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Dialogue prompt 28- " nothing has changed " " it has and you know it "

Hurt/comfort | Do not pound me it was all her @everlydream

" one ticket ?" Harry whispered hurriedly getting hold of one of the rods to keep himself from colliding into the bus conductor

" to where mister ?" His accent was wheezy and barely audible but coherent enough for Harry to understand what he was saying.

" Devon " Harry replied jerking forward almost slamming his face into the conductor.

The conductor gave him his ticket after having collected the money and Harry walked off to the back of the bus apologizing once in a while when he stepped on someone's shoe or accidentally bumped into someone because of the bus. He finally reached the back seat and sat down in one of the empty seats, sighing to himself.

" biscuit ?" The old man next to him asked but he politely denied and took out his walkman from the Only bag he was carrying, showing it to the old man as if telling him that he'd be doing this while he ate his biscuit then plugging his headphones and stuffing his hand in his pocket. For just one moment he closed his eyes and dropped his head against the seat but because of a jerk he realised he wouldn't be able to sleep so he stayed awake staring in front, his feets crossed ahead of him and his husband's favorite playlist buzzing in his ear, popular jazz from 1940-1960s. He watches as one by one the passenger decreased over time, even the old man next to him had left and he was left all alone in the back with a few other people still sitting in the bus in the front seats. He couldn't help himself but with irony being the tag along tonight he thought of how all his life had nothing but been like this bus, passengers getting off on stops after stops, people going away that he might never see again until there are only a few or one person left who stays till the last, the final destination. His husband tonight had stepped off the bus.

It's been a long, long time buzzes through his ears and he fails to conceal his smile as he is vividly reminded of night of the wedding and how like every couple, they had a song and this was their song. They never wanted to be one of those couple's who have a song or have to embark something as just their own but for once, only once in life they embarked something as their own, the coincidental playing of the same song they had danced on at the last ball at school and the night of the wedding and both times they had started a new journey. He hums along still smiling and looking far ahead at the motionless passangers, the conductor, the bus driver, the Chinatown keychain dangling off on the rearview mirror, he finally allows himself to ponder. What led him here ? The fight, not just any fight but the fight. It had been 5 years since they got married and like every other couple the first few years had been the most amazing one's of their wedded life but from 4th year onwards, ever since they started to looking for slight changes in life things started taking a harsh turn. With Harry working late a lot and Draco coming home burnt in potions and the rejection from the house they wanted because of being gay, everything started messing up, it was one thing after another and they were just holding off themselves, from fighting, from Being disappointed, from being angry or sad, they didn't dwell on their failures but it hurt them a lot even if they pretended it didn't, for the sake of the other, after all they were just trying to protect each other but with everything going haphazard, bizzare even their lives turned into series of unfortunate events and they held themselves off like usual until they faced the 7th rejection from the adoption agency, Harry's demotion onn a case and 3rd rejection for a house and their lack of time for each other crossed the boundaries they had Maintained for so Long. It was like the kettle of water had been whining for so long to take it off the stove but they had left it be and it was finally bubbling water all out and they didn't know what to do.

" So we face another rejection Draco, it's not like it's new for us. We've faced Many and we'll probably face more but we'll get one " Harry has causally said as he dropped off his bag at the table and taking off his coat. He should've sat by next to Draco, put his arms around him and tell him it'll be alright, but he didn't instead he walked into the kitchen and poured himself some water.

Draco Snapped and stormed into the kitchen taking away Harry's glass of water and putting it over the counter to represent that he needed his attention.

" what the hell Draco ?" Harry snapped

" How can you be so damn casual about this Harry, we'd been trying to get an adoption for almost 2 years now, we've made no progress! How can you be calm about this? This is a child we're talking About-"

" I know it's a child we're talking but what do you want me to do sulk and cry and whine about not being able to get one ?" Harry bellowed back, walking away from Draco.

" Are you implying I do that ?" Draco asked offended walking off behind him.

" I didn't say that- all I'm saying is that I can't do anything about it alright- so we don't get one- we still have more agencies to try with " Harry shrugged.

Draco shook his head forcefully " No I'm saying- you can be just a little sensitive- it's like you don't even care- like It doesn't matter to you anymore "

" like it doesn't matter to me ? I'm sorry but I'm working my ass of, over time so I can put money every time we try for adoption- if I had stopped caring I would've just stopped working at all " Harry snapped

" you're not the only working force and I appreciate you working your ass off but so am I okay- But you Harry pretend you don't care anymore, you don't have time for us, for me or for anything else anymore, you have to see that your life isn't just work. The least you can do is ask me how my day was but you've even stopped doing that and it's not fair to me, you don't give me the time and everytime we fail to adopt someone instead of us supporting each other like we used to, we just pretend it's alright like it's a casual thing but it's not- I can't pretend it doesn't hurt anymore, it hurts me a lot okay and the worst part is even if you know about it you don't care. Even Us, Harry- everything about us has changed-"

" nothing has changed-"

" yes it has and you know it " Draco harshly breathed in, driving away the tears that were threatening to spill " I hate this change and I don't want it but there is no going back- at least it doesn't seem like it and even if we talk through tonight we're going to end up being the same way the next time this happens "

" so what are you suggesting ?" Harry asked crossing his arms in his front.

Draco hesitated, closing and opening his mouth several time before he finally spoke up " I need some time- alone time- to maybe just think things through-"

" you want to take a break ?" Harry interjected, his heart collapsing into his organs and his tongue twisting inside his mouth.

" we need to take a break. We've barely talked with each other in such a long time and it's killing me because I want to but I also don't want because this is getting suffocating, it's like everything wrong that is happening I'm blaming you inside my head even though it's not it and I know you're doing the same but too afraid to even let the thought wander- I'm Afraid Harry that we'd need to separate permanently and I don't want that because I still love you and I can't find it in myself to not because despite everything I still want you everyday- just these few weeks- I've constantly felt like being alone and please just understand that you too need some alone time even if you think this is absurd and even if it's just me- I need you to understand that I need some time before it gets too late"

And that's why Harry was here right now all alone humming to the song with his head pressed against the back of the seat, tears stuck at the corner of his eyes. He shook his head smiling thinking how absurd it was that he felt like dancing to this song but the man he wanted to dance with was no longer here and had claimed he needed to get away from Harry, if only for some time.

The specific song was so magical that it could cure any of their mood. There were several times when Harry would be working late at night, going through his cases while Draco would stay awake for him to come to bed or when he'd come home from work all drained and exhausted because of how it had been and Draco would randomly put this song on and despite Harry's Denials and claims that he needed to work or to rest he could never resist himself once he'd see Draco skirting over the wooden floor with his arms in the air as if he was dancing with someone and it always felt like to Harry a space that needed to be filled, no matter what the circumstances were, he just needed to and he didn't know why but after every time he'd dance with Draco, his worries would evaporate and he'd wind up laughing and snuggling in bed with his lover. However he can't remember when was the Last time they danced, an year ago? A forced dance at a ball ? He doesn't remember and he can't remember when he forgot that he still loves Draco more than anything in his life. He can't pin down the moments when he'd came home from work and felt to himself that he needed to be away, when thing's got out of his hands and he was left just like a ghost living each day.

He hated himself right now as he looked at the empty seats besides him and all those others, how barren it felt to not be with Draco but to think of rest of his life this way, he wasn't sure he could even survive.

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" mister " Harry was violently shaken awake by the shaking of his arm by the conductor, the bus had emptied and he was the only one left " your stop "

Harry nodded, shaking his head profusely to get rid of the sleepiness then got off the bus with his bag.

He walked miles with his Walkman dangling in his hand and the bag slipping off his shoulder often until he reached the outskirts and finally had seen the water's. The advantage of it being night nobody was there and Harry disapparted to the cliff when he knew where he needed to be and sat down by the board " grunta beach ".

Due to High tides the water kept clashing with the cliff and the weather resulted in More of its contribution but he found it pleasing, the sound, the weather and the wind and the music he had again started listening to.

He slipped briskly into his memories with Draco and pin pointing in his mind each time he did it wrong, each time instead of comforting his husband he walked away without caring that it hurt him, where he became an unsupportive husband, where he stopped dancing with Draco randomly, where he stopped kissing him goodnight, and many others that led to this separation and now he was rendered with the thought of going back home to divorce papers sitting on his desk and it hurt more than anything he had ever thought of. The thought of losing Draco forever Haunted him so much and to live a life without him Just crushed his insides but when he saw the disgusted look on Draco's face when he said all those things he said tonight, Harry knew he wasn't going to return and all he thought of was not asking him for one last dance and he finally cried, he let himself weep with the water roaring more loudly as he cried more. He didn't want to live a life without Draco but now, he knew he had no option.

He thought and thought of wanting to correct his mistakes, his life, the points where it went wrong, to go back in time but Harry had fucked up so bad that even if tried to he was Afraid he might never even return and would forever be stuck in time and space and eventually leading a life without Draco. Right now no matter what he did or what he thought of, he knew Draco was gone and he wasn't going to come back.

Maybe it had been an hour or 15 minutes or 45 minute or 3 hour's, he didn't know but he heard some footsteps approach him and Harry didn't care if at this point someone came to kill him, Rob him, mug him or anything, he'd let it happen because his life had no meaning anymore but the steps were awfully familiar and just when he turned around to see who it was he went running off to him and collided into the ground hugging him.

" I'm sorry " Harry cried into his arms.

Draco coughed loudly then wrapped his arms around Harry " I know you are "

" no you don't, I really mean it- I'm sorry- I've been so terrible to you- I've been nothing but a shit husband and you put up with me for so Long but Draco I can't lose you- I don't want to separate- I don't to take a break- I can't lose you-"

" you're not losing me Harry- actually- I came here because I knew you'd be here " he sighed and pushed Harry so he was forced to sit and he sat next to him too with his hands over Harry's to wait for him to interlock them and he did.

" I came here to tell you that it's never going to be too late with you because I don't want to ever be apart from you- these 3 hours away from knowing I had pushed you away were the hardest thing I've ever had to do and I don't want it- but I do need time- not away from you but time with you, I thought I needed away from you but I don't- I need you to be with me when I cry- when I laugh or whenever I do anything, I need you " Draco's voice cracked " I really need you because this is so hard for me- facing rejection everyday- and I've been pretending that I was fine but I'm not- I can't face another rejection Harry and I want to stop trying again for adoption or a home, maybe it's not in our fate- not our Destiny maybe- but I can't deal with having little hope everytime for it to be crushed again "

Harry wiped the tear that fell off his eye and hugged him, kissing on the top of his head, himself crying " I'm sorry that we're facing this but if you need me- I promise you with everything that I will be here for you no matter what- even if they fire me from my job- I need to be with you. It just feels like I've been away from you so long that I've forgotten everything else- I need you too " he paused, knowing what he was about to say was the most soul crushing thing he was about to say but he knew there was no point in hoping any longer " and I think we should stop trying to adopt- we've been trying for so long and Maybe its not for us. So what if we don't have kids- we'll act like ones, we'll be the couple that grows old together with all sorts of fun besides Childern are huge responsibility and I could never, I've heard they're just a huge pain in the ass "

Draco chuckled and Harry kissed his face smiling " I love you Draco- and I mean this so much tonight- more than any other night "

Draco smiled at him, pressing his forehead against Harry " I love you too- it's nice to finally hear you say it "

And Harry knew what it meant and it made him hate himself but right now as Draco remained close to him, he knew he just needed reminding that he loved Draco even if for sometime he had forgotten to love him. And even though they pretended again that having no family wasn't the end of the world but it certainly was the end of a world they wanted to live in and perhaps they'd be fine with it one day.

And this night when they danced again, for the third time they started a new journey of their life.

To heal some hearts- they returned home and recieved news from the adoption agency for twins and a home not to far away.

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Another night at the Potter's

For @drarrymicrofic prompt of 2nd Nov- soap bubbles

" Harry can you please-"

" already prepared the bath- checked the water temperature- the towels are ready too- you bath scorpius and I'll cook dinner " Harry grinned.

Draco smiled at him endearingly then kissed over his lips passionately.

" what was that for ?" Harry asked touching his lips because of the lingering sensation.

" for being a wonderful parent and an amazing husband " Draco smiled, kissing his cheek one last time and took the baby with him for the bath.

" Harry ?"

He heard being called after he had already set up to prepare the dinner. He took off the apron and left it over the kitchen isle walking toward the bathroom.

" yeah ?" Harry asked Peeking his head inside through the door.

" why are there so many soap bubbles ?" Draco asked.

But the question was answered as their dog emerged from the bath like a god sneezing immensely.

" not again " Harry groaned and they performed the whole ritual again like they did every other night, Draco taking care of the baby and Harry running after Milo, the dog to wrap him up in towels too, eventually Scorp crawling after Milo and hugging him to protect him from cold and Draco trying desperately to separate them and then at the end of night Harry and Draco would Laugh at their miseries then smile because they wouldn't have it any other way.

5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo--” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn't had anything more left to offer.

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The rustling grew louder and louder as people walked by suffocating the place more than it already was. It was a stuffy busy day today and the elevators were more stuffed than usual meaning today was perhaps an important day or it was incredibly hot outside and people were looking for shelter, to be in the calm cool place.

" 6 months " He said

Harry ran his handkerchief down his neck, trying to get rid of the sweat that had formed because his boss refused to close his window which caused the temperature of the room to rise what seemed like 90°F. It was an extremely hot day, Harry thought and from what he could see outside his open window was the burning bright blue and white, radiant as ever.

" What's in it for me ?" Harry asked

" Pride, integrity, work force, a promotion too maybe. He's been in the cell for over 6 months, we need to make sure that his being in the cell wouldn't raise more questions " His boss confessed openly

" What if he's in there for a wrong cause ?" Harry truthfully asked

" We're convinced he's a murderer. His mother confides otherwise-"

" A minor ?" Harry interjected disgusted

" Not a minor, at least not now. He's a death eater and every death eater is a murderer " His boss harshly sneered

Harry wished to go otherwise, to tell him that's not true, to tell him that the world isn't divided into death eaters and non death eaters but it would hardly make a difference because his boss saw death eaters as the dirt of his shoe and anyone who dared to go against him became like Bob from muggle artifacts, stuck there without a promotion in a small office since 4 years. Harry nodded hesitantly.

" case file is on your table, show me your best. Convince me that he can't be released " He said and this time Harry didn't nod,how could he. He just departed back to his office to convince himself that he works only because he likes having a purpose and trying to make it a better place. He nodded his head as he walked past people he knew in a gesture of acknowledging them before he reached his office and sighed in relief locking his door behind him and approaching his desk, the case file already being there. 

He pushed his hair back from his forehead, pouring out a glass of water as he opened the case files kept there drinking some water little by little realizing 2 of the files were the cases he already did and opened the last open finally as he drank some more. 

He choked as soon as he the picture attached to the file with a clip on and pushed away his glass of water. He hadn’t seen that face since he got out of school and it took him by surprise when he bought the file more closer to himself and watched the moving picture for a long time, a frown to a numb look switching over and over as if he didn’t care anymore, like he had done this several times. Harry finally moved his eyes from the picture and shifted to the lettered papers. He slanted his head unconsciously as he read word by word. 

Name : Draco Malfoy 

Date of birth : 5 June 1980

Sex : Male 

Blood status : Pure blood 

Blood line : Malfoy 

Date of imprisonment : 3rd January 2003 

Cause of imprisonment: Suspected murder of Ben Codsworth 

Evidences at crime scene : Knife, Draco Malfoy’s wand, Draco Malfoy’s footprints, Draco Malfoy’s hand prints over furniture and wand. 

Harry sighed as he flipped through more pages skimming over the evidence’s and brief of the crime scene. He read briefly about Draco and focused more on the part of the statements against him, statement given the guard on duty saying Draco came for a visit like usual and the forensics review over the matching DNA, the photo’s of the marked outline where the body was found but what caught him more was Draco’s statement upon the case. 

“ L'appel du vide ”

Harry frowned when he read further the statement over and over and wondered later whether Draco could have killed a man or not, he admitted later that he didn’t murder anyone but he admitted he vividly doesn't deny of killing. The statements against him involves the act of saying that he was nothing but a manipulator. 

Harry thoroughly began reading the file, word by word, taking him by surprise upon knowing that Draco had disappeared for 3 years after the war without any information about anything or his whereabouts or any rest of it but as soon as his return became evident, he was imprisoned with the charge of being a killer. It was hard to guess whether he was the killer or not but reading more and more about the case and Draco’s repeated statement, it felt otherwise, like his words meant something else. Upon reading further of many more of officer's statements about the murder when taped while he was in azkaban Draco convinced the reporter that he had been planning a murder viciously but had been extremely unfortunate, but most of his statements were ended with blanks meaning the statements were too long or classified to be put in the file or more than often he kept uttering in his sentences " L'appel du vide "

“ I need the tapes from January 2003, Draco Malfoy’s case “ Harry told the librarian at the ministry after having being unsuccessful of convincing himself to not be thoroughly invested.

“ They are classified “ she said.

Harry blinked harshly “ what if I bring a permit ?” 

The lady thought for a few seconds then nodded and Harry hurriedly ran off to Hermione's office.

" 70 seconds " Hermione clicked her wrist as she got up from her chair to stand in front of the mirror. 70 seconds, the seconds she'd fix her hair in.

" I need permit to attain tapes from the library on Draco Malfoy's case " Harry hurriedly said

Hermione whipped in a second, her hair going in different directions " You got his case ?"

Harry nodded " why ?"

Hermione thought for a moment deciding on whether she should tell him or not but then she did, hesitation clear in her voice " the-they all say he's gone loony- like nuts, sort of a cynic " she shrugged.

Harry scrunched his face at her " you can't say he's gone mad "

" it's not me Harry- all of them say that- they all say he's aberrant- I've heard his tapes and seen his file- it's irrational. It's all-"

" so you believe in all that they say- the man who told me to convince that someone shouldn't be released because if they're a death Eater they must be a murderer " Harry snapped

" Harry- I know the department Is messed up but you'll- you know what, fine- I'll give the permit but you're going to realise soon what Everyone is saying " Hermione sighed then took a paper and stamped over it, then handed him the permit.

" Harry " she called out to him Just before he was about to step out.

" what ?"

" don't believe everything you read or hear " Hermione nodded, then her phone rang and before Harry could ask further questions, he knew it was time to leave, so he left with questions dangling in his head.

Harry ran back off to the library and with the permit took all the recordings recorded and the video tapes there were. On reaching back to his office, he locked the doors again and put the cassettes in the cassette player and heard carefully. 

“ Do you plead guilty ?” 

“ No ” 

“ But are you a killer ?” 

“ yes ”

The investigating officer heavily groaned then asked to provide a statement claiming he murdered Ben Codsworth but he denied profusely. The first few tapes went off in Draco’s denials, admitting that he didn’t kill Ben Codsworth even though the evidences proved otherwise, he admitted that he did not kill anyone but somehow as he was reaching the last of the cassettes he heard Draco muttering continuously “ L’appel du Vide ”. Whoever was put in on the investigation was thorougly dissatisfied and frustrated by the end and asked him to say any other sentence but was met with only silence as if he had already said enough but it wasn’t until the end when Draco had finally said something otherwise as if he had always stored this for the last meeting, 

“ Killers don’t always use weapon, murder isn’t always murder and death isn’t always met. I did not kill Ben Codsworth, someone did and that's not me ”

Harry relaxed into his chair biting his nails off trying to make sense of his words and then his eyes fell upon the video tapes and he put them on the projector as well, they were the same recordings only these were video taped and Draco’s face could easily be read. On going through order Harry noticed the way Draco’s face grew duller and duller and how his face sucked in, the way his face lost any expression and numbness casting over his face and his lips over his words growing more slurry, his face had lost everything by the last tape but in the last tapes when Draco spoke his last words he had stared directly into the camera and confessed his last words, it almost felt as if to Harry that he was there and he was saying those words to Harry himself, leaving Harry feeling strange.

The pendulum clock on the wall went off and Harry packed away his things in his briefcase, taking the videos with him to perhaps play it in the night when he’s all alone after Ginny had slept. 

He flooed home like he usually did, hopeful to finally meet his fiance and soon to be wife home working on the wedding planners but he was met with the incandescent emptiness, finding a note on the table saying she went home for the night, fleur apparently needed help to take care of the newly born baby. Harry sighed as he sat the briefcase on the table, leaving it there to be while he did his routine. 

It was later in the night when Harry had been focused immensely on the wedding planning when he stretched his neck back to get some relief when his eyes fell upon the briefcase and he remembered the case files he bought home with the video tapes and this night he chose to read further on his disappearance and his paradoxical replies upon the whole matter. How could someone’s handprints be found at the crime scene even though under the effect of veritaserum he confessed he didn’t kill Ben? How can he be his killer, yet not at the same time ? 

When he read about Draco’s disappearance he tried to match the events from his life from the time period he was gone, when even his disappearance didn’t come into light, like nobody even cared but suddenly everyone cared when he was a tagged murderer. Harry’s back ached as he remained hunched over the file reading word by word about disappearance even though the whereabouts while his disappearance’s remained unknown and unimportant, what remained more important was the word Death eater highlighted multiple times. Harry couldn’t help himself but pity Draco, like he had done a lot in his life but right now as he read the concluding statements of the case he felt strangely angered at his treatment. Draco couldn't have gone mental, could he ?

Harry shook his head then craned his neck side to side, putting the paper clip at the page he left then going back to the front page and seeing Draco again, he seemed lost. He didn’t even look the same anymore, like something about him had changed or something was different but Harry wasn’t able to point what. 

He saw the clock on the wall once realizing it was past midnight then put the files back into his case after having briefly suspiciously glanced at the tapes, then shut it off. 

That night he couldn’t sleep because the image of Draco in azkaban haunted him.

Despite the lowering interactions on these Prompts recently and the lowering notes, I'm taking the risk of continuing this into a short fic, I'm afraid at the end I'd be disappointed. Anyhow, good day everyone.

He conferred at 3 in the morning, this wasn’t a normal murder case and he needed to visit Draco, very soon. 

PART 2&3

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The Butterfly Effect

- Part 2

His heart fainted as he fell over to the ground another time of another day, the hungry beast had been hungrier than usual today and had chosen to feed onto the memories he had from when he was a kid leaving the faintest of lost memories reviving in his brain, but now only it hurt, like a cloud taking over his childhood. He never liked his childhood, he wasn’t ever even allowed the be a kid, always forced to grow up kid and that’s why he had Buried them in the corner of his mind, putting a lock over it so no one could’ve known but what remained of his childhood that he liked was gone when the beast fed onto his memories, he felt the numbness taking over his body and he let himself weep with unshed tears and low whimpers that nobody cared to listen anymore. 

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“ How was your visit to Fleur yesterday ?” Harry asked over the breakfast just before he was going to leave for work. 

“ You know how Sam gets really cranky but it was good, Fleur hooked me up with some really good wedding planners-” 

“ Whats wrong with the one we have ?” Harry interjected annoyed only for a moment

“ There’s nothing wrong but I heard that wedding planner’s work and it seems better than the one we have- I mean come on Harry, she’s a newbie “ Ginny shrugged 

Harry sighed “ I’ll look into it then- but if we are changing planners then you’re going to be the one who’s going to tell Miranda, she was really looking forward for this “ Harry pointed at her 

Ginny rolled her eyes sarcastically “ why do I have to be the one who breaks all the hearts ?” 

“ Because love, I don’t like breaking hearts “ Harry stood up smiling then cleaning his dishes and leaving them over the basket on the counter 

“ Fine, I’ll break her heart- I really should’ve thought about all this before I got with you “ She satirically said

Harry tipped off laughing lightly, then encircling his arms around her waist “ But now you’re stuck with me “ 

“ I am ” Ginny whined funnily. 

Harry smiled at her then pressed a soft kiss over her forehead “ I’m going to go ” 

Harry was about to walk into the floo with his briefcase when she interrupted “ aren’t you going to kiss me goodbye ?”

Like something Harry forgot, he turned and gave her a soft kiss over her lips.

“ You’re not still mad at me ?” Ginny asked looking up at Harry. He looked at her for a moment longer then hugged her a goodbye “ I forgave you long ago ”

And he flooed to his work. 

The day went by as it should’ve, for the most part of the day, sending memo’s, approving cases to interns, helping with fellow’s cases and then finally after lunch, he retrieved back into his office and finally sat down to begin his own work but just as he was about to open his file and read from where he left off, his door opened and Ron walked in. 

“ Heard you got a new case ?” 

Harry nodded, opening his file and showing it to Ron. 

“ Hasn’t he gone- loo-” 

“ We don’t know that “ Harry defended loudly 

Ron raised his hands in the air giving up “ Alright, alright, i’m just saying what I’ve heard “ 

Harry sighed relaxing back into his chair, pouring himself a glass of water. 

“ Why all the defense ?” Ron genuinely asked. Harry stared at him for a moment, then shook his head

“ It just reminds me a lot of Sirius you know- this case is awfully similar. Everyone’s convinced he’s a murderer but I really don’t think he is and nobody even have an evidence if he killed someone or not- I just feel like there’s something to this case that’s just wrong “ Harry explained 

Ron shook his head smiling “ I admire how you get too attached to a case and how you try to see the best in people- but its just a case Harry remember. People change a lot overtime and especially Malfoy. I know you think he might be innocent but you never know what someone is capable of, I don’t want you to keep so much faith then end up getting hurt- That’s the last thing I want “ there was the look of pity in Ron’s eyes that was very evident, it had been for sometime now and Harry wishes he’d stop pitying him but he doesn’t want Ron to feel offended, so he simply plays along with it, it was easier than confronting him. 

“ I’ll be fine “ Harry reassured and finally Ron left after talking about a couple more things and he finally got back into his case, opening the page he left at previous night. 

“ Would you comment on what happened the last day you visited Ben codsworth ?” 

“ I had came to visit him, like I normally did but- he was absolutely fine- there seemed hardly anything wrong and I left after I was done visiting him- I did not kill him ”

“ And what exactly was your relationship with him ?”

“ Nothing more than an old friend- he was a family friend, had been for a long time. He used to be our gardener “

“ So What exactly did you do on the visit ?” 

“ All the usual things, I used to read him some things, he’d tell me about his past life and we’d have a cup of coffee “

“ What did you read to him ?” 

“ He was a huge fan of Walt Whitman and Allen ginsberg “ 

“ So you’re saying a man with who was your gardener liked when you read to him literary works like Walt whitman and Allen ginsberg ?” 

“ He was a highly intellectual man. Do not judge him for his choice of profession, he was deeply devoted to Botany ” He put up the argument

“ Was it all that you did for him or were there times when he would do something in return for you, perhaps share his knowledge ?” 

“ He used to do that, he used to share anecdotes “ 

“ An intellectual sharing anecdotes, funny ”

“ But don’t you find it weird that you, A Malfoy had relationships with a gardener as such, from what we know Malfoy’s only acquaints with high profile people ?” 

“ One hears many things mister- and perceive different things too- h-he was n-nothing more than a friend “ 

“  A friend you perhaps wanted to kill ?” 

Draco shook his head vigorously, adamant, yet “ I did not kill him “ 

“ We’ll see about that “ 

Harry frowned as he turned over the page and realized the conversation ended there. He assumed the later part of the conversation would’ve been added somewhere but the conversation ended there. Harry turned a few pages more then relaxed back into his chair finding it obvious that the conversation ended there and he decided to read more after that. The later part of the investigation reports involved statement of the neighbor who lived next door to Ben codsworth and claimed that Draco’s visits were not friendly, infact he always came in a hurry and left in a hurry as if he was there to finish some sort of business. Harry found it weird how the neighbor stated that it seemed like Draco came in a rush and left in a rush because if it were business Draco would not have visited him so often but the assumptions in the concluding portion stated that Ben codsworth was by practice a potioneer for a short while after he worked as their gardener and Draco having shown interest in the potions in his early stages of life and his interest later on explained that he only came to visit Ben because of that but the statements were just an assumption and the entire case until now seemed like an assumption more than any of the evident proofs. Harry read further investigation reports from the caretaker of Ben who said that Draco visited often but for short visits but had never been able to hear any part of their conversation, although the next investigation statement he read from Ben’s close friend, he said he admired Draco and appreciated how during his hard times Draco had been an immense support but the loophole was again pulled off when he noticed that the friends name wasn’t mentioned entirely, for all Harry knew, there might be thousands of Gregory in and out of wizarding world and Ben in his own phonebook might’ve had multiple Greg or Gregory which left him back to where he started, knowing that all of it was based on an assumption. It seemed very convincing that whoever did the investigation had not done a very good job at it so he sent a memo to take the investigation again and this time in his own hands.

By the time he was done with his reading portion for the day it was past his work hour’s and tonight he left the recordings and tapes at the office to re-engage into them later but the taking file with him to find any more of what he could find.

By the time Harry reached the place was empty again, Ginny had gone to visit the wedding planner and see if the wedding planner they wanted to switch it with was worth it or not and during that time he did nothing but read the file again and making copy of the file to highlight the points which seemed important to him.

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“ aren’t you assigned the case to convince that Draco should not be released from azkaban ?” Hermione asked stamping her papers

Harry nodded in disgust “ but there’s something that feels wrong- and you know my intuitions are rarely ever wrong ”

Hermione understandably nodded “ you won’t get the permission for the reinvestigation ”

“ what ?” Harry whipped

“ reopening the investigation means you’re going for the defense but that’s not the job you’ve been given-”

“ so I should just let someone for all i know is innocent die in prison- I’m better than that, I don’t love my job this much to forget what’s right and what’s wrong ” Harry snapped

“I know your morals and I admire your courage but Harry asking to re-investigate would mean that you want to see if there’s nothing wrong and your boss does not want that- he wants you to convince in wizengamot that Draco is guilty - but before you yell again, there are cases where people from office go to azkaban and anyone rarely ever checks which auror went on duty. I’m going along Mathew today to see the conditions of the sanitation, you can come along but you’d have to very sleek- just go through the functioning and to pass through and you might be able to pull it through while I pull some strings to get you into to be in a proper conversation with Draco as a reopened case ” Hermione explained putting her pen and stamp aside then standing up to fix her dress.

Harry looked at her in awe, completely surprised “ you’d do something like that for me ?”

“ only for a while Harry- I can say you came with me as a visitor but I cannot do it everyday. I talked with Ron and he told me how you felt this was important despite the fact that you love every case of yours and get attached to it, it seems like this time you’re fishing something personal and I’ll never understand why ”

Harry sighed “I myself don’t know why- it’s not like I’ve been on the case for so long ” he mumbled.

“ when do we leave ?“Harry added

” 10 minutes. Meet me by floo C-14 “ Hermione said and Harry took it as a sign to leave and prepare to leave.

When it finally came around the time to leave, Harry found himself more nervous and questioning whether whatever he was going to do was right or wrong. 

“ Ready ?” Hermione asked, he hesitantly nodded. 

“ You’ll only have 10 minutes to filter through and check his cell, see who’s guarded him and perhaps on the way check his visitors file if any “ Hermione advised and Harry nodded along and they finally departed to Azkaban, the place he despised the most. 

As Hermione suggested he only had 10 minutes to filter through and get whatever files he could about his visits, to see who was the guard on duty and obtain Draco’s cell number. 

But once he reached there, all hell broke lose.

The part of seeing who guarded Draco’s alley went well and so did obtaining his cell number but just when he reached the office to fetch his visitors file, he immediately stopped as he heard Hermione right outside the office. 

“ John, what are you doing here ?” her voice raised by octaves and Harry immediately hid behind the wall wondering why John, his boss was at Azkaban. 

“ Just doing my routine visit. To see the functioning- what are you doing here ?” He asked hurriedly as if he didn’t want to linger on the real reason he was there.

“ Oh sanitation check up- you can never trust people here” Hermione forced a laughter. 

John laughed louder as if it was actually funny “ Tell me about it” 

Harry heard them talk for a while, Hermione perhaps hovering him in a conversation to distract him and he finally decided it was time he took out his invisibility cloak he had kept for emergency and walked into the storage office and immediately went into search Draco’s files. Harry rushed through rows after rows of tall shelves, going letter by letter and finally reaching the D section. He checked his watch, he had barely 2 minutes to spare and rushed through folders to find Draco’s file and he found it just in time. He nervously checked through columns finding there were not a lot of visitors but he tried to memorize or find any clue that would lead him ahead until he noticed 2 particular visitors who visited often, particularly from March.

Anne Starling. 

John warlock, Harry’s boss.

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An important PS. Note- In the last chapter I had made the mistake of claiming Harry did the job only for money and promotion, which seemed fine while I was writing but I had changed the cause of Harry doing his job because I’ve realise and there are friends who pointed my mistake that Harry has enough money that he could live fine without working for the rest of his life. Therefore I’ve changed the cause to him doing the job because he likes having a purpose in life. I apologise if anyone found it weird.

5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo--” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn't had anything more left to offer.

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The kitten effect

It had been 3 months since Draco broke up with Theo after he had caught him cheating with the girl that lived in the next building right after he had proposed to him even though he was aware that they were rushing into it too fast but he thought of the amazing time they had together and how he knew it was what he wanted, apparently even though Theo had said a yes, it wasn’t something he wanted therefore he cheated. The relationship ended like burning flames and rather badly with Draco losing a place a live, running out of leaves so he had to over work even saturdays and moving into a rather small studio apartment which was if anything expensive but he had no choice and looking for an apartment there wasn’t a piece of cake. Draco realized ever since the break up with Theo which had left him completely shattered, everything in his life had taken an unfortunate turn like the other day when he was travelling back home after having taken a bus for a 5 minute walk it started pouring down and he had taken out the umbrella out of his bag that day in the morning and it was the last of his clothes left for laundry, he remained sick for the rest of the day, or like the time when he was late for work and had missed breakfast and had chosen to take a cup of coffee from the only cafe which wasn’t crowded because it was overly expensive, the coffee went in waste and even his money because someone tripped Draco making him ruin his favorite white shirt he was wearing leaving a large coffee stain which could not be removed by magic or the time when he was signing the final papers of the students he realized that almost every student had written the same answer but later realized he had read the question wrong and he had to do all the 56 sheets he had already done, or the time when he went to purchase a couch and wanted to have it delivered to his place, not only the couch came wrecked but it had a no exchange policy. Clearly his life hasn’t been a delight and every day something or the other kept getting messed up that Draco was running on his last straw. He had been through so much in the last 3 months and so overly exhausted that he was barely hanging on.

Today was just another day in the wrecked life of Draco malfoy and the only sunday he had been free and he was just about to finally pick on some reading when then he decided to work on the paper mache model of mandrake and that of tiny flasks that he had to show to his classroom and put it in the classroom for decoration that he had been trying to work on for a long time but due to the exhaustion from life in general he had been putting the model on hold, so today he decided to take out the incomplete model and try to finish it since it takes a lot of time to dry but apparently just as he took the models out, the intricate model of mandrake had somehow gone damp and had ruined the roots that took him weeks to make and despite his strong urge to treat it with magic he knew that it would thoroughly wrong, especially after he had read Gallivan’s magic theories for muggle artifacts: what to do and what not to do ? He resided with fixing it the normal artistic way but the more he tried to fix it, the more he wrecked it but he continued to fix it and an hour later most of the mandrakes roots fell off and in exhaustion and recklessness he accidentally pushed the models of tiny flasks off the table he had made which cracked them up. It was the most he could take and the mental breakdown found its way to him and he broke down crying and screaming into the pillow for such a long time that his throat became sore but the tears didn’t leave until his door was knocked upon and he tidied himself up and check who it was. He pulled himself up together, encouraging himself in a fake way, wiping his face until his eyes and cheeks went all red and opened the door with a forced smile and there stood someone with their back faced towards Draco. 

“Yes?” Draco asked. He turned around and it turned out to be a very familiar face. 

“Draco” He grinned 

“Potter” and he immediately internally slapped himself for not addressing him by his first name.

“ Hi- what are you doing here?" Draco immediately asked

" I was- well I moved in here recently and my radiator broke down and I was wondering If you had a tool- were you crying ?" Harry suddenly asked after having notices the dry patches of tears on his face and his red eyes.

" what- no! You said you need something-"

" your eyes are all red and your shirt seems wet" Harry pointed.

Draco huffed " I just washed my face and the soap got into my eyes "

Harry's face immediately dawned with realisation and apologized thereafter for sounding intrusive.

" you needed something?" Draco asked finally, his feets finally turning a little too cold in the November chills.

" oh yeah- my radiator broke down and the electrician cannot come before 5, so I thought maybe I could fix on my own but I don't have the toolbox- so I was wondering if you had it ?" Harry asked

" I have the tool box but i highly doubt it'd help " Draco said as he turned around and walked into his apartment navigating Harry to just come inside.

" why ?"

" did your knob break down ?" Draco asked bending down to open the storage cabinet beneath the TV stand and looking for the tool box

" well yeah but I think something broke inside too " Harry replied

" there's hardly anything you can do- I can lend you but I must tell you it's a waste of your energy and time-"

" are those paper mache?" Harry interjected.

Draco stood up with his tool box and approaching Harry " yeah, I messed them up “ He sighed in disappointment. 

Harry looked at Draco for a moment before he sat down cross legged over the carpeted floor and starting fixing the broken paper mache. 

" I highly it would do anything- I tried and i’ve been trying to fix it all day but I don’t think its repairable anymore- I’ll just make new one-” 

“Do you have glue ?” Harry interrupted and Draco nodded, immediately bringing him the glue.

Draco sat down across Harry and curiously watched him as he fixed the paper mache with utter concentration that he felt almost bad for him because he knew there was no scope of repair and he knew Harry was wasting his time but he didn’t had it in his heart to tell him the truth just because how eagerly he was working on it.

He sat there watching for a few more minutes until he realised that Harry was infact making progress and before he knew it, Harry had not only fixed the tiny cracked flasks he had made but had also managed to ameliorate the Mandrake model and have been very successful at giving the Mandrake a crying look and Draco was all but very disappointed, in himself.

" You would just need to paint these now-"

" How did you- how did you fix it ?" Draco asked almost upset.

" oh it was nothing, I just added glue to the parts where the flasks cracked and pasted a bit of newspaper over it and the Mandrake roots, I just- well I don't know what I did but they're not damp anymore and they seem strong- but I did use glue to highlight the expression" Harry explained grinning turning the models in his hand and rather proud of himself.

Draco suddenly grew upset and frustrated at the same time because of how easy Harry made it sound and how easily he just did it in few minutes while he had sat down for months to perfect the models little by little to make it as realistic as possible and he did it without even trying and it only frustrated him more because now when he saw the models he liked them more than he should've and it saddened him that he could not a simple task as this and he grew much more disappointed in himself which ultimately drove him in a circle of how many regular things he had been fucking up and no matter how hard he tried nothing seemed to get better and right here Harry made it all so simple.

" Are you okay ?" Harry asked approaching draco and sitting down next to him on the couch.

"What ?" Draco asked, coming out of his series of thoughts.

" You seemed to be zoned out- are you doing okay ?" Harry asked generosity flowing in his words.

"Yeah- I'm fine- it's just I've been trying to fix this and making it for month's and you just did it in a few minutes without having to cry over it or without feeling completely disappointed in yourself " Draco forced a chuckle as if it was funny but it wasn't and he noticed how Harry didn't take it as a joke and stood up abruptly, wiping his hands to the side of his jeans.

" I- I happened to know how to fix things- I'm actually known for it but the thought that you tried is not disappointing, you tried at least and that's something " Harry shrugged.

Draco shook his head " that's what it is- trying isn't enough-"

" but it is enough, it's more than enough-"

" It's not- if it were I'd be with my damning boyfriend right now- which is why everything is so fucked up in my life right now. If trying was enough I wouldn't be living in a fucking studio apartment that doesn't even have enough space yet paying half my salary for this piece of shit. Trying isn't enough " Draco snapped loudly and even though he expected Harry to wince or at least be taken a back, he didn't, instead he approached Draco and with hesitation wrapped his arms around his body.

"Wha- What are you doing ?" Draco stuttered.

" Hugging you" Harry replied

"Bu- But I don't want you to- I don't need your hu-"

" shush- just relax- breathe in and out and just go with the flow " Harry adviced and even though Draco remained numb for what felt like the longest of time, he eventually gave in and after taking few deep breaths, he finally embraced Harry in a hug and within a few seconds his hesitation was lost and he found himself weeping into his arms like he was a glass that shattered after it hit the ground and he clinged onto Harry rather tightly.

Harry moved his hand up and down Draco's back in comfort and kept appreciating things about Draco, telling him that everything will be alright and that to let it all out.

It was several minutes later when Draco had found himself hiccuping that he finally decided to break the hug and wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves but Harry didn't let him, he wiped his face from the corner of his sleeves with a beautiful smile that melted Draco's heart.

" feel better ?" Harry asked smiling.

Draco nodded hesitantly then instantly apologized " I didn't mean to- I- I don't know what came over me but I really just don't go hugging around random people "

" I'm not a random person Draco- I'm your used to be arch nemesis, your abandoned acquaintance from school, now your neighbor. I'm not nobody to you- I'm someone and I don't mind it. Psychology says that a person needs at least 8 hugs in a day to feel fine so I think it's absolutely fine- besides I was the one who Hugged you- you see I'm a hugger and it's really comforting to people and me as well- it's like the effect that kitten have on humans- basically a kitten induces serotonin or some other hormone which makes a person feel happy, hugs have the same effect. It's just affection- " Harry rambled and without a reason Draco found it admirable and adorable.

" Why don't you tell me about your Shitty life while I make us some coffee so you feel better ? Or anything that you like ?" Harry asked

" but your radiator ?"

" It can wait- I want to know about that asshole of your boyfriend who left you " Harry grinned and for the first time draco found himself genuinely chuckling and he led him into kitchen.

Despite the broken radiator at home and the absolutely cold place Harry knew he would be returning to at night and all the mess he left because he thought he'd be returning in five minutes and the date he had tonight after a very long time, he cancelled all of them and decided that it was much better to stay with Draco and be there for him and as long as Draco didn't know about his plans, it was more than fine. The rest of things, his friends, his date, his Life could wait as long Draco didn't know about it and weirdly Harry found it absolutely normal and if not, he even loved it.

And Draco, for the first time in the longest time actually found himself smiling unknowingly and he just knew it then that maybe it was time to move on. For the first time he felt happy and he knew he would be fine, as long as he knew Harry was there. Infact he knew with Harry would be more than fine because maybe Harry induced the kitten effect on him, and he thought it was adorable.

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The Butterfly Effect -

- Part 3 

“ I beg you, please- please take it away “ He plead with his hands joint to the guard who stood a few miles away talking to someone he knew he loathed with every little atom of his body. The guard and the man looked at him vaguely before they resumed talking and he begged and he begged and he begged again but none of them showed him any mercy as if he was nothing but an abandoned toy to them. He cried and he weeped and he whimpered until his voice went mute and he fell over the ground another day he had lost count of, his body writhing and shaking in fits before he was driven into unconsciousness and insanity. 

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“ I need to get that register “ Harry bellowed at hermione. 

“ I’m doing the most I can, we barely made it out last time- you have to be patient “ Hermione snapped back.

Harry sighed defeated and sat down over the couch in her living room “It’s very important”

“ I know- but you have to be patient. I’m doing the most I can and above everything else if it is what you think it is then we’re going to have to do it more secretly ” Hermione explained to him walking into the living room with a hot cup of cocoa for Harry and one for her own.

“ We don’t have that much time ” harry told her.

“ Yes we do- just hold on “ Hermione told him.

Harry looked at her for a few moment before he nodded it off. 

“ What do you think otherwise John was doing there ?” Hermione asked suddenly. 

Harry shrugged “ I can’t be sure “ 

Hermione shook her head “ Where have you reached anyways, any lead ?” 

Harry placed the cup of cocoa on the table then said “ That’s the problem, I don’t have a lead, I haven’t reached anywhere. All this time I’ve just been reading the investigation reports, statements and watching and listening to the tapes “ 

“ Anything that you think is odd ?” Hermione asked again 

Harry shook his head “ My intuition says there is something wrong because few conversations just end abruptly but the rest, all of it just points that Draco is convincingly the murderer- except this statement by victim’s old friend but his entire name wasn’t mentioned “ he told her. 

Hermione shook her head understandably “ Why don’t you reach out to Draco’s friends? They might know something, don’t you think- you said he used to be a gardener and Malfoy’s have had some pretty old relations with pureblood families, there must be someone who could help you“ 

Harry looked at her in surprise, almost disappointed how it didn’t come into his mind but Hermione have always beeb better at thinking quick than him “ I know- the Zabini’s left the country ages ago- suspect they’re in the US- I highly doubt Malfoy’s kept any relations with the Goyle’s and Crabbe’s- That leaves us with Parkinson-” 

“ Parkinson “ They said simultaneously 

“ I haven’t seen Pansy in years- I don’t even know if she even lives in the country anymore “ Harry pointed 

Hermione thought for a moment then as if something struck her, she got up on her feet and walked into some other room while Harry waited knowing this meant she was looking some sort of her book but this time she returned back with a small card, what seemed like a business card. 

“ Someone gave me this ages ago- Boyce Parkinson but I don’t know if its the same family. For all we know nobody knows if she even had a brother but I think its worth a try “ Hermione gave it to him. 

Harry took the card and read it “ That’s not so far “ he pointed “but what if its not who we think he is ?” 

“ Then we will find Pansy” Hermione answered 

“ Do you think she would even want to help us ?”Harry worriedly asked. Hermione didn’t say anything, there was nothing that could have been said. The game they were playing was a tricky game, a game based on chance and if luck was with them then they would find her and will have something to lead with but if not then this case would get longer than Harry had thought of. 

At night when Harry had decided to leave the company of Ron and Hermione and finally go back to his place, to Ginny, Ron interrupted him while Hermione got busy in the kitchen. 

“ You think you’re going to be able to finish the case before the wedding since you’re obviously going to take a leave ?” 

“ I-I really don’t know. I’ve had the case for almost a week and tomorrow’s a weekend, I can only hope “ Harry shrugged 

“ Look- even if you think its going to take longer- just try to finish it sooner “ Ron adviced and Harry nodded and was again going to walk out of their place when Ron stopped him another time. 

“ Hey- I heard you are looking for a way to trespass through Azkaban, I know someone who can help you- but he’s out of town recently “ Ron said. Harry looked behind him, Hermione finishing up filling her jar of water. 

“ I’m listening “ 

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“ Remember don’t sound suspicious “ Hermione warned him again. Harry nodded despite that he wanted to roll his eyes, he didn’t, clinging his jacket tighter to his body he crossed the road watching Hermione leave after a few minutes. 

Harry breathed deeply before he face planted a smile and walked into the bakery, his hands in his pockets for a casual look and nodding his head along the way at people he didn’t even know.

” welcome-how can I serve you today ?“ The man behind the counter who looked almost around Harry’s age, maybe even an year or two younger.

” why don’t you get me one of your choice- surprise me “ Harry smiled.

The man smiled then nodded ” we don’t usually get these but I’ll get you one of my absolute favourite- and just a secret I add whenever I take one for myself “

” good weekend ?“ Harry asked and the man nodded, grinning.

” So should I Also it’s your bakery then ?“ Harry asked trying to sound as casual as possible, looking around the bakery, it was actually a pretty interesting place to be in.

” I’m not supposed to tell this but yeah- I serve only the morning hours on Monday “ He replied.

” you must be Boyce then ?“ Harry asked then showed him the card he bought with himself.

” I- we stopped using business cards a long time ago “ he suspiciously said cutting a piece of brown looking pastry into smaller pieces.

” oh- that’s just my friend found it in her old stock- she’s moving so and she found your business card and she kept going on and on about how good this place is, so I thought to myself why not try it myself “ Harry added hand movements for gesture to not seem like a random stranger. He didn’t understand however why was it so hard to pretend to be normal.

” Must’ve been some customer then- I am Boyce and you are?“ He asked

Harry smiled then wondered for a moment whether he should tell his name or not, then went with the later ” Ron “

The man nodded and handed Harry his pastries, taking the money from Harry.

” say- Boyce- do you believe magic exists ?“ Harry asked finally.

Boyce frowned ” that’s an odd question to ask- love can be magical if that’s what you mean “

” No I mean- magic magic, like actual wand sort of magic ?“ Harry asked again.

Boyce stared at Harry in confusion, then stepped back ” I don’t know what you mean “ and unfortunately Harry had to go back.

Day 1 of finding Pansy Parkinson- progress = 0.

He dropped the Pastries at home, leaving a note for Ginny ” for you “ and going back to work again and telling Hermione all about what happened.

Meanwhile Ron’s work of trying to help Harry infiltrate through Azkaban was running low.

And he was again left with nothing but reading the statement and watching the video tapes again.

Until it hit him. Relations. His blood relations. Draco had to have been touch with his family members, it can’t be possible otherwise and it was highly suspicious how neither of the parents statements were there in the tapes, nor was it mentioned in the files.

” I need files on Lucius Malfoy “ Harry asked the librarian. She looked at him in a suspicious way but decided not to put up a fight and gave him the the aisle number to access the file. Harry looked for file after file, in the entire L section but apparently there existed too many Lucius. After spending too much time that his hands got entirely covered in dust when he finally found Lucius’s file.

Name : Lucius Malfoy

Date of birth : 2 March 1954

Sex : Male

Blood status : Pure blood

Blood line : Malfoy

Date of imprisonment : 4 June 1998

Cause of imprisonment : Accused of murder during Wizarding War 2, Known death eater, Served the Dark lord and involved in various malicious activities including trespassing of information through the ministry. 

Note added: 

Found dead in the cell of Azkaban 

Cause of Death : Probable forced starvation

Date of death : 3 November 2001 

Any further inquiries or ongoing cases on the respective prisoner are hereby dismissed. 

Case 23TH49 - CLOSED 

Harry sighed disappointed as he read through his details and figured the reason why Lucius’s statements were not involved in Draco’s file yet he still had Narcissa to go to, only he knew he was a dead start since he hadn’t seen her since the final graduation day that too for not more than a glimpse. He flipped the pages through the file, reading the headlines of any inquiries that ever even started or Lucius defense statements in itself which frankly to Harry seemed like a child had wrote it. He was briefly reading through statements unless something felt worth reading until he stopped at a single page, 

“How long did you serve the Dark lord for ?” 

“During the first war and the later half of the second war “ 

“ So you would say you were not a servant of the dark lord during that period- am i correct ?” a nod “ Then you had the choice to inform to the ministry or do benefit to release information about the dark lord but you did not- was it perhaps for your own benefit ?” 

“ I attained no benefit in seeking the ministry- that place is filled with cockroach like servants like you who would stick up one’s *** for promotion “ 

“ If I were you- I’d mind my language Mr. Malfoy “ 

A break was added before the encounter began again. 

“ So you faithfully were still serving the Dark lord, even though during the First war you stated that you were under imprerius curse ?” 

Lucius Malfoy chose not to say anything. 

“ How do you think this effected your relationship with your son- Draco is it- Draco malfoy? You grew him in the light of worshiping the Dark lord ?” 

“ He served what he felt was right- he lived an absolutely perfect childhood-” 

“ And how exactly do you define normal ?” 

“ Normal like everyone else’s- “ 

“ So you mean a place where he had a nice christmas, one where the dinner table always held beautiful cherishing and absolutely informative conversations ?” 

Lucius didn’t reply. 

“ Your son says otherwise- He mentions that you had managed to wreck his childhood and inflicted trauma on him especially during the vital teenage years because he was forced to become a death eater “ 

“ It was his decision- He wanted to serve the Dark lord- It was his fate- It was meant to be” 

“ A fate that you decided for him “ 

Lucius had angrily stared at the investigator, thoroughly offended as if he couldn’t believe it but his later behaviour while left alone in the cell indicated he was mad at himself. 

“ You tricked your son with what? I imagine some expensive gift might not have worked on him- significantly because you forced him to grow up that those things didn’t appeal him- so what did you bribe him with?  A freedom perhaps that you couldn’t provide him? Or you didn’t bribe him at all, instead tortured him ?” 

Lucius remained silent again. 

The investigation ended and after that the case was closed once Lucius got admitted into the hospital due to starvation and remained in the ward for a long time and upon his return no investigations were further made and sooner he was found dead. 

The case ended with a bunch of loophole and even less of any evidence that Lucius has infact forced Draco to take the mark which would have inevitably worked well towards his defense but Lucius was dead and there was no coming back from the dead. 

And Harry was back where he started, with nothing. 

“ I need files on Narcissa Malfoy “ Harry asked the librarian again. She groaned at him then looked through her files. 

“ There are no investigation files- only general file- N154″ 

Harry frowned then walked through alleys until he reached the alley and with much difficulty found the file and he took the only file he found on her back to his office. 

Name: Narcissa Malfoy

Date of birth: 7 January 1956

Sex : Female 

Blood status : Pure Blood 

Blood line : Black 

Accused charges : Serving the Dark Lord, known Death eater, Trespassing

The following wasn’t imprisoned yet case held in Wizegamont found guilty and put under Probation for 1 year. 

Harry turned anymore pages to see if there was anything more to her file but except the court hearings and a few of her pictures, there was nothing which he found surprising because despite not just being guilty, there were no conclusive statement of how her probation even ended, if it did even or did she like Lucius die before time? 

Harry threw his head back the chair staring up at the ceiling of his office covered in old looking wallpaper of Palm leaves. 

Narcissa Malfoy could not have been dead, or could she ? There was only one way to find out. 

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The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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prompt: panick attack!Draco and harry to the rescue

Circles

Harry hurriedly cut the phone call he was on, stuffing his phone back in his pocket and fetching his keys, cursing at the quarters that fell out when he took out the keys.

He kicked open the door with a light kick because of his hands full and walked into towards the living room and dropping all his files and bag over the piled-up things already there on the table and thereafter finally decided to go into the bedroom only he hadn't expected to walk into what he actually walked into. He walked rapidly towards the bed and hugged the shaking man.

" shush- Draco- love, I'm here- I'm here now " Harry rubbed his back while Draco still kept shaking under his hold.

Harry kissed the top of his head as he heard his whimpers and reassured Draco over and over again that he was finally here and everything is alright. This was his 5th panic attack after Harry had returned from St. Mungo's after a month of being in the facility due to the coma he was in. It was understandable how Draco was scared each time Harry would leave and sometimes without telling him so Draco wouldn't worry but it pained Harry each time he walked into a shaking Draco. He wasn't always like this, nor did he ever have frequent attacks but ever since the last case Harry did and almost died at the scene if it wasn't for the rest of the team and his remote chances of surviving back then had taken a toll on Draco. He was told too many times that Harry's chances of waking up from the coma were very slim and his injuries were rather deadly but it only hit Draco more during the time Harry was having fits while waking up from it and Draco assumed that he was never going to see him again and that was the first attack. Ever since Harry had returned Draco had been so much better but with quitting his job and giving out new applications, Harry had to leave Draco alone sometimes, and someday's Draco goes absolutely fine without it but someday's like today Draco winds himself up in too many worries and the deadliest possibilities that he ends up having another attack and while normally Harry always comes just in time and reassures him, Harry still remains afraid and worried of Draco a lot. He worries a lot if this was what the rest of the coming years would look like.

" Draco" Harry calls him, cupping his face to force him to look at Harry " babe, listen- look at me- I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere, alright" harry reassures. Draco tries to nod but he could still feel himself constricting too much.

" Look at me- just keep looking at me- I'm here and I'm never leaving you alright- ever, okay- Can you count for me, just till 5, can you do that ?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded and stuttered out the numbers yet Harry knew it didn't help.

" Love- okay Tell me your favorite colour" Harry asks again

" Emerald " Draco replied, his voice soothing by just a fraction.

" And where do you see them the most ?" Harry asks, his hands moving into intertwine with that of Draco to affirm him of a comforting physical touch.

" Your eyes" Draco replied. Harry felt it in his hands when Draco's shaking lessened little by little.

" You like my eyes ?" Harry asked

Draco nodded and Harry smiled " I love your eyes too- You know the clouds outside reminded me of your eyes today, then I thought about you and then I thought about how much I love you- do you know how much I love you? More stars love the moon, or the sun does the moon or more than infinity- I love you so much- much more than anything in the world, more than anything in the universe "

Draco tried to smile and Harry took it as a good sign and pressed his forehead against Draco's and with his intertwined fingers, he drew circles on his thighs to distract him.

" You like circles- right ?"

Harry could feel him nod.

" Draw circles with me," Harry asked, and then Draco too with his intertwined hands drew circles over his own thighs. A moment or two later, Harry's eyes danced over his exposed wrist and he pulled his sleeve getting an idea and exposed the tattoo he got of Draco's Patronus, a doe and with Draco's fingers and traced it and found instantly how his breathing turned normal moment by moment as they kept tracing the tattoo on his wrist and eventually with Harry's added assurances Draco's faltered breathing came to normal and Harry kissed his cheek when it did so.

" How do you feel now?"

"Better" Draco nodded but neither of them moved away, their foreheads still pressed together and hands still tracing over Harry's tattoo.

" I really love you Draco" Harry assured him once again.

" I know" Draco's voice broke as he said so and Harry immediately created space to look at Draco.

"I'm never leaving you alone" Harry confirmed

"I want you to- I can't spend the rest of my life having attacks every time you go out- I don't want you to be worried every single time you walk into the bedroom and find me like this- I wish you would stop worrying about me" Harry could see it in his face how hurt Draco was and it pained him to see Draco like this and he just wishes he could take his pain but he didn't know-how.

" But I worry about you, just like you do for me" Harry assured

"But you don't end up like me- I want to be fine-"

" You are fine, love, you are. You almost lost me and I would never know how it feels, okay- It's okay what you feel and how you feel and there's nothing wrong- stop worrying about how unnecessary you feel or how stupid it seems to you- If I had almost lost you- I can't even think of anything after that- I would've never been able to survive, but you did- You are so strong Draco- even when you think you're not, You are. You are strong, beautiful, and gorgeous and the fact that I put you through this hurts me so much but I can't take it back, I wish I could but I can't and I wish I could just do something to make it all go away but I can't except I can promise you that I will always love you, even in the afterlife " Harry painfully told him and it was true, Harry could never survive in a world without Draco, to even think of a life without Draco scared let alone see he almost dying, Harry would've lost his sanity but he knew it that there was nowhere he would ever rather be but with Draco.

Draco couldn't say anything even if he wanted to, he could have said so many things but nothing even made sense nor did he even know what to say except that he knew he was the luckiest man alive.

" I love you Harry- don't ever leave me" Draco pleaded.

Harry smiled at him and promised him " Never" and even if he worried someday's about Draco, he kept his promise.

This request is so old that I had even forgotten this existed. Nevertheless I hope you liked it 

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For the prints could you write something with Drarry going on a picnic in a park?

Thank you for the prompt, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Warnings: tickling

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The Apparition is smooth, and Draco lands clean on his feet. Harry, as always, falls flat on his arse. Draco tries to stifle his laugh as he helps Harry up, but Harry still directs a glare his way.

“I’m glad I brought the food,” Draco says, watching intently as Harry dusts off his jeans and tries to fix his hair. Tries being the operative word.

Harry’s glare turns into a scowl. “Yes yes, I’m hopeless at Apparating. Just remember that I put this together for you.”

“And for that I am very thankful,” Draco says, bumping his shoulder against Harry’s. “Come on, let’s find a spot.”

Harry sets off in front of Draco--likely pretending to be annoyed a little longer--and Draco hurriedly follows after him, the basket of food and drink knocking into his thigh.

Draco had always thought that picnics were for girls. That they belonged in his mother’s romance novels and not anywhere in his life. The first time Harry had packed a lunch and dragged Draco to the park, Draco had been grumpy and very skeptical. Now, they do this nearly every week.

Catching up to Harry, he threads his free hand into Harry’s and squeezes. “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry looks at him, a soft smile tugging at his lips. He nods, squeezing Draco’s hand back. “What about under that tree?”

Draco follows the direction Harry juts his chin in, and agrees. A massive tree stretches out over a field of wildflowers, covering the grass with splashes of pink, purple, and yellow. “Perfect.”

Harry tugs on Draco’s hand and drags him to the tree. Harry unfolds the blanket, and Draco places the basket down on top of it. The sun filters through the leaves above, casting beautiful shadows onto the blanket. Draco watches as Harry gets into a comfortable position, and then he lies down on top of him.

Harry laughs and shakes his head, the movement ruffling Draco’s hair. He tuts at Harry, but doesn’t complain when Harry threads his fingers into his hair.

“Look at that cloud Draco,” Harry murmurs into his ear. “It looks like a cat.”

Draco scoffs, opening his eyes and squinting past the sun. He tries to follow Harry’s gaze, but all he sees is clouds. “Nope. Not seeing it.”

Harry chuckles, his chest rising and falling underneath Draco. “I guess I just have superior vision then.”

Holding back a laugh, Draco turns around slightly to look at Harry. “And what about if I were to take those hideous glasses off your stupid, unattractive face?”

Harry makes a noise of protest and catches Draco’s arms, holding them firmly in place on the off chance Draco actually tried. “I don’t think so. Besides, you love my stupid, unattractive face.”

Draco huffs but doesn’t deny it. “You’re just a sore loser.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He shrugs. “Look! That one looks like you!”

Harry releases Draco’s arms in favour of running his fingertips up his sides, making goose bumps rise on Draco’s skin. “I’m sure it doesn’t.”

“No look! It has massive eyes, messy hair, and glasses! Plus, it looks like it’s angry.”

Harry’s fingers dig into Draco’s ribs, ripping an undignified shriek out of him. He tries to wrestle away, but Harry flips them over so Draco’s chest is pressed into the blanket and he has nowhere to go. Harry tickles him incessantly, unrelenting in his torture. Draco whips his head back and forth, wriggling around to try and dislodge Harry. Bloody bastard is too strong.

“Say it, Draco,” Harry murmurs, breath warm on the back of Draco’s neck.

Draco feels himself blushing, knowing exactly what Harry is asking. “Say what?”

Harry doesn’t give a verbal response, just picks his tickling back up.

Draco struggles to calm down, laughter wrecking his breathing, and Harry eventually stops. “Say it.”

Draco shakes his head, hiding his smirk in the blanket. They don’t always end up wrestling like idiots, but it's a common enough occurrence, and Harry only ever wants one thing to occur before stopping.

The first time it had happened, Draco had been insulting Harry’s reading habits. Apparently, he doesn’t only read Quidditch Weekly, but Draco still finds that hard to believe. He had been reduced to begging, his breath erratic and tears trailing down his face with laughter. Harry had forced him further though, and Draco had eventually caved. I’m sorry.

“Absolutely not Potter. Now get off me, you buffoon,” Draco snaps, knowing that his smile would be a dead give away if Harry could see it.

“Come on. Two words Malfoy, surely you can manage.” Harry presses Draco into the ground harder, before nuzzling into the nape of his neck. Sap.

Draco huffs out a breath. There’s nothing for it. Swallowing his (admittedly, small amount of) pride, Draco finally mumbles out: “I’m sorry.”

Harry laughs against his neck, but releases his grip slightly. Draco shivers when his fingertips trail gently up his sides again. “What was that? I didn’t quite hear it.”

Draco shakes his head before bucking Harry off him. He listens to him hit the ground, laughter immediately overtaking Harry too. “Consider yourself lucky I said it at all,” Draco says, rolling onto his back and combing his fingers through his hair. He reaches for the basket of food, pulling out an apple and biting into it. The crunch is loud in his ears, and sweet juice floods his mouth. Perfect.

He hears Harry release a content sigh, and turns to watch him reposition himself. With his arms tucked under his head and his eyes closed to the sun, he looks peaceful. Happy. Draco rolls onto his side, shamelessly watching Harry just exist.

“Thank you for taking me out, Harry,” Draco whispers, the words somehow still loud in the quiet of the park.

“Always, Draco.”

It’s a promise, and Harry always keeps his promises.

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Keep my heart

I wondered if I shouldve told you all thatI I couldn't, the words that were on my lips but never dared to leave. I wondered if you'd had stayed to hold my hand a little longer if I had told you that you feel like the sun to me, if I had told you that you feel like my favourite sweater I don't ever want to throw, if I had told you that you felt like that first snitch I caught pasted in my memories so vividly, if I had told you that you feel like the river I had never been to but always felt like home, if I had told you that you felt like the track I'd listen to without ever getting bored or the music that I'd always dance to even when my legs stop working, if I had told you that being with you felt like going to the end of the world just to breath because you helped me breath when the rest of the world wouldn't let me breath, if I had told you that being with you felt like floating in a galaxy full of stars that Only I had known, if I had told you that being with you felt like the simplest of Infinities come true. I wondered if you'd had stayed if I had told you that your silver eyes shone brighter than the moon in the dark night, I wondered if you'd had stayed if I had given you my heart and never asked for it back, I wonder if you'd had stayed if I told you that I want to grow old with you, that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, that I want to share all the rest of my dances with you, that you can have my heart and keep it with yours so we're together forever.

I wonder if you'd had stayed if I had stopped you. I wondered if you'd had stayed.

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The Butterfly effect 

- Part 4 

“ Boyce- Hi” Harry announced as he walked into the bakery the next time he paid him a visit. 

Boyce looked at Harry strangely as he should’ve, walking closer to the counter to get his order “You’re here again- What can I get you ?” 

Harry tried to dissolve the unknown tension with a smile and whatever absurd thing that came in his head “ I want to take something that’s soft but also something to take on a date type thing” 

The man looked at him weirdly and Harry was sure that by the looks of it he was going to hand him a random cake or muffin but for the progress to be made he knew he had to do what it takes. 

“ You didn’t answer my question the other day you know “ Harry said as he took out his wallet to pay for the thing he knew he wasn’t going to eat. 

“ What question ?” Boyce lied.

“ You know- If you believed magic was real or not ?” Harry smiled 

Boyce sighed “ Listen- are you writing a children’s book or what ?”

Harry immediately got confused and picked up the cup cakes he packed him “ why would I write a children book ?” 

“ Why would you ask a random person a random question ?” he questioned back.

Harry shook his head then without putting out a defense gave up and walked out of the bakery with a dissatisfied sigh and dropped the cupcakes back at his place for ginny. 

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“ Hermione- I really need the allowance” Harry snapped, once again, the 3rd time this week.  

“ And I’ve been consistently saying I’ve been trying to do my best- Merlin Harry you can be so impatient sometimes “ she snapped back. 

Harry collapsed back down on the chair, breathing rather raggedly “ It- its just I’m running out on time” 

“ How long do you have ?” Hermione countered 

“ I don’t exactly know but I’m taking a week off for wedding- so that leaves me with only 3 weeks” Harry answered. 

Hermione looked at her watch on the table knowing fully well their time together had ran out and she had another meeting to go to. She finally looked up at him “ I’ll try to get the allowance in two more days okay- can you do that ? In the meantime try thinking out of the box- from a different perspective” she suggested

“ I’ve already done that- several times but it leads nowhere except for why most of Draco’s statements end with L’appel du vide “ Harry sighed 

“ What does it mean?” 

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Harry hunched over the chair once again, his hands supporting his head as he read the highlighted words he made with a disappointed and dissatisfied expression. 

“ Why do you keep saying those words by the end ?” Harry whispered in the air. 

“ Need a break ?” he heard from the door and Harry looked up to find Ron standing at the doorway, his hands in his pocket. 

“ I don’t need a break- I need to break into Azkaban and get the visitors register- that’s what I need “ Harry sighed. Ron chuckled, shutting the door behind him with a kick of his leg and taking the chair before Harry’s desk. 

“ I know Hermione is working on the allowance- just trust her, you know how slow the ministry can be” Ron shrugged. Harry thought about it for a moment then nodded knowing exactly how ministry can be. 

“ Just talk to me about it- anything but the case “ Ron suggested 

Harry sighed again “ I haven’t done my wedding shopping yet- I know Ginny have but I’ve just been trying to complete cases after cases so I can take a couple of days off you know but it’s getting a little exhausting “ 

Ron nodded understandably then as if something struck his mind he said “ I’d do your clothing shopping “ 

“ What ?” 

“ Of course I can do that- I’ve done your shopping before and we’ve practically grown up together so I know what looks good on you and what doesn’t and what you like- I can help with that, How does that sound ?” Ron suggested 

Harry frowned impressively “ Really insensitive on my part for the wedding but it takes a load off me, so yeah that would just be fantastic “ 

“ Anytime mate, I’m here for you “ Ron smiled and Harry grinned back knowing he really had his back for everything. 

“ Apart from that everything is fine with you- right ?” Ron asked, concerned. 

Harry nodded his head “ Of course” 

“ So anything else I can help with- maybe a treacle tart, running lose in Azkaban, bombarding those cells, casting john on fire ?” 

Harry laughed “ Believe every single one of them is what I want to do but I can’t, apparently I need to think outside the box “ 

“ Outside the box? What do you mean ?” Ron asked 

“ Hermione is suggesting that I’m missing out on something but I’ve already read the files over 5 times, not just Draco’s but his fathers and even his mother but I’m really in a puzzle because Lucius is dead and Narcissa is nowhere to be found, at least according to me” Harry explained 

“ What about any family friends ?” Ron asked 

“ Been trying to track down Parkinson but I don’t even know if it’s the right Parkinson I’m even tracking” Harry told him 

Ron frowned “ Pansy did run out of sight “ Harry nodded, agreeing. 

“ What about the goyle or the Crabbe’s ?” 

“ Lost contact after the war” 

“ Zabini ?” 

“ Out of continent “

“ Theodore Nott ?” 

“ Out of- Wait, who ?” Harry confusedly asked 

“ Theodore Nott, the 4th member in their group, well not really-really but Theodore used to be Draco’s friend till 5th year- don’t you remember the Tall guy- black hair, used to wear really expensive shoes-Oh- Draco and him used to laugh a lot together- well insulted but still- why again are you trying to defend that douche ?” Ron questioned with a distasteful look 

“ It doesn’t matter why, I just think he’s innocent and incapable of committing a murder- but I don’t remember any Theodore “ Harry frowned 

Ron poked his chin thinking then something struck him again “They used to go to the library together- he was good at studies” 

“ Tall, black-haired you say?”

“ As I can recall “ Ron shrugged 

“ Guess, I’ll pay him a visit- where do I find him ?” 

“ London Real estate, last where I heard of him” 

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“ I don’t know why you had to bring me with you “ Ron grumbled by Harry’s side. 

“ I didn’t want to be embarrassed alone” Harry mumbled. 

“ Mr. Potter- He’s ready to see you “ His assistant smile and they gave her a firm smile and walked through the doors into the large maple wood loft-like room, which was just his meeting office.

” I know why you’re here, “ he said before Harry or Ron could’ve even said Hello, even though they had planned that they would but apparently easier said than done.

” I really need your help “ Harry sighed

” I haven’t been in the wizarding world for almost 7 years now- I know you got Draco’s case- trust me I have sources- but even if try to convince that he is a murderer- he’s innocent, he wouldn’t ever-“

” Exactly- I know he’s innocent “ Harry interjected

Theo frowned then pulled himself back into the chair. Ron and Harry finally sat down in the chair in front of his desk and leaned forward.

” I want enough proof to convince that Draco’s innocent-“

” But you’re running against him “ Theo interrupted

” it’s a long story- right now- all I need is everything that you can tell me about Draco’s childhood- his gardener if you remember?“

” bloomy Ben ?“

” the what Ben ?“

” The Bloomy Ben- that’s what Draco used to call him at least- he really looked upto him. He told me he was heartbroken the day he told him that Ben needed to move away for a while for his study-“

” what study ?“

” I really don’t know- Draco and I were never close friend’s alright, we just had crappy conversations Sometimes okay but I only know that Ben moved away for a while- it happened during the school break and by the time Draco even heard from him- he was already running his own botanist farm or something like that-“

” A botanist farm ?“ Ron interjected this time

” yeah- His botanist farm- he used to study- botany there- a lot of different cures for a lot of magic went wrong- and used to make potions out of his plants but that is the most I know- he used to stop talking about Ben after a while “ Theodore explained, ending with a shrug, expressing that he never understood why Draco did it.

” anything you can think of why he’d suddenly stop talking about him ?“ Harry asked

” I think because it hurt him talking about Ben- as I said he really looked up to him “ Theo shrugged.

Ron and Harry nodded after a while understandably.

” are you perhaps in touch with Narcissa ? Draco’s mom?“

Theo shook his head ” but I know Pansy is- they were really good friends and not just because of Draco “

” what do you mean?“ Harry asked again

” just- they had their own stuff- Narcissa never had a daughter so Pansy was almost like a daughter to her “

” are you in touch with Pansy ?“

” as I said- I’ve been out of wizarding World for almost 7 years- I have no relationship with anyone I used to have with “ Theodore disappointedly sighed.

Harry understandably looked at him then offered his thanks for helping him out with everything he could.

” Pansy would definitely know “ Ron said on his way back and Harry nodded muttering what Theo had said in the room.

” You wanna take a cake ?“ Ron suddenly asked

Harry followed his line of sight then immediately shook his head ” oh no- Boyce pretty much Hates me- He thinks I’m weird “

Ron shrugged ” Fair enough “ and they walked back to the office once again.

When Ron finally left to work on his own case, Harry put a pin on the pinboard.

” Draco Malfoy “

And the next pin he made on the board was “L'appel du vide ”

“ Ben ”

“anonymous statements ”

Lastly “ why did John visit ?”

This took me forever to write due to lack of motivation and I’m still so disappointed with the way the chapter even turned out. Anyways Thanks for cooperation with my busy schedule and less frequent updates.

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5,6,19 in one single fic of draco being in azkaban

The Butterfly Effect

It lacks my skill to make it into a one shot and I apologize for it. This will be continued in parts. 

Dialogue Prompts - 5 - “ Why are you doing that ?” “Doing what ?” “ Treating me like a person” //6. “Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture” // 19. “ I lo–” “ No, please.. Don’t say that. You love her/him, not me” 

Cold stirred inside the cell, a heavy cloud of mist settling in and the grey walls screeched as he scratched another day over the walls. Day 150. He dropped the stone over the ground making sure to make no noise but the rustling of the door awakened the beast and it crawled towards him. He shimmied back into the corner until no corner was left to fit into and he whimpered begging the mercy from the beast to let him go but what a deaf beast would know.

The beast took its bite, sucked his memory and left over the ground was a filled with tears Draco Malfoy waiting for the numbness to settle in. His life was becoming more meaningless than it ever had been, only now, he didn’t had anything more left to offer.

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To the guy at the cafe

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His life was as simple as they say that comes and goes with little to zero obstructions in life living in a closeted small muggle suburb in this all white and black apartment enjoying his life, partying with friends, having a secure job, family like friends and no money crisis until he had met him in the randomest of moments in a cute little cafe down the wilmont valley when having lost his way during one of the work meetings. It was a random subtle friday when he had stopped by to get a coffee and call someone from work to ask for directions when his eyes had laid upon the guy in the denim jacket behind the counter with a dimpled smile and circled glasses he never changed. He remembered how he had lied that day and the day after and the day after that because he loved to see him everyday with his new designs on his coffee mug and he lied about living not far, lied about having a cool job until the day he had came into the cafe and it was empty and Harry had said with his charming smile" i get free at 7, call me i'll come to your place so you don't have to come here every morning just because you want to see me. I want to see you as much as you want to see me, okay"

Draco had walked off grinning that day and then he realised , he never knew what love was, until he met him; Again and he never forgot what Love was anymore.

I can hardly believe I wrote something this cheesy

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No strings attached

"You asked me the other day whether i thought that I the concept of soulmates was just a concept of consolation for people who had bad love experiences and I didn't had an answer then but I do have one now. No I do not believe that the concept of soulmates is a matter of consolation because then perhaps a lot of people might have never met, like you and me. I think somewhere you think that the whole soulmate concept is stupid but I think otherwise. You see if we weren't destined then we would've never forgave each other but soulmates are platonic too. I think you and I are platonic soulmates with no strings attached who just enjoy being with each other and understand each other like no one else does but I can't help but wonder if you'd always see me like that. I see you, Harry, the way you are, the person you are and in whole who you are and wonder how can someone like you not believe in love when love is right here in front of you. Yes I love you harry and not platonically or pretend boyfriend kind of way. I know I wasn't supposed to fall for you but I have, and all I wonder is if you'd ever see me as more- "

Harry read it 4 more times before he put it away in his pocket with a heavy sigh escaping his lips.

" what are you doing here ?" Draco asked as he peered from the room door

" just searching for my watch, I left it last time " Harry replied with a fake smile in a haste clearly hiding the fact that he just found out Draco's secret confession letter.

Draco nodded leaving him alone and all Harry thought of as he left was that how much he could love Draco in the most simplest ways and with strings attached.

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Harry covered himself under the shade of the umbrella he bought and the sunlight hovering over the rest of his body. It was finally nice being at the beach to relax and to just be around nature. This was a much needed break from the over tiring work he had at the office, seeing files after files of immense amount of cases he had lost count of and everyone still fanning over him as soon as he’d walk in. It was just him, the beach, the sun, the soft music, nice wind, and natural sound of the trees wailing and the seals making noises far off in distance. He had laid his head back and closed his eyes after reading the magazine and had gotten only 5 minutes of relaxation when he heard the water whip harshly with something. He groaned to himself and raised his head, pushing his shades at the bridge of the nose and watched as his menace of a boyfriend walked towards Harry, embarrassed. 

Harry raised his eyebrows just as he stood by his bench. 

“ In case you didn’t know the water was awfully salty and definitely not tasty” 

Harry shook his head and laid his head back against his bench again smiling to himself “Menace” 

“ In my defense the fish was very very beautiful” Draco rolled his eye and collapsed on top of Harry. 

Harry let out a small laugh wrapping his arms around Draco’s torso instantly “ of course it was ”

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Picture in the Wallet

Request by @flakeyakey : Draco being obsessed with kittens

Everyone knew, to say Draco wasn't as subtle as he pretended himself to be. Underneath all the layers of his leather jacket and floral shirts and the rugged jeans he wore so often along with the tattoos scarred over his body and the mean boy earring hooked on single ear, he was a softie. He was as soft as the pashmina shawl and despite his attempts to convince others he wasn't soft, he failed repeatedly. It was like he'd walk around the halls, the street's, literally anywhere with his chin held high and the hair that didn't move even a little bit from the Initial position but when left alone he was just another boy who liked fuzzy socks and soft pink sweaters he bought online and a good hot cup of cocoa in his bear shaped mug he hid from everybody but literally everyone knew. One look at the kittens and he'd melt like a chocolate in the microwave.

It happened really early on during Harry's date with Draco when he discovered that Draco was terrible at trying to control himself from being around kittens when they had got a weekend off and went to the beach. If Harry vividly remembers, he went down to the truck to get the left over basket and upon walking nearer to the place he saw Draco cuddling and rubbing the back of the kittens ear he found around the bushes in the back but when Harry had finally arrived near him, Draco had refused of having even seen any kitten. Harry had let it be assuming that it was perhaps just because they had Just started going out.

The second time Harry secretly noticed Draco being lovable with kittens was when they had decided to set up a late evening date at the park. Apparently due to halloween the work load in the office had been too much that they had barely been able to see each other and so they had decided a little outdoorsy date for a while which however Harry still came by late but he didn't regret it when he saw Draco playing with the kitten behind the tree and laughing and giggling. Harry had stood away for a while just watching Draco for a few more moments locking it away how his face just lit up when he was around kittens. Harry assumed that I might be possible that Draco like dogs or puppies too but his questions were answered that he wasn't as fond of the dogs as much as he was with kittens, Harry could work with that. However Draco still refused of being around any animals.

The third, forth and the fifth time Harry noticed was when he deliberately ran by late to the morning run. After having discovered that Draco liked being around kittens, Harry would try to find any opportunity to see him with kittens as much as possible but it seemed as if that to Draco his love for kittens wasn't supposed to shared with or told, like a secret love only the kittens and him knew and Harry admired that but he wished that sometimes Draco would stop pretending to be such a toughie or to pretend to be strong all the time but no matter how many times Harry pointed at a kitten while on their runs or their dates or anywhere else, Draco would just shrug as if he didn't want anything to do with them. Harry waited for him to tell one day but an year went by and Draco still didn't tell Harry about his Love for kittens. Now, Harry was a patient man and a caring man but he'd do anything to see the smile on Draco's face he saw secretly when he was the kittens, so, on the date after they had celebrated their one year anniversary a week ago, he surprised him.

" where are we going ?" Draco asked Linking his arms with those of Harry's and shoving them in his pocket.

" you'll see " Harry smiled.

They took a few more turns and walked a couple more blocks when Harry finally spoke up.

" remember how I told you I had a post anniversary gift for you ?" Harry asked.

Draco nodded " I told you that you didn't had to get me anything though"

" I want to- anyways- I know that it is secret between you and youself but I always see you around them and I couldn't help it so-"

" animal shelter ?" Draco asked as he looked up at the sign.

Harry nodded " Don't be mad at me alright- my friend donates here and he told me about this place and if it feels like I'm invading your privacy I'm sorry but I just want you to have fun and not trying to conceal yourself " Harry spoke softly.

" I don't conceal myself " Draco shrugged even though he knew he was lying.

Harry smiled at him then linked their fingers and Walked inside the place.

" You must be Wally- I'm Harry, we talked over the phone " Harry said to the guy standing near the entrance.

" oh of course- I can't thank you enough for-"

" don't mind- we're just here to be with them"

Wally nodded grinning " right this way " and led them to the back.

" Are you mad ?" Harry asked as he turned his head toward Draco.

Draco shook his head but Harry knew he was upset that he found out.

When they finally it out in the back Wally had already managed to release a few kittens and puppies in the back running around behind each other and Harry didn't fail to capture Draco's lips curving a little when he saw those animal's.

" it's for you- you can stay here as Long as you want" Harry smiled.

" Harry-"

" it's my gift" Harry nodded. Wally left them alone.

Draco turned to the animals then to Harry " you know I'm not happy you figured this out"

" well you won't be happy to know that Basically everyone knows you're a softie" Harry chuckled watching as Draco kneeled down and picked one of the nearest kitten and rubbing it's nose lightly chuckling at the kitten.

" Well- if everyone knows I can't help it- awh- look at you" Draco swooned and this time he sat down cross legged over the ground cuddling another kitten in his arms and kissing the top of its head.

Harry watched as Draco cooed and cuddled with as many kittens as possible and he had to say he had never seen Draco more happy, more alive. Harry had always known that behind the facade that Draco had managed to put up every day without a single fault, he knew there was a part of him that yearned for more but as Harry sat there with puppies in his own hands and watching Draco with kittens, he realised this was probably one of his favourite memories from every moment they spent together. They had amazing moments, not deal broken but this right here watching him completely lose himself with the kittens and laughing in his own self, kissing the kittens and scolding them even and then taking in his arms and apologizing to it, Harry had never felt himself falling more in love with this man than right now. He clicked a picture of Draco with the Polaroid he carried when he wasn't watching and safely kept it inside his wallet knowing whenever he'd go from now, he'd be with him and that worked pretty well for Harry even though it was this moment that he knew he probably never even wanted to walk away from him, ever but even if someday they did separate, Draco would still be there, in a picture in his wallet.

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The Decoration Disaster

Prompt Day 1- Holiday Decorating 

Harry peeked at the list once again and sighed in satisfaction upon realizing there’s only one thing left to buy and so without delay he entered the last shop. 

“ Christmas shopping huh ?” The shopkeeper smiled at him when he was billing his item. 

Harry nodded smiling knowing the man saw his other bags “ You know how it can be” 

“ Tell me all about it kid, been doing it for 30 years ” He chuckled and handed him his items and Harry left the store after wishing him a good day and a good christmas. 

He walked back down the streets, nowhere else to go but home. Christmas was probably the one time of the year Harry seemed to enjoy the most now despite of how much he didn’t enjoy it when he was a kid. In his life he had no complaints anymore, infact he have never lived a more merry life, especially now that he was finally settled in a good stable relationship and was infact their first christmas since they moved in together. As they all say when you meet the one, or when you fall in love, everyday seems like another day worth waking upto, he definitely took it seriously. But honestly after everything that Harry had been through he belives he deserved it now more than ever and he was more than Happy to share this holiday time with the man he loves too much. Sounds cliche, I know.

Harry entered his loft aka apartment, and settled the bags down over the kitchen isle and just then the door opened and the love of his life walked in.

" got the tree ?" Harry asked pacing towards him.

" of course" Draco smiled and he pulled Harry closer to himself making Harry circle his arms around his neck, tipping over his toes a little and placing a soft kiss on his nose.

" I missed you today " Harry smiled bumping his nose side by side with Draco as if he was a baby.

" I was only gone for a few hours, so were you. Geez if you can't survive a few hours without me then you'll die the moment I leave you " Draco teased.

" Well you can't leave anymore, because- you're mine " Harry replies placing a kiss over his lips for a short second " and if you'll leave I'll probably die so you know I'd only have to survive a second without you, I can handle that "

" Are you sure ?" Draco teased again.

Harry smiled then kissed him again, properly this time " No " he mumbled and resumed kissing him again.

They Only broke out of their session of making out against the door when the bag of bells and licorice dropped from Draco's hands to the side creating the sonorous sound.

" wow- you really went on it " Draco whispered against his lips.

" well I was giving you an example of what you'd miss if you leave me- so now you can't leave me- ever " Harry replied titling his head and grinning then stepped away and collected the bag from the ground, Draco joining along.

They walked into the kitchen and dropped the bags Draco bought over the counter and started looking briefly through things to make sure nothing was forgotten.

Just as Draco noticed Harry was about to speak up, he spoke up himself " the tree will be delivered, don't worry about it"

Harry shut his lips then smiled " I knew I chose the right man " Draco chuckled over it.

They spent the rest of the hour unpacking the bags and segregating the thing's they had to decorate the house with and the one's to decorate the tree with. After having done the final segregation Harry left to decided to get his toolbox and get started with the decorations.

Apparently decoration wasn't as much of a piece of a cake they assumed it to be because Draco liked all the wreaths to go on one wall but Harry liked one on each wall and since Harry was up on the ladder he could barely keep in mind the aligning of the tinsels they were trying to put in a shape of Christmas tree of and despite the fact that to Draco it seemed fine when Harry got off the ladder, they weren't.

" you said you were looking " Harry sighed

" I was " Draco whined " but your body was blocking half of it- and you know I can't resist looking at your body- so technically it's your fault " he shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

" oh put down that chocolate- it's already your fifth one " Harry scrunched his face snatching the box of chocolates away from Draco's hands and tossing them over the kitchen isle.

" again your fault- you bought them " Draco shrugged taking another bite from his chocolate.

Harry could had so easily been mad at him for being distracted instead of helping him out but with a face like Draco and him eating chocolate, the combination of getting mad didn't go so well and instead he started laughing and wrapped his arms around Draco from behind, keeping his chin over Draco's shoulder and kissing the side of his neck. Draco too covered Harry's hands with his own, interlocking their finger's.

" what do you say we don't change this decoration and let it be imperfect?" Harry suggested.

Draco frowned, impressed " I'd say I like that very much- It'll be like our improvised shit Christmas decorations "

Harry laughed " it would be- besides I like it the imperfect way- what matters is that we did it together- well you more than me, you just stood here eating chocolate " he strolled

" hey" Draco sang " I did help you- I didn't try to tackle you down the stairs despite my very very high desires to have you in your grey sweats "

Harry shook his head blushing. Draco still had that affect on him, even after two years but then it wasn't something he ever really complained about, he rather enjoyed it, especially when Draco him blush.

" Can you do the fire place for me ?" Harry asked unwrapping his arms from around Draco's.

" me ? Seriously- I'm not good at it " Draco complained.

" perfect then- we're going the bad way so It works perfectly well " Harry shrugged and 20 minutes later when he came back to check the fire place decoration he knew he was right to think that Draco had a talent of making anything look beautiful.

" thought you'd do it the bad way " Harry teased taking one chocolate out of the box and eating it.

" I did it the bad way first but then if someone comes over and asks who did the bad decorations it'll be easier to blame you- so- you're going down Harry Potter " Draco ended the sentence with a heavy challenging voice which only made Harry laugh harder than he thought possible.

" Baby trust me- that voice sounded like a 5 year old tried to do the monster voice " Harry said between laughs.

Draco rolled his eyes " one day you're gonna regret making fun of that voice- be ready to be scared one of these nights "

" then I'll be sure to sleep with my safety pillow" he still didn't stop laughing and at some point even though Draco tried to be mad he couldn't be so he ended up laughing at himself. But that was them, in their imperfect love bubble and it wasn't so bad after all.

At the end of the day when they had finished decorating the House with lights, garlands and few more tensils they had managed to make their apartment look perfect in their own way which they stored away in a small Polaroid and set it over the fire place.

The apartment had seen many holidays but this, it was the best Holidays that ever happened because after all Christmas isn't about the perfect tree or the perfect decorations or the perfect parties, sometimes it's just about having a few people over and making the best of Memories to carry on in the future.

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Day 2 - Man in the Sketch

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Today marks the first day of the HP de-stress December i’ve decided to do. I’ll try to be as regular as possible even if I have to push things aside. I know how things had been lately ( busy ) but because I'm back to feeling slightly motivated. So Here’s to a christmasy December and Great holiday season.

Man in the sketch

Day 2- Butterbeer for @hpdestress December fluff fest

Typical December.

The snowfall outside took on slight of a rage before anyone could have even thought of an aid making them drench in mist and snowfall covering their eyelashes but Harry had been cleverer than the rest and saw it coming. It was typical of December especially around the holiday time to take such a turn but It didn't stop him from spending his afternoon in the Mama bouchè cafe at diagon alley.

" Its snowing pretty strong outside" Merwin, the waiter who was cleaning the table next to Harry said.

" same thing, another year" Harry chuckled.

Merwin nodded knowing he was right " How's the Sketches coming along ?"

Harry titled his head towards him " Honestly I got fed up of doing at home so I'm going to draw here today- sort of typical Before Christmas December here I guess-"

" or you can always draw me " Merwin posed with his right leg behind the left leg and leaning over the table.

Harry softly laughed then shook his head " As good of a poser you are I still have some incomplete works to do"

" Then I'll go back to my boring job" Merwin distastefully nodded then bid his byes.

Harry had known Merwin for long enough now to know that he apparently didn't like his job that much but the money here helped him pay his rent and his college fees which worked hand in hand. And despite that Harry would suggest him to leave often, he would only end the statement with " to get something , you gotta lose something. In this case, I lose my beautiful charm ". Merwin was an absolutely amazing guy but so out of reach for Harry and not because he couldn't date him or had anything wrong but Merwin was a couple years younger than Harry and that made them see each other more as brother-friend's than someone you'd date.

Harry took out from his bags the folders and files and lastly his case of brushes, pens and pencil and began working on his incomplete works. As something once his healer adviced him, to distract himself with something new once, he took it seriously and eventually created more than just a simple hobby for art. Now he drew almost every hour of his day he wasn't working, even on the trains he used to travel. To his friends it seemed a bit frustrating because he spent more time with his Sketchbook than them but at the end of the day, Art made Harry happy no matter how or why, it just did and he was glad that he had at least one thing nobody could take from him.

Halfway through the drawings he was doing, he had craned his neck to straighten his posture up when he looked around the cafe and noticed the guy on the other side of the table, his back facing Harry but there was something about the elegant way he was sitting that he reminded Harry of someone very vividly. The straight posture, elbows over the table and one leg crossed over another reminded him of Someone so strongly yet he couldn't pin who. Before he even knew he was abandoning his works and started a new drawing, of the guy sitting across tables.

Harry's hand worked faster by each second and his finger's running on mile high. His eyes moved from the man to his sketch book too fast that it seemed like he was only catching glimpses until the moment the man's head turned a little and Harry was able to notice the sweet, perfect shape of his nose, the pointed nose and the shape of his lips, very blurred but a peek was enough for Harry that he might be the most handsome man he had ever laid his eyes upon. He stared at him for a little too long and then longer than that, finding himself lost until the man turned again and Harry went back to his Sketchbook and erased the side of the head and started drawing the shape of his nose and small portion of lips he caught his eyes on. He worked very carefully on the miniscule details when suddenly he realised he needed to look again to just notice something but when he raised his head, he was gone.

" This is from the guy you were drawing" Merwin said with a smile and kept the mug of Butterbeer in front of Harry.

" who ?"

" him "Merwin pointed Harry's drawing.

Harry looked at the empty chair again and then sighed, he'd probably never see him again.

" did he say anything else ?" Harry asked

Merwin shrugged " I don't think so, just told me to give you a Butterbeer"

" Do you at least know his name ?" Harry asked

Merwin shook his head, apologising right after.

Harry shook his head too, giving him a smile.

Over the next few days as Harry visited the cafe often, stopped by to ask of that guy, even sat for long hours in hopes to see him again but it didn't happen. All his attempts unfortunately were failing and he couldn't do anything about it until the day when Harry was alone in the cafe and Merwin had taken a loo break when the door chimed and Harry instantly looked up. The man's head was covered in a scarf and hat but he knew it was him, he knew he was the man from the Sketches.

Harry had stared at him as he came and sat down, his back facing him and taking off his hat and the scarf. Harry could swore it was him but he will couldn't see him.

Just one look, one look is all he was asking for.

But as this day Harry started working on the eyes he saw as the man had walked into the cafe he felt the chair on his side being pulled and someone settling down.

" Butterbeer ?" The man smiled.

Harry smiled back " I knew it was you"

" of course it was me" He laughed lightly

" it's always you " Harry mumbled smiling.

" it's always me " he repeated.

" so Butterbeer ?"

" Sure " Harry smiled.

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Day 5- Holiday shopping (late edition) - @hpdestress

“ How about this ?” Harry asked taking the ornament in his hand and showing it to Draco. 

He turned his attention to Harry then shook his head “ Too much for someone like Owen- go for something plain ” 

Harry nodded and kept the ornament back on the shelf moving forward to the next shelf, a basket of gifts in his hand. 

“ How about a brochè for Martha ?” Draco asked from behind him. 

Harry turned immediately at his voice taking the brochè in his hand then looking at all its side “ Its pretty- she’ll love it” he smiled

“ Do you think we’re doing too much for them ?” Draco asked talking about their coworkers. 

“ I think they deserve it, a little bit ” Harry replied 

“ Really ?” Draco quizzically asked clearly knowing the sarcasm in his own voice. 

Harry chuckled “ Well no, but they expect from us ” 

Draco shook his head agreeing “ I don’t understand this, just because we’re their bosses” 

“ Yes and they expect it from us- How about this for Mike ?” Harry asked showing him the black cup with a small santa drawn over it riding a sleigh. 

“ Seems right enough ” Draco agreed and he too strolled forward picking up another thing and showing it to Harry and adding Merlin’s name to it. 

They went through shelf after shelf discussing which one to gift to whom and making jokes every once in a while about the people they worked with. It was hard as their bosses to find something decent enough to gift someone they hardly even knew, they thought they did but apparently not so much. However they had managed to buy every employee who worked with them they wanted to gift at least one or the other thing, some they might gift as a contribution together and some as individual, if they meant something to them.

They were on the billing counter waiting for every item to be covered in the bill when Harry asked suddenly " I never asked, what are your Christmas plans ?"

" oh-" he smiled " you know me- not so much. After your family basically packs your stuff and send em away by parcel one by one, you know it definitely can't mean you're invited- I'll go solo this Christmas"

" Geez- that bad huh" Harry clicked his tongue

" oh no- have you spent a Christmas with my family- I'm lucky to be alive right now" Draco replied sarcastically.

Harry chuckled paying for the gifts and picking them up from the counter along with Draco " you know- we do a dinner before Christmas day and spend the rest of the day just watching Christmas movies and apparently going to the church then setting a barbeque outside- with the Weasley's, you can join if you want, they won't mind?" He offered.

" oh no- I wouldn't want to intrude- I'm happy with my own sappy version of Christmas movie and Chinese take over. It's better that way" Draco smiled, denying sweetly.

" are you sure ?"

" sure, don't worry Potter, I won't die if for one day you won't be there " Draco teased.

Harry chuckled shaking his head then dropping him at his place before going to his own.

Just in a few days there was increasing craze of Christmas. The office ran a little wild with party before Christmas and tiny bit of booze and too many speeches by former Auror's and old man's, praising Everyone; altogether it was nice but a little too much for Harry to be around for long enough so he took a detour and went back to his office. He had almost unlocked the door when it opened from the inside and he was instantly welcomed by Draco.

" too much? " He scrunched his face, opening the door wide enough for Harry to walk inside.

" if I hear one more story about Christmas and kids, I'll actually die" Harry whined.

Draco laughed closing the door behind them and pouring a glass a champagne for Harry and himself.

" I took my cue half an hour ago, this party, definitely not my scene " Draco admitted.

" ah- it's boring anyways. What are you doing here, except taking a break from the party ?" Harry asked leaning back over the front of his table with his arms crossed.

" promise you won't lecture me ?" Draco asked Bringing his glass to Harry.

" I won't " Harry crossed his heart.

" working on some details of the case-"

" seriously ?" Harry smiled, amused.

" well- call me a nerd or whatever but this is my party " Draco shrugged.

Harry laughed setting his drink down on the table then getting hold of Draco's arms on his sides, forcing him to look at Harry.

" you're an incredible auror and you don't give yourself enough credit alright. You're only given this life once, you're too young, too handsome to be locked away Behind this door. Go out there, have fun, make friends, go on dates- stop this alright. I know Robin fucked you up a little bit but he wasn't your last shot at love Draco- there are going to be plenty, give u-them a chance" Harry smiled softly at him, an encouraging one.

" it's not about Robin- I'm over him-"

" oh yeah- why do you still wear the ring ? Come on, move on Draco- it's been so long, you're worth it alright and Robin was an idiot " Harry stepped closer to him, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear, still lingering his hand around his ear " you deserve to be treated so much more better, you deserve to be taken out on fancy dates and movie nights in the Middle of the night and to be spoilt, to be taken on surprise good adventures and to be held in arms closely and to be kissed every hour of everyday. You deserve someone who appreciates you for who you are- for how good you are and tells you everyday how much he loves you, you deserve to be reminded that you're too good to be true- you deserve someone who won't leave you, Someone who would hold you hand and never leave it- you deserve to be loved " He knew he got carried away but it was worth looking at Draco who looked back at him in awe and complete shock. Draco didn't try to step back at all, even with Harry's lingering hand around his ear or move his hand on his other arm or try to create a distance, instead he was breathing heavily and his gaze shifting often from Harry's eyes to his lips but nothing happened when it should've. Harry stepped away.

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When the Christmas day arrived Harry's offer for Draco to spend Christmas with him was still open and it was tempting enough especially after what happened between them after the Christmas party but he denied every single time the thought raced across in his head.

It wasn't until he was ready to spend his Christmas the same old sappy way, with a sappy Christmas movie and a Chinese takeover when his eyes fell on his ring in his finger and Harry's word ran like a wildfire In his head. Robin fucked him up very much, but Harry was right, he wasn't his last shot at love. The truth was what he felt with Harry the other day was far from what he ever even felt for Robin, maybe it was stronger or maybe it was different but the utter desperation to kiss Harry that day had been stronger than he liked to admit and he hated that Harry had such an effect on him but day and night, he was the only thing he thought about.

It took far too Long to decide but the ring thrown away back in the box and a nice jumper and jeans thrown over himself he disapparated to where the offer stood still.

He walked dead and fast, pacing back and forth, chewing his nail out of nervousness right outside the door wondering whether he should knock or not, but soon the door opened and just the man he needed walked right out.

" I was hoping you'd come " Harry smiled shutting the door behind him.

" I-i don't know-"

" I'm glad you're here " Harry cut him off with a smile. Draco genuinely smiled back.

" I'm running down to the market to get something for the dinner, you want to come ?" Harry offered.

Draco nodded, agreeing to go along with him and just as they went he added " I hope all you said in the office, you implied your own self"

Harry shook his head laughing softly " I'd be a fool to deny"

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Day 10- Christmas parties @hpdestress

" How many more of these ?" Harry groaned putting on his wrist watch and locking it up.

Hermione gave him a sympathetic look " I'm sorry Harry- if only Ron were here, I promise tonight's the last- I won't trouble you after this one "

Harry sighed then nodded " promise me it's the last one ?"

" cross my heart " Hermione smiled. Harry nodded understandably.

" you look beautiful though. Red really is your colour " Harry complimented.

" thank you, although you do know that you don't have to compliment me like Ron does. I won't kill you If you don't " Hermione replied, her lips curled up at the edge in a small smirk.

" I know, I know but I really need to fill in some good shoes you know. Besides I'd never not appreciate you " Harry replied truthfully.

Hermione nodded at him, acknowledging his compliment while accepting at the same time then resumed giving herself the final touch.

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" wow this one really seems a closed up party" Harry mumbled as he walked next to Hermione through the doors and into the hall.

" yeah this is just my office party- you won't find a lot of outsider here " Hermione Whispered and within a few seconds both of them were dragged into conversation they thoroughly didn't enjoy especially with people they didn't even know, but then that's life of fame. More of Hermione than of Harry himself but still being acknowledged as the boy-who-lived runs well in keeping him popular, even now after years.

Exhausting from talking with people Harry took a drink and decided to stay in the corner rather than the front circle which by now after going to so many Christmas parties with Hermione, he knew were for the up frontier or the rich, wealthy or the popular people because there it was easier to approach, the Inner secluded circle was for the people who happen to have a lot of good connections with different people and these parties are just another way to make more relations, the third and the outermost circle was for the people who are normally forgotten at the party or the one's who's been dragged to these places. Harry unfortunately being the last one but he was happy right where he was with way too less people even coming up to meet him and less of a spotlight, it worked pretty well for him. The less noise and the peace to be able to drink his champagne alone was the best until quite recently his eyes followed to the bar and saw the lean figure standing against the counter with his elbow resting behind him over the counter, the same hand holding his glass of neat Scotch and other hand free for physical touch he needed to perform every now and then. He looked ethereal in every way. The way the shirt cling to his body yet not the same time and the legs interlocked underneath with the coat over the counter, Harry would say he looked more hotter than anyone he had laid an eye on here.

It had to be Draco Malfoy of course. Only he could stand in such a glorious way while maintaining a conversation. Harry might've been looking at him for far too long that Draco might've sensed it and before he could even make sense that Draco was watching him from afar, he pulled one of his famous playful smirk and the perfectly timed wink before he left the counter when the the light dimmed and went for a dance. Unfortunately that was also the last he saw of him that specific night before he was dragged back home.

Despite Hermione's offer to not tag along with to anymore parties, Harry did, in hopes of finding Draco. He didn't know why exactly but he knew one thing that every night his wink and his smirk played on a loop before he went to bed with some dangerously sexy song playing in the background which left him yearning and perhaps to fill his empty tea pot for one glance he went with Hermione to the rest of the parties which, resulted in disappointment almost every time that even Hermione understood that Harry was going to see someone but dared not to ask until it happened, mistakenly when Harry had almost cancelled on Hermione but went to the party at the last moment when he finally saw him, leaning against the bar, jacket kept by side, the same pose with a drink in his hand, only this time he was alone.

" Go " he heard. Harry turned and saw Hermione pushing him lightly "Go, talk to him"

Harry gulped in nervousness, fixing his collar and Shaking his hands.

" Fancy seeing you here " Draco said before Harry could have even said Hello.

" It's- Hermione " Harry stammered.

" so just Hermione then ?" Draco suggested finally turning to Harry giving him the same playful smirk.

" what- no - no " Harry interjected

" So there's another reason why you're here then ?" Draco teased. He knew he was pulling his leg, teasing him but he really couldn't blame anything, Harry was cute when he was nervous.

" I- no- I mean yeah- I guess, I wanted to see you " he stuttered.

Draco let out a low laugh and squeezed Harry's shoulder lightly " Relax- it's just me, you're not meeting me for the first time and certainly not the last "

Harry finally calmed down a little and gave him a smile " So I'll see you again ?"

" if you want to " Draco shrugged.

" I want to " Harry replied suggestively.

" I'd like to see you again too- perhaps over a dinner?" Draco asked.

Harry looked down the nodded " that'd be nice"

" so then can I ask you for a dance now ? This song is banger and I really don't want to dance with a stranger tonight " Draco asked.

Harry laughed softly then nodded and took Draco's hand to accompany him to the center of the stage.

So according to Harry's hypothesis in future, there were 4 circles - one or the front circle, the wealthy, Riches and the popular with the organisers of the party, second- the one acquainted with the first circle, the outermost and the 3rd circle- the circle for the unknowns, the ones dragged into the party and last which he figured later in his life and probably the best circle, only reserved for Harry, was in Draco's arms.

Day 9- Christmas Cabin || Day 11- Lovers be damned

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

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You and mine

Day 14- Mistletoe @hpdestress

It's like a movie that plays on repeat

I sort of like the ending of your hand in mine

It's about the two of us who strolls in the back

And somedays when we meet in the dark

Under the night of a thousand stars

With your hands clutched in mine

I sort of like the ending of you and me

It's like a song I think I dance on repeat

You always hold my hand and tell me to feel the beat

We dance your troubles away

With twist and turn in every sway

We keep our love alive from under the waters

Breathing in the deep ocean of love that wavers

We cling onto the Swing and we reach for the sky

With your hand clutched in mine

I sort of like the ending of you and me

We meet up after every rain by the cafe you called me in

We'd talk about the Situation we'd be in

I'd hold your hand and you would hold mine

And the others would blush with the innocence of our smiles

We'd paint each other's nails and ruin it the next second

Then we'd call it a style because we're too lazy to do it a second

You'd wash your white shirts with my pinks

Then you'll end up smiling and wear it as you give me a wink

We'd watch another movie on repeat

And talk about the promises we've kept

I sort of like the ending of you and me

We ride the bus and reach for the last

And talk about our future for we know we'd last

Then I wonder from where we began

From under the mistletoe to under the broken tree

With your hands in mine and mine in yours

With the whole wide world watching, I confess and make you mine

And you make me yours

Then I think now

I sort of like the ending of you and me

And a something of you and mine.

~ A poem by Draco Malfoy-Potter about Harry Potter-Malfoy

Day 13- Trail to one day || Day 15- over the kitchen top

I'm not the very best at writing any type poetry's but I try.

Ps. Sorry about the confusion in the last post ( I accidentally mentioned Trail to one day of prompt day 14 when it was 13)

HP DE-STRESS DECEMBER REQUEST OPEN

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"Pottah"

The laughs echoed in the room with the half drunk notions and the half sung song being sung somewhere in the background, the chatters filling the room as it should’ve and the cluttering on the cutlery on the table very clear. Someone might’ve tripped over the bean bag face down and the room filled with more laughter. Some might say it was a typical Saturday but it wasn’t just any saturday, it was special because they were here with everyone, they were here after the party had dissolved to celebrate the very long awaited engagement of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. 

“Remember how it used to be- the time-” But Ron was laughing more than he was able to even speak, he was almost choking on laughter until Blaise patted his back. 

“Darling, We also want to know the reason for your deafening laugh”Blaise teased. Ron immediately stopped laughing and gave him a glare. 

“I’m not lying, everyone wants to know” Blaise smiled. 

“Alright- remember in first year Draco used to find reasons to just follow Harry, like every single time, even in the 4th year- the amount of times on the quidditch field he just followed Harry instead of the snitch” 

Everyone laughed and started sharing more anecdotes from the long forgotten days including the climbing over the tree for attention, following Harry into the forbidden forest in the 1st year, any reason to just push Harry away so he could just get his attention, calling him across 3 tables away, all the things they had forgotten until their stomachs hurt. 

“Oh I got one- remember when Draco used to call Harry ‘Pottah’- gosh those times” Blaise laughed 

“I did not” Draco defensively whined 

“Babe, you so did” Harry laughed wiping the tear from the corner of his eyes. 

Draco rolled his eyes because even he knew everyone was right. 

“Shut up, Pottah” 

I'm sorry for an uncalled break I took off writing and while I love writing so much, I felt like I needed to reconnect to myself again but I'm back at it and I'm so glad to be doing this again. For the mean time I'd be finishing off the leftover writings, remaining requests I put on block for a month and the ANGST prompts I promised to write couple months back and the current fiction I'm working on. Much love..x