give, like there wasn't ever enough love Harry delivered but just knowing that Harry placed everyone before him in a selfless act of loving made Draco love him so much more than he had ever imagined.
6. It was in running around trees in forbidden forest or running in circles around Black lake or the midnight session of quidditch when Draco would love Harry in a different way. In the day he loved Harry in a way that he's my sweet boyfriend but when pressed against the trees and kissing for so much longer than would've been suggested by the romance book in libraries, he would think to himself how lucky he had been to find some such a person like Harry, he was paradise in hell and Draco loved every bit of it as Long as it lasted. He was his walking hell and heaven.
7. It was in loving Harry in a way knowing they'd made it through everything, the war, the differences, the fights, the judgements, the rivalries, the abundance of hatred, they had made it through and would relax in a couch they had customised made. Draco would place his legs over that of Harry and sigh in relief and then just hear Harry as he'd read an interesting corner from the witch weekly magazine About a new potions discovery. It was in those moments Draco wondered how long had he even known Harry was the one he wanted to spend a forever with, but then it didn't matter as Long as they had made it through everything and were finally in a house of their own with their name's and Love that was just their own.
An alternative version to - 7 stages of falling in love with Draco Malfoy
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Hi , can I request for Prompt no. 17. “wHY DO YOU KEEP LYING TO ME ?” , no or light angst please.
i swear i faced a huge writer's block for this one and i don't even know how it turned out tbh.
Keys to a healthy relationship
“ Psychology today’s mentions in the blog that keys to a healthy relationship are trust, honesty and interaction in both negative and positive ways to keep the fire in the relationship burning and to keep love alive. Hear that Ron, interaction and honesty are the keys to a healthy relationship” Hermione eyed Ron, lifting her eyes from the newspaper she was reading from, in a way that she was taunting him about something.
Ron groaned and just then Harry tagged along on the table “ What are we talking about?” he asked as he gave Hermione her cup of cappuccino and Ron his cup of lemonade while he himself sat down with his cup of normal hot coffee.
“ Keys to a healthy relationship apparently that Hermione assumes I don’t know of” Ron rolled his eyes
“Why is that ?” Harry hummed
“ Tell him, Ron” she narrowed her eyes in a normal way she used to do all those years ago when she was annoyed by Ron or he had done something wrong, Harry was very much familiar with the look.
“ I lied to her about not wanting to go to the ministry party, I told her I had somethings to do Ginny for Mum and Dad’s anniversary when instead I was watching quidditch match at home” Ron recited monotonously.
“ See that was lying to me and not communicating to me” Hermione commented
“ Can you blame him though, I mean have you seen the ministry Party’s, they’re boring as hell, all old wizards and witches and old boring crap” Harry frowned
“ Exactly, Thank you Harry” Ron exaggerated
“ But that’s not the point-”
“ I’m sure he just didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you how pathetic those Party’s are and sometimes he just doesn’t like going to them you know. When he’s lying for your benefit then I don’t think they should fundamentally harm your relationship, all technicality you know “ Harry explained as he gulped the remaining of his coffee.
Ron gave him an impressed smile and looking at Hermione in ‘see he gets it’
Hermione rolled her eyes “Fine, I’ll just go by myself-”
“ That’s not what I meant-” Ron interrupted
“ Seemed like to me” Hermione lopsidedly replied taking her cup back to the counter suggesting that she was slightly pissed.
“ Thanks mate “ Ron rolled his eyes and went after Hermione.
Harry laughed as he watched Ron trying to make upto Hermione and soothing her with words like ‘we’ll go to your favourite orchestra show’
Harry shook his head, picking the newspaper from the coffee table and had only read the first few headline when he heard.
“ Hey “
Harry’s face immediately grew into a smile “ Hi babe “ and he immediately got up and pecked his lips quickly in a sweet affection.
“ What’s up with them ?” Draco asked as he sat down next to Harry on the chair after ordering one of the waiters his regular
“Ron lied to Hermione to avoid a ministry party and now he’s trying to make up to her” Harry chuckled
“ Can you blame him, those Party’s are as boring as Hagrid’s classes “ Draco and Harry chuckled along.
“ They weren’t so bad you know “ Harry teased after a while
“ Please, he left buckbeak on me” Draco rolled his eyes
“ If we clearly remember-”
“ We don’t need to get into details. One shall not remain in the past” Draco said and immediately thanked the waiter for bringing his usual coffee. Harry chuckled.
“We’re still up for tonight ?” Harry asked suddenly
“ Tonight ?” Draco asked
“Yeah, We’re visiting Teddy’s recital, I told you that” Harry frowned.
Draco face immediately formed into a mild shock of how he had absolutely forgotten about that “I totally forgot about that, I- I have some left over work at school to finish, and I have to arrange the test for tomorrow morning, I’m sorry, He won’t be upset if don’t make it through would he ?” Draco asked apologetically
Harry nodded disappointingly “ He’ll understand I think, still try to make it through”
Draco smiled at Harry before he placed a soft kiss on his forehead and told him he’ll try to make it.
When a few minutes later Draco left in a hurry claiming he completely forgot about something at work, Harry felt something was off. He had been feeling the vibe and something being off for a while but had not raised any doubt, in himself or in Draco because he knew how much they loved each other and he knew Draco would never do anything to hurt Harry, not purposely anyway, and Harry knew that very well, after all they had been together for a very long time almost 4 years in a couple weeks.
“ What’s up with you ?” Harry immediately looked up at the question and nodded instantly that everything was fine and he was just thinking about what to wear for Teddy’s recital tonight.
“ Don’t you think Draco had been cancelling a few more plans than usual lately, I mean I didn’t want to say anything but it seems like it doesn’t it ?” Hermione asked settling into the seat where Draco was formerly sitting.
Harry dazed Turned to Hermione " I've been trying not to think of it but its evident right ?"
Hermione hesitantly nodded " I'm pretty sure it's nothing though. I mean he wouldn't ever hurt you "
" I know but it's just a bit suspicious. Anyways- where did Ron go ?" Harry asked interjecting himself
" oh- he left for some work at office "
Harry nodded despite of it seeming fishy too.
Harry pretended as the days went by that he wasn't bothered by Draco cancelling plans over and over again, he pretended that he was oblivious of the fact that Draco was cancelling most of plans on purpose and surprisingly enough for the first time Ron was calm about the whole situation and told Harry to just relax and maybe see it from a different perspective. Easier said than done, when your boyfriend of 3, almost 4 years cancel on a routine saturday dinner’s for the 3rd time in a month, something felt fishy and he couldn’t help but wonder the worst possible scenarios and even though he hated himself to think of them, he couldn’t help but think of them.
“ Maybe you’re just thinking about it a lot, Maybe he is in fact busy at school. I mean Harry you do know how hard things can be before christmas breaks right, the whole winding up of syllabus and giving off tests and assessing everything. Its not easy being a Professor Harry. I’m sure he’ll make it upto you somehow “ Ron advised and for some reason Harry didn’t feel as though his words were genuine but he did understand the point of it but it was suspicious of how calm he really was being, he was normally the paranoid one in the whole thing but ever since he became an auror and started living with Hermione, he had changed a lot.
“ Maybe you’re right” Harry sighed. Ron nodded understandably.
“ But I can’t help but wonder you know “ Harry interrupted
“ wonder what ?” Ron asked curiously.
“ That he might be you know “ Harry raised his eyebrows suggestively.
“ Draco- What. No, It’s Draco we’re talking about, he’d never. He loves you too much to do anything like that. Have a little faith in your boyfriend Harry. This is the same Draco we’re talking about who walked with his hands in your backpocket so people would stop staring at your ass “ Ron chuckled. Harry smiled at the memory. Draco really used to do that and he very much liked putting hands in back pocket to label their relationship. When in the beginning Harry had doubts about the relationship and Draco, he had done that to prove Harry how much he meant to him and how much serious he was about that and that was only back when they were in 8th year and even though everyone knew Harry was taken, Draco used to tag along because he feared one day Harry might find someone better and he hated to think of those times. Their relationship hadn’t been the easiest one’s in any sort, the complications, the humiliations, the fight, the taunts, the hate, everything they had to face to finally reach here, Harry knew Draco wouldn’t trade it for the whole world but with everything, Harry couldn’t help but wonder each time Draco cancelled a plan whether something went wrong in all the time they’ve been together and if Draco is finally bored of Harry after all.
“Mate, relax. He loves you, its very cheesy but he really does and he reminds you like everyday, if not you then no one “ Ron reassured when Harry remained lost in his thoughts.
Harry looked at Ron for a few moments before he realised that maybe Ron was right and he was just being more paranoid and again he let it slide and everything turned out fine infact. The next day Draco took both of them out on a nice fancy date and spoiled Harry and apologized a lot for being a terrible boyfriend and for not making time for him and how his activities are inexcusable and Harry knew then in his heart that Draco would never find it in himself to ever think of cheating on Harry or even leaving him because clearly he loved him too much.
It was a couple of days before Christmas when after a casual meet up after days Harry had stayed over at Draco’s place. There was unsettling odd feeling about everything, and just Draco in general because after the last date he had been pretty distant or somewhat weird and not in a “ i love you less “ way but in a he’s hiding something way and that terrified Harry more than “ i love you less now “, so he wandered off in the apartment after Draco had fallen alseep and was snuggled closely in the blankets. Harry had wandered off just walking in the apartment and ended up scurrying through cabinets to find something to eat when he finally found it.
Harry gasped as soon as he opened a small blue tiffany box and in it rested a key.
“ OH - That’s why “ Harry grinned to himself in relief when he realised what it was and kept it back where he found it, smiling to himself. That night Harry slept well for the first time in a long time.
The next morning events were as delightful as Harry’s mood and had resulted in a morning shower sex and a sweet complimentary breakfast simply because he was too happy to have found that Draco wasn’t cheating on him or anything else but had been apartment hunting and even if he allowed himself to just assume everything, he didn’t refuse to believe that he might be incredibly wrong but it didn’t cause any hurdles in the morning activities.
“ You’re in a rather good mood today” Draco grinned as he lingered on Harry’s lips after the makeout session in the kitchen.
“ What can I say, you have this effect on me” Harry whispered with his eyes closed and the sweet taste of Draco’s lips still over his own.
“ Wow Harry- you- I so want you again right now” Draco bit Harry’s lip pressing him against the counter
“ Then fucking have me “
And they did it again and definitely ended up being late for their respective work places.
" Draco's going to ask me to move on with him " he suddenly told Hermione, not being able to keep it in anymore.
She gasped " what ?" Then broke into a huge grin
" I was wandering off in his kitchen last night and found a tiffany box with a key in it, so i think but I can't be sure and I am excited but I don't want to get too excited because you know I might have got it all wrong-"
" screw it he's gonna ask you to move in with him " Hermione immediately jumped up and hugged Harry who returned the hug just as affectionately.
" it makes sense you know then, everything- him cancelling plans" Hermione grinned excitedly after breaking apart.
" but we can't be too sure. I mean it's a possibility but-'
" yeah. If he asks you, act surprised" and she she clapped her hand together in excitement again. Harry ended up laughing with her and discussed all the time they were at the coffee shop about when and how he might ask Harry.
Despite Hermione's strict warning to keep it a secret and act natural, Harry couldn't help but smile each time his eyes laid on Draco and would end imagining all the scenarios about how he might ask him, anytime.
" Oh- Harry I forgot to tell you, my Mom's birthday coming up so I am buying her an apartment in central London, what do you think about that ?"Draco asked suddenly as he placed the bowl of spaghetti over bigger coaster and plates by the side.
" an apartment- oh- OH-" Harry face turned into a shock then disappointment upon connecting the dots that the key in the Tiffany box was actually for Narcissa " I- I think it's a lovely present "instead he fake grinned.
" I thought so too, it's the perfect apartment with enough sun light and well ventilation- it's absolutely perfect " Draco grinned.
Harry nodded abruptly immediately taking the plate from the table and immediately taking some of spaghetti in his plate.
" I'm sure it's gonna be great after all it's your choice " Harry gave him a neat smile before he picked up the remote and Turned on the TV and started watching to avoid Draco and thinking of how stupid it was to believe Draco would ask Harry to move in with him.
For the next few days only a couple before Christmas, Harry had visited Hogwarts for some work when he decided to surprise visit to Draco's room, but upon arrival he only heard harsh Whispers.
" You should've seen his face- I mean please He looked to hurt. I don't know how much longer can I hold onto this "
Harry frowned to himself, placing his ear more closely to the door.
" just trust the process Draco, you want it to be special right, then just trust me. He's gonna love it and he'll never deny it alright. Besides it's only a couple days later, just hold on alright. You love him right " a pause " and you want to live with him right" A pause again " then just 2 more days and then you can ask him and it'll finally be over "
" I swear to fucking Merlin I never saw the day would come when I'd take advice from a Weasley " Draco groaned and Harry just knew him too well that he knew Draco must be rolling off his eyes right now.
" Just till Christmas then you can do whatever with him. I'm just making it memorable for him okay. He's gonna love it " He who Harry knew by now was Ron, said.
" I'm gonna wreck your apartment if he doesn't agree to live with me after having practically ignored him all month. You should've seen him Ron- he's- Merlin'- I Love him and I can see it you know that it's hurting him and-"
" I know I know but I made him believe that teachers live's are hard so you're good "
" it better be "
And then in rushed Whispers Ron left the room claiming he needed to get back to work. This explained Ron's absence too from work and his weird faithful behaviour towards Draco. Harry immediately ran for the hallways and hid in one of the broom closet until he was sure Ron left and then finally visited Draco.
After everything he heard, he knew he never wanted to be with anyone more than Draco and there will never be Anyone who would love Harry more him and the thought made Harry so happy that he kept smiling to himself all day and prepared Draco's favourite dinner.
" I- I'm sorry I'm a bit late- wow- Do I smell curry ?" Draco hastily entered the kitchen.
" your favourite " Harry grinned as he leaned up a little and placed an open kiss on Draco's lips.
" What's the occassion?" Draco asked holding onto Harry's waist and stroking his cheek affectionately.
" I just love you that's why. Go freshen up though- I'll place the dinner in 5 minutes " Harry hastily said as he stirred the curry again.
'”oh and by the way Mom invited us for her party on her birthday and we'll give her the key but I'd like if you'd see it before I gave it to her as a present "
" okay " Harry smiled and soon enough Draco left the kitchen.
Within the next 10 minutes Draco and Harry were already sat in the living room, their legs crossed and eating peacefully watching TV together until Draco noticed Harry had been staring at him more than usual.
" what's up with you ? You've been looking at me all night, is there something on my face ?" Draco asked as he wiped his hands in napkin and reached for his face to examine if there was anything on it.
" why do you keep lying to me ?" Harry asked with a smile.
" what ? What makes you think I'm lying ?" Draco asked almost shocked, his ears turning a funny shade of pink like it did when he was flustered.
Harry smiled softly at Draco before he put his plate on the table and wiped his own hands with the napkin and scooted closer to Draco so he was sitting before him, face to face.
" I heard you and Ron today at your office"
Draco didn't reply, still lying that it wasn't what Harry knew it was.
" can you stop pretending please, it's killing me- I already found the Tiffany box in your kitchen " Harry grinned.
Draco wanted to keep up the facade of not being dazed by Harry at all but with a smile like Harry gave one, Nobody stood a chance.
" did you like it ?" Draco asked, talking Harry's hands in his own and tracing soft circles.
" I didn't see the apartment, I want to see it with you " Harry smiled, kissing Draco's knuckles.
Draco blushed naturally, nodding and agreeing that they'll see it soon then.
'" I had this whole thing planned, you know asking at the burrow in front of everyone, down on one knee " Draco groaned as he wrapped his arm around Harry shoulder and leaning his head over it.
" I don't care how fancy it all have to be you know. I Never cared about extravaganza, all I care is that I get to live with you and that I can't wait but if it means so much to you, you do it your way I'll act surprised " Harry chuckled, kissing Draco's ear.
" one problem though " Draco said
Harry moved away so he could see Draco clearly " what is it ?"
'" you're shit at acting "
Harry whined playfully hitting Draco with a pillow and turning into laughter. Eventually the night turned into a pillow fight and a lot of laughter and bunch of make out on the ground but as long as they were together, there was nothing that didn't make sense.
So 2 days after, Draco did get down on one knee at the burrow and asked Harry to move in with him, Harry acted surprised in the most natural way and answered a yes, making everyone hoot and cheering them on with opening bottle of champagne.
" you already knew, didn't you ?" Hermione asked
" Don't tell anyone that " Harry nodded and soon the night turned into how it always did, in laughter and love.
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Just another letter
" hey, how are you ? I hope you're doing alright. I know you're mad at me right now for not showing up and for dodging you since a couple of weeks and not returning your calls and you deserve to be mad. I also know you're wondering why am I writing you this now, frankly I don't know, I'm drunk so voila. But what I do know is that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything and everything that may happen and I understood if you'd be mad but I want you to know, no I need you to know that all I ever did was because I was hurt, you may think I'm crazy or I'm talking absurdly but that is the truth, I was and I am hurt, still. You remember the day when you gave me the news of your marriage, a part of me harry still remains in that moment like time never moved and we're locked in a loop of you telling me you're getting married and it keeps hurting me everytime you come around and tell me in thin air but I see it everyday and I haven't moved on since and I wish I could. I wish it were a choice to fall for you or not, but it wasn't a choice, unfortunately it wasn't. If it really were my choice I'd make myself find someone else or better yet I'd make you and I be together but the choices doesn't rely in my hands. I tried so hard to not have feelings for you but you tell me that when you spend every hour of everyday with the same person, you'd fall too but then again you didn't, that's the thing right, there's the trick. You spend every hour of everyday with me and yet you didn't fall, I was the Only one falling hoping that maybe you'd catch me but you know you were there just taking the catch of someone else, you were there hoping that they would fall for you in the same sanctifying way that you did. I wish I could change everything, I can't, this perhaps adds to list of things I can't change and would forever be bound to. What you've done to me will probably never change, the way you light my soul, the way you make me smile, the way you leave me breathless, that won't change and I'm grateful to you because you taught me things my heart didn't know or was afraid of but falling for you was so simple, so easy like I've been doing my whole life, but then perhaps I was doing it my whole life and you weren't. You see, I was yours from the moment I met you, the moment your eyes laid upon me, my soul, my eyes, my mouth, my words, my body, my thoughts, my ways, my hands, my arms, my legs, my finger's, my lips, my senses, my heart, and me, all became yours even when you didn't ask for it but I gave it all to you anyway. I held out my bleeding heart for you. I loved you and I never loved anyone else, yet...
We are soulmates Harry as I like to think, just not the ones who end up together.
I wish you all the goodluck in future with you and your marriage and I hope it's lasts.
Yours truly,
Draco Lucius malfoy "
Da Capo- Part 13- The epilogue
Part 1 to 5 // Part 6 to 12 //
TW- IMPLIED SOFT SMUT
La fin
The sweat trickled down his back in the obvious summer heat of June. The cascading sun was making everything hotter than usual and it seemed like the hottest day of the year. The hot heavy traffic that was normally very visible had vanquished in thin air, everyone avoiding to go anywhere out unless it wasn’t air-conditioned and yet, Harry was coldly staring at the lizard on the wall, basking in the sun and watching it change its position a few times in the last 5 minutes to eat any insect that came insight as if Mozart, the lizard Harry named had been so hungry after a fight with his wife that she refused to cook food for him or banished him from the house and asked him to look for his own meal and here he was eating whatever was available even if the aftertaste almost made him spit it out, he ate it because he had no choice left of his own but to fill his stomach with whatever was available for the mere survival. Mozart changed its position and ate his next prey and Harry interestingly watched as he tilted his head upward as though he enjoyed this one but Merlin knew if it was she or he but in his dead company Harry liked to think it was a He. Mozart swallowed another one and then remained still as the sun shone over his body and he relished as one does on the beach and didn’t sought to change his position anymore, as if he was already full, this thought disturbed Harry. How can someone be so done so quickly? Yet he kept staring at him, almost waiting for it changes its position anymore, he didn’t and Harry only broke out of his interesting watch show on Mozart until the church bell across the street had rung loudly and it suddenly reminded him to call Draco again, he awaited for an answer.
He padded inside the living room barefoot, still very white as if they had been very cold and wiped the sweat off from his body with a small hand towel he had left on the couch and finally dialed Draco’s number in a haste and just as hastily as he had called, as hastily Draco had picked up, also very quickly like he had been waiting for the call for a very long time and he had just left his chair to finally give up or to bring a book to read while he waited for the call but just as he had gotten up, the phone had rung and he had sworn at it ‘why not when I was sat’ but he didn’t let it resonate in his voice.
“I want to “
“ Are you sure ?”
“ It would make me very Happy” and he could hear his smile on the phone as they chatted a little more, also making future arrangements.
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It had been 6 months or so, or maybe more since that call happened and they had stepped into a very different phase of their life. And right now Harry was happily hanging up the call with Molly after having learned on the phone to make Alison Roman’s swordfish with crushed olives and had just kept in the oven the pies to bake. Harry had been decorating the fish plate when the door opened and Draco walked in with his Bags with clothes enough to spend 4 days before they’d leave for New year’s eve.
“You’re here” Harry happily said as he wiped his hands in a kitchen towel and wanted to help Draco’s bag into the living room but Draco had other plans and had pulled Harry in a compassionate kiss, not letting go until his heart had forgotten that he hadn’t kissed Harry in 3 weeks.
“ So missed me ?” Harry teased very much aware that he was still holding onto his Kashmere maroon sweater.
“ Very “ Draco smiled placing another small kiss on Harry’s lips and allowing the intimacy of his hand to run through his sweater as if he wanted so much more and yet nothing but enjoy the feeling of his sweater.
“ I missed you too” Harry had said after the kiss, brushing some loose strands from off Draco’s face “ You had been growing hair ?” He asked
Draco nodded happily “ something new to try, bored of the same old short blond hair”
“Well I think they look absolutely wonderful, in fact I like the long hair better than the short ones, give’s me more to hold onto” Harry whispered until both of them grew more flustered till the point they couldn’t stop themselves from kissing again and this time devouring the taste of each other’s lips in their own and only then had Harry realized, it had been a long time since they last kissed this way.
They broke apart to the sound of the oven going off, obviously.
“ So what have you planned for our special Christmas in Paris?” Draco finally asked pushing his bags into the living room corner and sitting down on one of the kitchen stools.
“Well that is a surpise-”
“ What ?” Draco interjected surprised.
“ Yes, it is a surprise and I know I don’t normally do them but I thought it’d be nice for a change. In the meantime as I prepare the table why don’t you go and freshen up and say hi to your Trina “ Trina was the plant Draco had named, it had happened in one drunken night when Harry and he had returned stumbling from a Bar they found nearby and the conversation had funnily turned into why Plants don’t have a name like human does and why do they have to be called as their species name and how weird it would be to be called homo sapiens all the time, Therefore Trina. It was among the many habits they just grew into and couldn’t get rid off.
Draco nodded and left to freshen up and say hi to Trina while Harry did as he had said, readied the table.
“Hey, isn’t this the picture from the Last christmas ?” Draco asked as he walked into the living room with a framed picture in his hand he had found kept just over the fireplace.
“ Oh yeah, I had forgotten about it until I was cleaning and had found it, then I just got it framed. Nice picture though right ?” Draco nodded and added that he too would like a copy so he can keep it too in his flat back in Britain.
It seemed wild how long ago the last Christmas seemed like, only last year had they spent Christmas in London and wandering off the city late at night after all the Christmas dinners. It was the best memory Harry had of Draco laughing. He remembers even that when he just wanted to hold Draco while they were walking miles to god knows where but the thought of just being together wrapped in fuzzy oversized sweaters and trench coat, Harry remembered wanting to be held and just hold so they had some memory of spending Christmas together because he was still so confused about everything that he was afraid that one day he himself would just flip the switch and would utter the words of not wanting to see him again but back then they weren’t together, they had been nothing more than friends until June when they had finally decided that they could no longer pretend they didn’t want each other in ways more than just a friend. It had resulted in a fight even that time but Draco had only left Harry with two options: one, either they could keep pretending they were fine not being each other, or second, they could do exactly what their hearts desired ignoring the uncertainty of everything, so did Harry wanted to? Harry did, he really did and until now he hadn’t regretted saying he wanted to except doing a long-distance relationship and more of a relationship on a phone call than in actual life but they had grown to love it, even if they sometimes resented it, it gave both of them their liberty yet didn’t leave them absolutely stranded. It was like Harry phrased, just what they needed.
They discussed over lunch about the evening plans to just wander off about in the city and see the decorations and stop by one of Harry’s readings he had to do at the community college. It was usual now, his readings at the community college and he absolutely loved them and so did Draco. It gave Harry a chance to explore his interests and illuminate his talents that were completely devoid of the talents he inherited from Magic, the whole magical world seemed so distant to Harry yet always with him. Draco nagged him a lot about using Magic in everyday life a lot for some basic things yet somehow a part of Harry when said goodbye to a lot of things, magic for some time became one of them but he knew one day he would find his ways back to the world where he belonged, just not yet.
As decided they spent the day roaming around the city and later around the evening they headed to Harry’s reading. Draco promised to sit in the back without a word and just appreciate Harry from a distance while after the reading he would meet a few people while Draco would silently wait for him and ultimately they would head back to Harry’s flat.
Harry folded and unfolded the paper a lot, stuffing it back in his coats pocket, he was suddenly aware of how nervous he really was even though he had done this a lot of times, yet he was. He adjusted the mic on the podium according to his height and glanced at the back to Draco who had raised a thumb at Harry wishing him a silent good luck, Harry fondly smiled and his worries seemed to dissolve little by little as he kept his eyes on Draco. It was Draco he ever needed to look at for his heart to race back to normal. Draco it was, it always had been, will be.
“Bonsoir à tous”
“ Cette poésie spécifique va pour le dos, qui n'ont absolument aucune idée de ce que je dis mais j'espère que vous comprendriez si seulement un peu”
(This one specific poetry goes for the in the back, who have absolutely no idea what I'm saying but i hope you would understand if only a little)
A few turned their heads to look at Draco and a few just smiled like they just admired the existence of someone Harry was dedicating his words to.
“ Quand tu peux exister comment je ne t'aime pas “
(When you can exist how do I not love you. )
“ Je vois dans la façon dont tu passes ta main dans mes draps et me demande si c'est du coton“
(I see in the way you run your hand through my sheets and ask me if it's cotton)
“ Je vois aussi dans ta façon de prendre nos photos encadrées et de sourire“
(I also see in the way you pick up our framed pictures and smile )
“ Je vois ce que nous avons perdu et je souhaite quand je te regarde de tout reprendre mais je t'aimais alors et je t'aime maintenant mais je ne peux pas te promettre de t'aimer pour toujours de la même manière parce que je ne sûr si j'existerai pour toujours“
( I see it what we've lost and i wish it when i look at you to take it all back but i loved you then and i love you now but i can't promise to love you forever the same way because I'm not sure if I'll exist forever)
“ On ne sait même pas s'il existe pour toujours mais si c'est le cas, c'est dans tes yeux, dans tes bras, dans ton emprise, dans ton cœur, dans ton âme car tu existeras pour“
(We don't even know if forever exist but if it does, it is in your eyes, in your arms, in your hold, in your heart, in your soul because you will exist forever, i will not)
“ Parce que je ne suis qu'un mortel avec le même cœur et la même âme mais toi tu es extraordinaire"
( Because i'm just a mortal with the same heart and the same soul but you, you are extraordinary)
“ Tu n'es pas que toi, tu es autre chose, quelque chose hors de ma portée”
( You are not just you, you are something else, something beyond my reach )
“ Mais alors tu m'as voulu et donc me voici et je t'ai voulu beaucoup plus“
( But then you have wanted me and so here i am and I've wanted you much more )
“ Peut-être qu'il y a une raison pour laquelle je parle une autre langue, alors peut-être que tu trouveras mon amour plus qu'il ne l'est parce que l'amour est dans les mots n'est-ce pas, caché dans les langues”
( Maybe there's a reason why i speak another language, so that maybe you find my love more than it is because love is in the words isn't it, hidden in languages )
“ Mais aujourd'hui si tu comprends ça, tiens moi dans tes bras ce soir, dans tes yeux et redemande moi si mes draps sont en coton “
(But today if you understand this, Hold me in your arms tonight, in your eyes and ask me again if my bed sheets are cotton)
“ Peut-être qu'alors je dirai que c'est de la soie pas du coton et ensuite nous nous emmitouflerions et nous dormirons à nouveau et puis je te dirais combien je t'aime, dis que quand tu existes comment puis-je ne pas t'aimer”
( Maybe then i'll say that its silk not cotton and then we'd bundle up together and we'll sleep again and then i would tell you how much i love you, tell that when you exist how can i not love you )
The room broke in a minute applause then a little louder and some intrigued listener whipped their heads backward and ushered words in french to Draco. Harry smiled from across the room to Draco then finally got off walking only to him and kissing him on the face.
“ un homme chanceux que tu es “ (one lucky man you are ) one of the readers there had told Draco. He had nodded his head as though he understood but as soon as Harry and Draco left the place, it was his first question.
“ ne pas répondre “ Harry chuckled, intertwining their hands together and stumbling back to his place (not answering )
“ Guess i’ll have to relearn french after all” Draco rolled his eyes, Harry only laughed.
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Late at night when after the dinner they had finally decided to go to bed and Harry was stroking Draco’s arm softly, Draco turned a little to Harry, staring into his face but not saying anything.
“ what ?” Harry asked
“ You said something about me tonight didn’t you? That’s why everyone kept saying something or the other “ Draco said, his hand lying flatly over Harry’s bare stomach, enjoying the intimacy.
“ For all you know I could’ve insulted you there” Harry chuckled
“ But you didn’t, I know, It was in your eyes when you spoke, It wasn’t anything witty, it was from your heart “ Draco said
“ Maybe I’m just good at acting” Harry shrugged jokingly.
“ But you were not “ Draco blinked for a moment. Harry looked at him for longer than usual but didn’t say anything, he didn’t know how to.
Draco kept his gaze on Harry until he sat upright, his back facing Harry and breathing minimally rapidly. Sighing, Harry too sat upright, placing his hand on Draco’s back, running his finger down his pointed spine,
“ Does it matter what I say ?” Harry asked with his eyes closed, his chin resting on Draco’s shoulder.
Draco shook his head and immediately turned to Harry, cupping his face in his own hands “It matters the most, what you say, it matters a lot”
Harry blinked at Draco, taking his hands from the side of his face and kissing softly the inside of his palm, then his wrist, then his forearm over his mark, then his arms, then his shoulder, then behind his ear making Draco shudder with his eyes closing enjoying the feeling of Harry’s lips on his body, then Harry whispered in his ear
“ I love you “
Draco opened his eyes instantly, creating a small distance to look at Harry and any signs of hesitation or reluctance or a forced look but there was none “ You love me ?”
“ I love you “ Harry nodded
Draco blinked at Harry, then stared at him some more and then felt the tears prickle in his eyes, he didn’t know why he felt like crying but he felt like that, maybe it was the way Harry had said it, or maybe it was Harry had kissed him or maybe it was what Harry had said or maybe it was just Harry but the small tears that made his eyes glassy had been formed from peace and pleasure and love.
“ I love you too “ Draco finally said it for the second time in his life to the same person but both the times had been so different, he had loved Harry even then but had he really loved him and meant it then, he wasn’t so sure but right now, he could move mountains to convince that he loved Harry and he did this time in a very real way.
Harry’s eyes turned glossy too, his lips curved into a little smile. He enclosed any distance between them that their knees were touching and he kissed Draco’s ears again.
“ Say that again”
Draco’s head tipped back a little in pleasure but his hands finding their way into Harry’s hair and scratching his head a little, then traveling to behind his ear “ I love you “
“ Again “ Harry whispered kissing his mandible
“ I love you “ Draco whispered his hands again in his hair.
Harry separated from his body as if he still couldn’t believe that Draco had said it back, he smiled at him, then traced his fingers over his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes, the curve of his nose, his cheekbones, the bottom of his lip, all over his face and Draco allowed Harry to as though in letting him touch him, he was confessing his I love you’s, still, as if he was the cloud and Harry had finally become lucky enough to touch them, run his hand through them. Harry touched him and Draco allowed himself to be touched and not just physically.
Harry kissed his forehead then said it again “ I love you “
“ I love you too “ Draco sighed in calmness.
“ I love you, “ Harry said again, kissing his eyes
“ I love you too” “ It is real Harry, it is “ Draco replied, his eyes still shut.
“ I know but I want to tell you I love you until my air runs out, I’ve waited long enough, I’ve wasted so much time and Days, I don’t want to this time, not this time,” Harry said kissing his cheeks, then his neck, then his clavicle, then his throat.
“ I love you, “ Harry said it again and this time he kissed him over the lips.
“ I love you too “ Draco sighed, falling back on the mattress taking Harry with him, allowing him to kiss every inch of his body and Harry kissed every inch of his body that even if Draco showered next morning, his love would still confide in every part of his body. Like his body was no longer just his own, it was embedded with Harry’s love and making sure every part of his body knew that Harry loved him and in the most real way that maybe even in his next life, his body would know it had been loved by none other than Harry. He was marking him and Draco allowed himself to be marked.
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The next morning they both had woken up to the biggest smiles and smiled more when they remembered their night, it was so intimate that it was no imprinted in their heads that no matter wherever they might go, neither of them will be able to think of anything but that night of passion with each other.
Draco prepared Harry breakfast in bed and they ended up repeating last nights event only it was repeated, everything from then on will be repeated because it was that one night and there can only exist that one night, the rest are just repetitions of event, a re-enactment of what had happened.
They stayed in bed for the most part of the day, snuggled into the perfect christmas day until finally they had convinced themselves that they needed to get up eventually and Harry claimed that he needed to run some errands and some other things too, so they did get up.
Draco was left alone for the most remaining part of the day because whatever Harry had left to do and the errands to run had been taking far too long but he kept himself busy, framing pictures of Harry he took the first time he came to Paris, sorted Harry’s sock drawer, made something to eat, watched a christmas movie and then had Harry returned.
“Took too long “ Draco said as he entered the flat.
Harry grinned at Draco then said “ Remember our Christmas plan, I have a surprise “
“ Now ?” Draco asked almost exasperated
“ Yes, I’m taking you on a date so get ready,” Harry said hastily before kissing his face and dragging him to the bedroom.
They both were dressing up and Harry had been putting on the shirt when Draco noticed “it's the same blowy shirt you took from me when we got together the first time “
Harry smiled, then nodded “ Still reminds me of you a lot, whenever you’re not here, I wear it and there you are”
Draco smiled fondly and padded across the room and kissed Harry over the lips “ Now I’m here ”
Harry only smiled.
Once done with dressing up, Harry insisted Draco on wearing a blindfold and took him exactly where they needed to be, even though Draco expressed his worries a lot that he might fall. Harry only asked him to trust him.
Upon reaching where they needed to be, Harry opened his blindfold and stuffed it in his pocket.
“ so this is what you were doing after leaving me alone today” Draco teased after looking at the place Harry decorated, covered in snow too at the rooftop.
“ Yeah, sorry about leaving you alone “ Harry rubbed the back of his neck chuckling, then asked for Draco’s hand to make him sit on the table he had arranged.
“ You did all of this? alone ?” Draco asked curiously
“ Thomas helped me “ Harry replied taking the chair in front of Draco’s “ Shall we?” he asked pointing to the food on the table. Draco nodded.
“ So this was your special evening ?” Draco asked setting down his glass of champagne, then wiping his hand in a napkin.
“ No actually- this is” Harry stood up from his chair and knelt down on one knee in front of Draco.
“ What-”
“ Don’t worry it’s not a proposal “ Harry chuckled.
Draco relaxed, then nodded for him to proceed but evidently couldn’t stop smiling.
“ I thought of making a grand gesture but where we are, the grandest of them all is actually where we are so I decided to do this how I would’ve done it. I could’ve so easily done all of this anywhere else but this is where we are, right, in the heart of the city, right where we belong “ Harry smiled taking a short pause
“ But I belong a lot more to you than anyone else and every time you go back to London you’re taking a piece of me away with you but it’d be soon when I’m not left with any but to take me and I want you to, I want you to take me with you, everywhere you go. So Draco, I’m asking you to move in with me wherever you want to because all that matters to me is that I’m with you “
Draco stared at Harry for a long moment before he broke into a grin and nodded “ I want to move in with you “
Harry smiled enthusiastically and immediately hugged Draco “I thought you’d had said it's too soon for us”
“ But if not now, when, if not later, when “ Draco replied.
Harry smiled then kissed him again.
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“ Where to ?” he asked from behind the counter
“ 2 tickets to London “
<THE END>
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Hi, I hope you're doing great. I have a request for you : Harry knowing how to do pottery and Draco being the only one who knows it. Thanks.
So yes, a while ago i had actually been tagged in a post to write a one shot where Harry knows Pottery and Draco finding out one day and Harry makes all sorts of weird potteries while Draco is flustered. I never really got the chance to write it however or as i'd like to put it I forgot( i tend to a lot these days) but here we are now.
TW- NSFW | EXPLICIT WORK | IMPLIED SMUT
Voldemort with a hat by Harry potter
" no, don't- Draco don't open that- door-" but it was too late and Draco had already tripped over and held the handle for support and unlocked the whole Narnia.
" I told you not to open that door " Harry grumbled as he held his hand for Draco to take.
Draco tipped his head back off on the ground, then looked at Harry above him holding his hand out " you do pottery ?"
" yes yes very funny, Potter potters, now get up " Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco laughed hysterically making Harry groan louder and leaving him on the ground.
" it's not that funny " Harry's monotonously said
" it's hilarious " Draco was still laughing on the ground, his hands clench his stomach.
" I swear if you tell this to anyone, I'm gonna put you into one these potteries and sell it to the French " Harry threatened.
"But please, I can imagine the witch weekly article's and daily prophets front page article " the chosen one chose pottery " " and he tipped his head off laughing again.
Harry kneeled down over Draco, grabbing his collar to make his point clear " I mean it Draco, you tell anyone you're dead"
It took Draco a minute but he took his threats even though he knew Harry was only just words and got up by the help of Harry.
" it's still funny "
" say that one more time and I'll break your face " Harry growled, his chest pressed against Draco's.
" Woah, easy there tiger " and he laughed off again, walking away from him and picking up random antiques from shelf after a while then keeping them back again.
" you're an arse " Harry rolled his eyes, then locked the pottery room.
" you bet I am " Draco challenged smugly.
Harry just shook his head and then ended up laughing himself, he really was an arse.
That was how Draco discovered Harry's secret about pottery and had sworn to his secrecy but not once had he actually seen any of Harry's pottery or even working on his potteries that Draco almost believed Harry never made them but he was sure he had glanced into the secret room and saw a few ceramics although his tinge of curiosity always wanted to know what Harry made. His curiosity came to a halt on one late afternoon when Draco had given Harry a surprise visit and there he was standing in nothing but pants with what looked like mud or clay on his chest. That was the first time Draco was embarrassed to have stared at Harry long enough for him to pull off a smug look and cross his arms.
" body staring contest is over mister, can I escort you inside ?" Harry smirked turning around.
" I was just stating at how hideous your body is " Draco obviously lied, he looked like a damn Greek god and a good one at that.
" yeah sure seemed like it " Harry mumbled taking a bottle out of fridge and handing it to Draco.
" what were you doing ?" Draco asked curiously still trying hard to just look at his face and not his totally lick-able body.
" what do you think I was doing, I'm covered In mud and clay" Harry voice reached a higher octave scrunching his face.
" playing in your garden " Draco pursed his lips from laughing.
" you think you're so funny " Harry rolled his eyes " besides my Garden is all cemented, there's just a few pots " He added.
Harry turned around walking towards his pottery room or what seemed like.
" what are you doing here anyways?" Harry asked momentarily turning around.
" I was bored " Draco mumbled putting the bottle back in the fridge and walking after Harry.
Harry frowned then nodded in agreement "well, you're welcome to the abode " Harry said as he spread his arms when he entered into his pottery room, secret pottery room.
"so this is your Narnia " Draco joked entering the room behind Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes then stood before the counter which Draco couldn't the hold of what he was doing.
" so what sort of potteries do you make ?" Draco asked moving around in the room.
" Take a look yourself" he replied distractedly.
Draco shrugged then moved further into the room towards the shelves against the walls and watches curiously.
" what is this ? " Draco scrunched his face in confusion as he picked one of them up and showing it to Harry who now was sat in front of the pottery wheel, the the dough of clay placed in the center.
" I think that's a vulva " Harry replied before he carefully examined. Draco blushed then set it down.
" so erotica is your thing then ?" Draco asked as he saw a few more.
" no not necessarily, there's more stuff " Harry replied putting on a hairband to keep his hair off his forehead, then Turned on his wheel. Totally arousing to Draco, not that he admitted it though.
" yeah, like this octopus " Draco Almost wanted to laugh but didn't.
" yeah like that octopus " Harry Chuckled and Draco noticed ad he wet his hands and slapped the dough of clay. Draco almost yelped then turned around flustered to other shelf.
" oh- an ass shaped vase " Draco announced amused.
" oh yeah- one of the bests " Harry laughed shortly from the other end of the room.
Draco roamed a bit more and found more potteries like naked womans, vulvas, naked mens, different asses, octupus, a weird sort of fish, a few sober vases, an eye, a sort of alien, frog with wings, lizard with long legs, a weird looking lady with dropped eyes, and-
" Voldemort with a hat- I've never seen anything more funnier " Draco laughed. Harry laughed too.
" it was on war memorial day- he looks Pretty doesn't he, I want to paint him too actually, maybe make him have red lips and wear eye make-up " harry joked laughing.
" bet it'd be fun " Draco smiled.
Draco finally crossed the room and leaned against the door watching Harry wet his hands and clay over and over again then shaping the clay.
" what are you making ?" Draco asked, his arms crossed.
" I don't know" Harry shrugged " any suggestions ?"
Draco puckered his lips thinking for a moment then laughed at his own self.
" what is it ?" Harry insisted.
" you'll laugh at me " Draco replied
" I'm gonna do that either way- so tell me " Harry shrugged.
" what about a penis or a dildo " And then Draco laughed at himself again whereas Harry only frowned and nodded.
" wanna try with me ?" Harry asked finally.
Draco could've so easily said no because he didn't want to get his cloths dirty or clay in his nails and his hands all wet but when Harry Potter is sitting in front of you with a head band on and shirtless and a serious look on his face, he obviously couldn't deny even if he wanted to.
So they sat, face to face and Harry guided Draco along the way.
" wet your hands again " Harry instructed and Draco did so.
" now, since we've done centring, we need to get on with opening and then we'll begin shaping Alright, Just follow my hands "
Draco nodded.
Harry placed his hand at the bottom while Draco Just above his and they began work on the opening.
" press your thumb on thr centre" Harry instructed but Draco didn't get it so he placed his hands over Draco's and helped him shape the opening. And slowly and slowly he moved with Draco's hand up and down shaping the pottery.
" thick or thin ?" Harry asked suddenly.
Draco croaked then cleared his throat "whatever's fine"
" thick then. You sure you can do it ?" Harry asked and even though Draco nodded, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any other meaning to his question.
Harry moved his hands up and down along with those Draco's and shaping it just fine but the more Draco noticed theirs hands going up and down to keep the pottery steady, the more he could feel getting strangely hot, maybe it was just the room or maybe it was watching Harry or it was doing pottery with Harry but whatever it was, Draco didn't like it.
" I think the base is alright, with the balls-" harry smiled " now we go for the head- you wanna give the head?"
" the what ?" Draco exasperated. Maybe he should've paid more attention.
" the head. The head of this pottery, the penis. You wanna try giving it the head or should I help ?" Draco Could've sworn he saw him smirking but he kept his head down. Harry was definitely doing it on purpose, or was he ? Or was it just Draco ?
" guide me through it " Draco innocently replied, or tried to.
" well then, keep your pinky finger right here then cone the rest of your hand to give it a round shape " Harry guided.
" slow and steady- not too fast- it's just a hand job-"
" a what?" The pottery could've almost collapsed if Harry had not managed to save it just at the right time.
" it's hand work Draco- just a hand work- what's up with you ?" Harry Chuckled.
Draco visibly relaxed. He definitely needed some air. He wasn't usually so flustered and out of zone around Harry but something about doing it with Harry was intoxicating , almost addictive yet brilliantly breath taking.
" nothing- just zoned out " Draco mumbled and they went back to shaping the head carefully.
Harry guided through again until they were almost done " here, you just move your hand up and down there and I'll do better the head"
Draco blushed again but nodded and steadily moved his head up and down of what was the length of the pottery penis while Harry finely with the help of a wire shaped the it more accurately.
They did that 5 more minutes until Harry moved his hand away and watched Draco.
" No- don't- not yet " Harry cut off as Draco was almost about the take off his hands too. Flustered Draco nodded and kept moving his hand up and down in a fist until Draco finally understood what was happening with Harry's smug look, immediately took his hands off the pottery and stood up, Washing his hands.
Harry chuckled then Turned off the pottery wheel and left the made pottery over it and got up himself " I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable- but it was your idea " he shrugged wiping his body with a wet towel to get rid of the clay that splattered over him.
" no it was alright- it was just a pottery " Draco mumbled drying his hands off in a clean towel.
" still- I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, wasn't my intention- I should've Suggested a simple vase or something like that instead of making a peni-" and his voice died out in his throat as Draco pushed him backward and kissed him over the lips in a rapid urge that he had been holding onto ever since he got there, ever since the first he learned Harry did pottery, ever since all the first times and here was his opportunity, if Harry pushed away then be it but he didn't push him away instead he grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, leaning against the counter behind him and devouring Draco's lip as enthusiastically and as eagerly.
" I'm glad we did that " Harry said when they broke apart for a moment to reach for breath before they could've begun again.
" the Pottery or this ?" Draco asked, his lips not an inch further from Harry's.
" both " and they kissed again, tumbling what was left more of the counter to get over it.
" to the bedroom ?" Harry asked pulling away. Draco thought for a moment before he nodded and they moved out of his Pottery room and into his bedroom on the same floor.
" listen before we do this- can I just say, this isn't just one time thing for me " Harry said as he shut the door behind them.
" neither for me " Draco smiled.
" so you- you'd like to go out sometime ?" Harry asked
" would love to " Draco smiled again and Harry kissed him again not breaking the stance from before and maintaining the eagerness to get into bed and remain nothing more than breathless naked people.
Guess that penis pottery worked out well after all.
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Hey bestie, how r you doing? Hope my favourite Internet person is having a day with filed with dopamines in your head. I'm unfortunately sick and down with fever a couple of days and I'm in a sappy mood to read some soft cuddly sickfics, either one sick and other one taking leave to take care of them? 🥺❤️
Hi love, I'm doing good. How are you holding up, any better now ? Take care 🦋.
I normally never reply this fast anymore, at least not within a day time ( tho this was supposed to come out yesterday but writing this took ages) anymore but you have found a way into my heart to get an early reply, so here's your prompt while I also combine this one of my dialogue prompts i haven’t been able to get back to in ages, so here’s this for you.
Let me take care of you
Dialogue prompt 10: "Nobody’s seen you in days" | request by @thebusyfangirl | fluff |
Harry rang the doorbell over and over again, knocking his door loudly impatiently, almost angry and there he was, opening the door with those usual mumbling about waiting a little longer and a man can only walk this fast.
“ I should’ve known it were you, only you’d knock my door like a bloody owl “ Draco rolled his eyes, tugging his blanket tighter to his body and walking back where he came from letting Harry follow him into his condo.
“You look like you are high on Dragon blood “ Harry mumbled taking his coat off and hanging it on the hanger by the door and following through.
“ why are you here anyways ?”Draco asked as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself some warm water then sighing in relaxation upon wrapping his hand around the warm cup.
“ Nobody’s seen you in days “ Harry exclaimed throwing his hands in the air.
“ Stop being so damn loud, my ears hurt “ Draco winced. Harry immediately cooled off.
“ You’re sick and I know it” Harry sighed.
Draco rolled his eyes in denial “ I’m not “
“ Right because everyone like to be wrapped up like burrito in a blanket “ Harry rolled his eyes welcoming himself into the kitchen and pouring a glass of water for himself.
“For your kind information my blanket is really soft and I do like to be bundled up-” and there was a sneeze as soon as Harry opened a window to prove his point.
“ Water got in my nose “ Draco tried to explain
“ Yeah sure because you drink water like an elephant “ Harry rolled his eyes then immediately shut off the window.
“ Can you- just leave Potter . I don’t need your saving- besides we’re not even friends” Draco hopelessly said
“ I’m not goddamn saving you, you’re clearly sick and your ego is too big to ask for anyone’s help, not even your own friends ”Harry sighed opening cabinets after cabinets to make something for Draco.
“ I do not need help and least of all yours- and what the hell are thinking searching shit up in my place” He got closer to Harry forbidding him from opening another cabinet but raising his hand out of the blanket meant exposing his hand to cold hair, ultimately the cold rushing inside his blanket and sneezing. He shuddered immediately, wrapping himself closer to the blanket.
“Would you just please- please let me help you so you can get better so we can go back you doing my work in the office, its really piling up” Harry told.
Draco rolled his eyes “ Of course, always looking for advantage “
“ Well obviously” Harry said it as if it was very obvious.
“ Potter- just leave, i’ll be fine in a few days and then I can complete your goddamn work. Now please- leave” Draco shuddered, sneezing another time and then harshly coughing.
Harry rolled his eyes then got behind Draco and pushed him to move forward.
“ Wha-What are you doing? Potter- just- Would you stop ?” he almost stumbled over his long blanket but Harry caught him just in time.
“ Stop talking before I tape your mouth shut. Just please, for once in your life let your ego down and let me help you and you know you do need my help” Harry raised his eyebrows at him.
“ I-do-not-need-your-help “ Draco gritted.
Harry rolled his eyes then picked Draco in his arms, bridal style and burst into Draco’s room while all Draco kept was punching him to let him down and cursing at him.
“ Get me arrested all you want later but right now if you don’t shut up, i’m going to do unfathomable things to you “ Harry raised his eyebrows, tucking Draco into the bed.
“ Oh yeah and what would you do? Hex me ?” Draco asked rolling his eyes impatiently.
“ No, honey, I will burn down all your favourite tuxedo’s, diminish your watches, bind you to bed “ Harry smiled evilly at him.
Draco gasped “ You do anything to my watches or my clothes I will kill you “ He threatened, sneezing immediately after that. Harry frowned at him wondering how clothes and watches were infact his priority and not himself but then this was Draco Malfoy.
“ Stay put and everything will be fine ” and with that he left the room, taking Draco’s wand with him.
Draco remained in the bed mumbling curses at Harry for invading his personal space, being a complete prat, being an intolerant human being, and just in general being a huge pain in the ass however he couldn’t help but feel relaxed knowing he didn’t had to be entirely alone while he was sick.
A couple moments later the door opened again and Harry walked in with a bowl on a tray, wearing Draco’s apron.
“ Not my apron ” Draco whined and then sneezed.
“ I’m pleased by your thank you, here’s your hot soup” Harry rolled his eyes, dragging a stool by his bed and sitting down after setting the soup on the side table.
“ Here, let me help-”
“ I don’t need your help, I can get my hands out of my blanket on my own” Draco rolled his eyes.
Harry almost wanted to give him the biggest eye roll yet and maybe even tell him to shut the hell up but knowing Draco, he just huffed and shrugged, watching him struggle to get his hand out of the blanket and when he finally did after so long, he immediately sneezed 10 times in a row.
“ For Merlin’s sake-” Harry huffed and instantly put his hands back under the blanket “ Let me help, just please-let me “
Draco chewed the inside of his cheek then nodded in hesitation.
“ Thank you ” Harry sighed then sat on the side of his bed and picked up the bowl of soup and took a spoonful and blowing air to cool it down.
“ You don’t have to do that I’m not a baby ” Draco said. Harry looked at him with a ‘ seriously’ look, then basically poured the hot soup down his throat.
“ Agh- fuck -ouch “ Draco stuck his tongue out panting
“ Wanna try again ?” Harry mockingly asked.
Draco rolled his eyes then nodded “ I can cool the soup down on my own ”
Harry huffed then nodded and helped carefully to make him drink his soup. Draco drank the soup with little to no remarks, quietly allowing being taken care of while Harry wiped the extra soup that might drip a couple of times in the process.
“ So you’re babysitting me then ” Draco said after having finished the soup.
“ You’re right actually, I should’ve bought teddy too, you’re both babies ” Harry chuckled lightly and then left the room with the tray and the bowl knowing he had pissed Draco.
He walked back in after a while, Draco knowing he had done his dishes that had been in the sink for longer than he’s ever let and he sort of regretted it but knowing Harry if even a little, he would not have been able to convince him otherwise.
“ Did you check your temperature ?” Harry asked
“ I did “ Draco lied and Harry caught on.
“ You’re unbelievable. Where’s your thermometer ?” Harry asked.
“ 3rd drawer “ Draco nodded his head towards his bed side stool.
Harry checked the drawer and indeed it was there, only it wasn’t working.
“ Maybe its battery ran out “ Harry mumbled.
“ It doesn’t matter, its probably just cold, i’ll be fine “ Draco said.
Harry looked at Draco like he couldn’t believe him, again “ Malfoy for all you know you could have fever, viral, malaria, chicken pox-”
“ I do not have chicken pox, if that was it there would’ve been a lot of spots on my body and if I did had that you’d had run away the moment you’d had seen me “ Draco said.
“ One that’s not true, I would’ve still helped taking care of you and second I’m gonna run to the store and buy you a new thermometer “ Harry said getting up from the floor and just for a good measure placing the back of his hand against Draco to see how hot he was.
“ wha-” draco turned red
“ Relax I’m only detecting how warm you are, luckily not a lot but i’m still going to the store. I’ll be back in a while “
“ But Potter -” it was no use though. Harry had already walked out of the bedroom and Draco had no energy left to yell for him, so he was stuck with his hands under his blanket like a penguin.
Draco sat there for a long time humming songs to himself, dozing off a little in between and basically wondering a lot why Harry was really here? Was he really just here so Draco could get better sooner so he would join back office and complete his pending work ? Or was there something else ? Although Draco couldn’t help but think if it was all just fake, all his caring was just a fake deal he had to do because he was in some stupid bet? That one did make a lot of sense considering how pushy Harry was being. Draco decided to try to investigate on it when he finally had the time.
He had almost dozed off again when he heard the door open and the rustling with the coat hanger and finally someone walking in.
“ I’m sorry I’m late- are you alright ?” Harry asked instantly walking to the bedside and dropping all he bought by the table and feeling his cheek again to see if he was any more warmer, he was.
“ I just nodded off a little “ Draco mumbled, his voice hoarse and dense.
Harry unpacked the thermometer he bought and helped Draco put it in his mouth under his tongue and waiting for the result. When it finally beeped Harry pulled it out immediately that it almost seemed harsh.
" sorry " Harry mumbled checking the readings " hm, it's just fever, although we can't let it get higher than this, so I've got some medicines for you, let me get some warm water " and he ran to the kitchen without even letting Draco ask him anything.
And he came back almost as soon as he left " you seem tired "
" I feel tired " Draco mumbled sleepishly.
" here, take these medicine's you'll be fine hopefully just in time " Harry smiled a little then took out the pills in his hand and asked Draco to take them but Draco only kept staring at the pills in his hands with a frown.
" what's the matter ?" Harry asked.
Draco gulped " nothing"
" but you're hesitating, what's the matter? " Harry asked again.
" nothin-"
" that's not true " Harry sternly said.
Draco gulped again the turned red in embarrassment " I don't like pills. They taste bitter. I- I prefer syrups- now you can laugh all you want. Might as well make a joke about how I can't eat pills and for being such a baby-"
" would it help if I crushed them ?"Harry asked ignoring his later remarks.
Draco frowned " aren't you going to make fun of me ?"
" No " Harry sweetly replied with a small smile.
" would it help if I crushed it then? Perhaps dissolved it in a little juice ?" Harry asked. Draco frowned not being able to believe that he wasn't making fun, but he suspected that he was going to at some point with his friends and right now he was just pretending to be the nice guy.
" you're seriously not going-"
" I'll crush them and add them in a juice, that would work " Harry told him and left the room with medicines and came back with a small glass of juice.
" it won't be bitter now " Harry told him. Draco frowned again in confusion but took the glass from Harry and drank it painfully because of dehydration.
" was it better ?" Harry asked. Draco nodded.
" well then. It's 12:39 right now, so maybe you should sleep and I'll check on you in a couple of hours. You need to sleep for the Medicine to work " harry adviced.
" what are you going to do then ?" Draco asked almost curiously.
Harry offered him a little smile then said " I'll figure something out " and then helped tucking Draco into the bed more firmly to sleep.
Draco finally woke up to the sky looking more pink through his window, meaning it was already evening and he had slept for a good amount of time. He pushed himself up and looked at the side of this table to find a bowl of water and towel kept there, along with Harry's sweater and just like that it came rushing to him all the thoughts he had about why Harry wanted to help but for odd reasons his worries had dissolved about Harry only doing it out of advantage because It genuinely seemed as he if he cared. Draco pushed himself out of the bed in socks, taking a shawl with him to still keep himself warm even though he didn't feel that cold anymore and walked out of his room and into the living room.
He walked more through when he found Harry sitting on the arm chair peacefully in front of the fire place with his legs crossed over the footstool, that's when he realised Harry had fallen asleep. Draco stepped more forward to get a better look of Harry because apparently it was soothing to see him sleep with his arms were tucked under one another in a Cross and soft relaxed stress free look on his face which Draco realised he'd normally never seen and it struck him then, he had never really seen Harry without a frown on his forehead except for now but moment didn't last long when Draco accidentally slipped because of his socks and for support reached for the nearest stool, making the wooden camel set on it fall to the ground, startling Harry up from his sleep.
" what are you doing out, you should be in bed ?" Harry asked standing up immediately and fixing himself up.
" I- I just woke up a while and felt better. You can go now if you feel like ?" Draco asked but for strange reasons he didn't want Harry to agree, not just yet, he didn't know why.
" I- I'm not sure about that. You got really hot while sleeping and I had to cool you down with cold towels for a long time. I- I think it'd be better if I just stay, at least until I know your fever isn't getting bad " Harry shrugged. Draco nodded understandably.
" I- am gonna make something for you to eat,it's almost time for you medicine too" Harry said. Draco nodded again and harry walked into his kitchen. Draco frowned as another realisation dawned on him and asked
" Potter- Have you eaten anything since you got here ?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows then nodded uncertainly.
" no you haven't, you've been taking care of all this while- how-"
" I'll be okay " Harry reassured.
" No, you must be starving-"
" it's alright. I can go on without food for a long time. I don't get hungry that much " Harry shrugged then started looking through cabinets again but it struck Draco as an odd thing to say, how can anyone stay without food for an entire day without feeling remotely Hungry?
" Potter- you really must be hungry- just first eat something and then you can make something for me-"
" I'm fine Malfoy " Harry snapped. Draco almost winced but wasn't surprised although it did shock him if only a little. He was sensitive about this ?
" I won't eat unless you're eating with me " Draco made a deal
" what ?" Harry asked taken a back by his abruptness.
" that's right- I will not eat anything unless you promise me you'll eat with me "
" But I'm not hungry "
" bullshit. It's seven in the fucking evening of course you're hungry " Draco Snapped back then immediately coughed loudly
Harry ran and fetched him a glass of water, patting his back to calm him. Draco soon nodded assuring Harry that he was fine now.
“ You should eat now “ Harry insisted
“ Not unless you’re eating with me “ Draco fought back
“ Malfoy- “
“ I mean it Potter “ Draco threatened. Harry sighed knowing there was no going against Draco and nodded. Draco finally gave him a light grin in victory,Harry returned the smile.
“ Mac and cheese ?” Draco nodded.
Harry helped Draco into the living room after having complained that he felt more sicker in his room and would simply like being in the living room so now Harry was covering him with blanket and adjusting the pillows behind his back so he was comfortable enough.
“ TV ?” Harry asked Draco and he nodded.
Midway through watching TV and Harry preparing something to eat, Draco interjected.
“ That smells nice “
Harry smiled at him through the open kitchen window “Ginny taught me “
Draco nodded then let in his hesitation wonder about what went wrong between them.
“ We just weren’t right for each other ” Harry answered his thoughts.
“ I wasn’t-”
“ I know “ Harry smiled then put the dish in the sink and bought the two plates into the living room where Draco was sitting and sat down by his side on the footstool.
“ That’s too low “
" here sit besides me " Draco shifted a little to make some space for Harry. Reluctantly Harry did sit besides Draco.
" Do you want me to feed you ?" Harry asked taking the plate in his own hands.
Draco looked at him for a moment, then his hands under the blankets and then nodded childishly.
" My hands are just pretty warm now "
" Sure I believe you " Harry rolled his eyes playfully then gathered a spoonful of the pasta, blowed air on it make it edible enough then helped him eat and repeated the same until the plate was finished.
" it's time for you meds " Harry announced getting up and taking the plate with him.
" Potter " Draco glared.
" I'm really not hungry " Harry shrugged
" just a few bites. You'll die of starvation otherwise and I definitely don't want a dead body in my house" Draco shrugged
" people don't die of starvation in just one day. If that were true I'd had been dead ages ago " Harry tried to laugh it off as if it was a joke but it wasn't humorous to Draco.
" just eat " Draco insisted. Harry sighed then sat down by Draco's feet and finished his portion of mac and cheese he made.
" now was it so hard ?" Draco raised his eyebrows at him. Harry rolled his eyes then shook his head and departed to the kitchen.
" do you want me to add your meds in your tea ? That is if you'd like some ?" Harry asked from the kitchen the peeked his head out of the kitchen for an answer.
" I'd like tea- I like cham-"
" chamomile, I know. Don't worry I got you " Harry grinned then went back to the kitchen while Draco was left speechless. He knew what kind of tea he preferred?
10 minutes later Harry came back into the living room with two cups in hand and helped Draco drink his own tea with medicines dissolved.
Only when Harry was sitting down peacefully on the opposite side of the couch drinking his own tea Draco asked him " how do you know what tea I like ?"
" you told me " Harry nodded.
" No I didn't-"
" I vividly remember you did. It was the first year when we got the case together and you had yelled at me for bringing you normal tea and then ordered me to bring you chamomile tea. You also said you only like milked coffee because Black coffee tastes blank " Harry told him.
Draco looked at him, thoroughly amazed by his memory then broke in light laughter " that was 4 years ago "
" yeah and I remember. I'm not as ignorant as I seem Draco " Harry smiled.
Draco's heart didn't obviously melted when he called him ' Draco ' and he didn't obviously noticed that it was the first time Harry called him by his first name. He definitely didn't notice either of them.
Draco gave him a firm smile then they both turned to the TV enjoying whatever movie was playing until Draco started growing restless and tried changing his position, the direction of his head at least 5 times in 1 minute.
" is something wrong?" Harry asked.
Draco looked at him for a moment then nodded " mild headache "
Harry immediately turned off the TV " do you want me to massage your head- they really help ?"
Before Draco could even deny the offer Harry already gotten up and was insisting Draco to make some space for him behind him and he had no other option left but to oblige. So there they were, Draco leaning backwards to rest his head on Harry's lap.
" where does it hurt ?" Harry asked. Draco pointed to the either side of his forehead and Harry immediately started moving his finger's in a circle on both the sides.
" better ?" Harry asked after a while. Draco nodded in his lap with his eyes closed enjoying Harry's massage.
Harry continued moving his fingers in circles through his scalp to his side causing a feeling of relaxation in Draco for a long time until his headache started evaporating little by little and he finally opened his eyes to look at Harry.
" Potter "
" yeah ?"
" why are you really here ?" He finally asked the question he had terrified of listening to the answer of.
Harry swallowed, closed his eyes momentarily then said " Because I knew you were sick and you had no one to take care of and despite of you saying that you're capable of doing everything on your own, you're not. Sometimes you are just helpless and it's alright you know "
" now what's the actual reason you're here- come on- you know there is another reason that you are here but Just don't want to say " Draco teased.
Harry let out a soft laugh, moving his hand In soft circle over his forehead as if he was drawing something " I- just feel guilty about a lot of things including how I still treat you in the office, like I'm trying to always trying to prove I'm better than you and how I treated you before. I always know I'm doing wrong but I barely ever take a chance to change thing's with you, maybe because of the office surrounding or maybe I'm just afraid of what other's might say but I still want to start new, maybe show you that I'm not all bad. Maybe this was my way of proving that we can start over "
Draco smiled up at Harry fondly then spoke "we can start over. I'd like that. And if it makes it any better I feel guilty about how I've treated you before and even though I know I've apologized I still feel like I always owe you an apology "
Harry smiled down at him, massaging his scalp then saying " Then we should start over. Hi, I'm Harry Potter and I would like to be friends with you "
Draco chuckled " okay then, Hi, I'm Draco malfoy- wait no- I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself "
Harry blurted out laughing, Draco tagging along wheezing until both their lungs gave out. Harry leaned down a bit after the laughing session, pressing the center of Draco's forehead with his thumb, relieving him some more "that was well deserved "
" I think so too " Draco smiled and sneezed almost all over Harry's face.
" I can't believe you " Harry chuckled wiping off his face from a tissue.
" I'm sorry " but he couldn't stop laughing.
The rest of the night Draco remained on Harry's lap as he took care of him in ways Draco had forgotten he could be taken care of with all his questions going away as of what would it advantage Harry and allowed himself in to be. He even knew Harry didn't sleep most of the night because he was checking how warm he was every once in a while and when Draco had grown restless in the middle of the night because he was shivering, Harry took care of it by rubbing his hands over his feet and putting him in 2 more pair of socks and Singing him a lullaby to put him to sleep. Draco woke up in the morning to find Harry sleeping while sitting but mumbling incoherent things and unconsciously checking on Draco, he almost wanted to laugh but for obvious reasons he found it endearing waking up to Harry by his side and not completely alone. It was as if he could even imagine doing more than often.
The rest of the day Harry insisted on staying and taking care of Draco, while he insisted Harry should go home. Ultimately they settled for Harry going back home for a while to freshen up and come back and as Said Harry did came back in an hour and immediately made him soup while Draco watched him endearingly.
" I never thought I'd have The Harry Potter in my kitchen making me soup " Draco laughed.
" Well you Never even thought we'd be working together either but here we are and we are now friends, so I guess life is full of surprises after all " Harry grinned.
" oh we're friends ?" Draco teased
" we definitely are Draco " Harry raised an eyebrow at him challenging him.
" oh are w-" but his sentence was cut short with a sneeze and Harry immediately handed him a tissue.
" We are " Harry Stated and this time Draco didn't try to challenge him, they obviously were friends now.
And as promised Harry took care of Draco in his own arms, helping him relieve some headache that had Returned and sharing with him some of his greatest life stories and it all seemed very fitting as if they'd been doing this their whole life. It seemed perfect.
Within a couple of days, Draco was all set to be back in the office but when he had, he was received with a letter that Harry wouldn't make it to the office.
Without thinking Draco barged into his place finding a Harry bundled up in blankets, his heart melting at the sight.
" let me take care of you my very dear friend" Draco smiled at him teasingly then shoved off his coats and left it on the arm rest of the couch.
Harry tipped off his head laughing in a husky tone then sneezing immediately " please do- I'm dying here without you "
And that was the start of their love story. Not every love story is born out of A girl meets a boy and they fall in love and live happily ever after, some are born with boy meets a boy and they hate each other until they learn to love one another because loving each other was so much more easier than hating each other.