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Dreams do come true

" sometimes you know I just wish I could curl up and go to sleep and wake up in a place where I feel loved " Draco sighs as he lazily stirred his coffee with a spoon.

Harry chuckled before him " what made you say that ?"

"It's just lately I've been so damn single, I just wish I had someone you know, like that stupid couple over there " Draco nodded off in the direction of a couple sitting by the window in the corner of the cafe talking in soft Whispers and giggling about something.

" You're not that lonely draco, and relationships are not everything you know. Coming from a guy who's cursed with all dates going wrong and who's relationship somehow end up with words I'm straight, I'd say they're terrible " Harry smiled as he passed draco the Oreo biscuits he fetched out of his pockets

" but it is everything harry. Love is everything. You just haven't felt it yet " Draco sighed rolling his eyes, then taking a biscuit from Harry " i just want to be taken out on a nice date and be pampered and have the amazing sex and wake up next to him the next morning, maybe a breakfast in bed and not just with my bloody cat who jumps up and down on me to wake up " Draco slurred.

Harry laughed softly then offered " let's go on a date then. I mean we will exclude the sex part, but I can take you on a nice date, pamper you, and you know I already know all your favourite thing's and what you like to eat, and drink. It'll be perfect and your temptation would be fulfilled "

Draco looked at Harry for a few moments, reconsidering everything then lazily agreed with Harry to go on a date. The only flaw in the plan was that Draco got everything he ever looked for, the pampering, the spoiling, the cuddles, the amazing sex and the morning sex and the breakfast in bed..but perhaps it wasn't a flaw after all. They both finally got what their dreams looked like, a reality birthed from what had only been a fantasy.

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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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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.

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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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Wind in your hair

Day 7 - Ice skating for hp de-stress feat @hpdestress

It was a start.

I knew it. Watching you with lingering glances was just a start but I told my traitorous heart to keep itself shut and move on with it but I knew it was just a start. A start of all.

I knew I shouldn't had watched you like a crow, noticing every hour of your every day but I kept telling my heart to put shut but it only induced in me more adrenaline to see you, every second of every hour. I wasn't watching you a creepy way as someone would misunderstand, I was merely curious, at first at least. Watching you watch the book shelf attentively, your eyes going down like a ladder for the book of just your choice or while you were watching your teammates fly in the air so high, I could see you yearned for it but you had lost your incredible confidence or while you were reading the notice board looking for something new like a new letter would be posted for you there or just watching you walk across the hall with your hands in your pocket tucked away in the warmth. Here's the strange trick though, I didn't want to watch you, never by choice in the beginning but it was as though I had a sense everytime you were around me and I would not be able to help myself from watching you, so when I eventually gave up from trying to ignore my heart, I watched you and it was just a start, a start to knowing there's so much more to you than I had ever cared to venture.

I knew you didn't hate me anymore, you smiled at me like you never used to before, I knew you didn't hate me but I didn't know if you liked me either. I could sense that you knew that I was watching you or maybe it was just Paranoia who kept telling me that you knew that I was watching but if you did know that I was watching you, then I think maybe you enjoyed it, not the attention but just being cared enough to be looked at. I know it now. And if you didn't know I was watching you, then I think maybe you should've.

Until the days when I first started realising that I was watching you more than doing any other thing, I never really thought about it or I didn't allow myself to think about it but seeing you do the littlest of things and smiling after small achievements made my heart beat faster in my chest even though I tried to avoid it. I thought that would be the most of it, my heart skipping a beat when I watched you smile but I didn't know there were so many levels of heart skipping faster and I only knew of it then when I followed you to the forest one late night after having being welcomed into a Narnia of insomnia. I carefully followed you without your knowledge and saw you like I did everyday but that night it was different. It left me curious as to what you would be doing at the lake in the Middle of the night but soon enough from shelter of the tree I saw you walk into the river, but not into, Over the river. I stared more carefully until I didn't need to anymore when you slid through graciously over the lake. You were ice skating and it was perhaps the most perfect thing I had laid my eyes upon, you ice skating. The way you slid over the lake with your shoes Making the scratching sound and your arms open to feel the air pass through you. I knew that you liked it because I had never seen you smile that much. It made you so happy, as if it made you feel alive. It made you happy to just be there and I was happy knowing I was seeing your happiness until it suddenly Struck me that I was watching you, not just tonight but everyday and perhaps you still didn't have a knowledge of it which made it more upsetting because I was watching you feel alive, feeling happier than you do in a day and maybe there's a reason why you keep your smile hidden all day so no-one would see but Only yourself, but I was breaking the boundaries and watching you be happy when maybe it could've so easily been a thing that you didn't want me to know it. So I walked away that night, hoping it would be the last but it had just been the start of something so tragically beautiful that I yet don't know where it's headed but the feeling of being around you and skating with you over thin ice had made me feel more alive that I ever had, even with the air in my lungs and heart beating loudly in my chest.

So you make me feel alive Draco Malfoy, I don't know why or how yet, but it's just a start I suppose and I'll stay till the end.

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This is perfect 🥺🥺

Our Perfect

Outside, in the soft silence of the night, snow, silver and dark, falls down. It covers the roads and the houses on the street. It's an acute reminder of Christmas. The house are adorned with the most beautiful lights.

"I refuse to decorate the tree."

Harry releases a soft sigh while he casts a glance at the tree. He cannot believe that he is in the middle of an argument over the decoration of the said tree but he was well-aware of what he had signed up for when the two of them had become a couple, "But Draco, it's our first Christmas together, can you pretend to be somewhat excited about it? It's not that difficult."

"Harry, I am excited about it but I'm not the decoration enthusiast that you are because when it's Christmas, I prefer to be in front of a fireplace with hot cocoa and a book. Now that I'm with you, we can read together and you did promise me cuddles."

Now, that prospect did tempt him but Draco is deceptive when he wants to be and he refuses to have his own way. Not when he has a tree to decorate. Besides, it had been Draco's idea to host a Christmas feast for their friends. It was his fault. Now, Harry wants a pretty tree, "I have a counter offer- if you decorate the tree with me, I promise more cuddles than I did yesterday."

"You're cruel."

"Oh, I promise to read to you too and that sweater you've stolen from me, it's yours." Harry places a small kiss on the tip of Draco's nose and it turns into a soft shade of crimson, "Now can we decorate our tree and not procrastinate for once, sunshine?"

"Only for the sweater."

Harry places a hand over his chest in mock-offence, "Only for the sweater but not for more cuddles near the fireplace while I read to you?"

"No, not for that."

"So, you won't mind if I revoke that promise?"

Draco places a record into the player. The lever rises and hovers over the record while the sounds of 'Promises to keep' starts to float around the room.

Draco laces their fingers together, twirls him around once. A soft warmth and tenderness courses through him. He draws Harry close and whispers, "A promise is a promise, love."

No wonder he had chosen that song.

"Yeah so, don't distract me with a dance on our favorite Christmas song and decorate the tree with me."

"You're such a spoil sport."

He takes out some lights from their box to put them around the tree. He decides to do it himself for now because it might take a while for Draco to be enthusiastic about this decoration process. It's best not to trouble him more because he is a bitch to you when you pester him, "No, I'm a delight."

"You're not and by the way, I'll decorate the tree with you if I can put the star on top."

The corners of his mouth curve into a small, delicate smile, "Oh yeah, you can, love."

Draco's eyes light up in the most beautiful way and his heart clenches in his chest because of that, "Good, now what do I have to do? I don't have the faintest idea."

Harry waves his hand in a vague motion while he places the lights over the tree in layers, "Oh, do whatever you want to, it doesn't have to be a perfect Christmas tree."

"No organization whatsoever?"

"No, none."

Draco sorts through the ornaments in the box on the coffee table, "Now, that should be interesting, I'll start with the icicle ones."

"Sounds brilliant."

"Harry, be careful with the lights, you'll trip."

Harry looks down and notices that the lights have begun to tangle and somehow wrap around his legs, "You're such a lifesaver."

"I swear, if your break your nose one more time, I won't patch you up and you might lose your front teeth too, if you aren't careful."

"But you will love me if I didn't have two front teeth, yeah?"

Draco arches his brows in skepticism, "Don't be ridiculous, I won't."

"Rude, I would love you if you lost your perfect front teeth."

"I'm honored, but that isn't mutual."

Harry begun to untangle himself out of the lights but it was a difficult task and Draco was of no assistance whatsoever because he had chosen to cheer him on whilst decorating the tree, "Good luck, sweetheart - I hope you don't fall and break your nose."

"Won't you catch me if I fall?"

"I won't, so save your gorgeous face yourself."

Now, that was an insult. But it's Draco, it doesn't matter. He hears fifteen insults in a day. Most of them aren't insults but backhanded compliments. It takes a practice and one hundred fifty four insults to learn the difference between the two.

"Gorgeous face?"

Draco throws a silver bauble towards him which hits him right in his head. Good aim. But it doesn't hurt. "You're the worst."

"No, I'm the best."

"In your dreams, Harry."

He manages to untangle himself out of the lights (points for that) and starts to place it in the similar way, but he is more cautious now because he doesn't want to trip, "Whatever."

Once he is done with the lights, he takes out his wand and flicks it at the tree. The lights separate into a hundred of small ones and fall among the branches. Sure, it defies the laws of physics but it's magic and now that translates to a polite 'fuck you' to science.

It casts a warm, colorful luminescence over the room. It's beautiful but it wasn't done yet.

But with the music, with Draco, it's somehow better. Because a banter ensues once or twice and the two of them dance to the Christmas love songs. It's close to perfect.

Once most of the decoration is done, Draco flicks his own wand at the tree in a graceful motion (show off) and snow falls over the branches and small snowflakes hover near the tip of the branches.

"Draco, the star on the top, if you will."

He sorts through the box of the tree toppers too. Now the process might take an hour or seconds. But it's because Draco insists on several options.

It's best not to interfere here.

Not with clothes or the type of shampoo and bath bubbles or in this case, a tree topper.

Draco settles for a five-pointed star with intricate patterns on it and places it on top of the tree. Harry curls his hand around Draco's waist and pulls him closer. Draco buries his head into his shoulder. The soft material of the maroon sweater rubs against his own skin and it makes him feel much more lighthearted than he is, "Now it's perfect."

"Perfection is a social construct."

Harry receives a beautiful, cold stare from Draco. He raises his hands in surrender with a faint, amused smile, "Your words not mine."

"Yeah, but it's perfect to you, to me - because we define it to be so. It's our perfect."

Our perfect.

"So, we define our own perfect?"

Draco lifts his head from his shoulder with a small nod, "You and me, for instance. Others believe that we don't fit, that we're not perfect together. But to me, to you - we are perfect. No one can convince us otherwise because we've defined our own perfect."

"So profound," Harry places yet another kiss on the tip of his nose and it turns into that soft shade of red once more, "Now that the decorations are done, I recall that I promised to read to you and more cuddles."

Draco's eyes light up like a thousand fireflies and a smile crosses his lips, "Yeah, that."

It's the perfect way to spend the night before Christmas- with Draco, near the fireplace and a new romance novel.

It's their perfect.

Daddy's boy

Day 16- candy cane @hpdestress

" so we only have a couple more boxes to give away right ?" Harry asked as he pushed his spectacle closer to the bridge of his nose scanning the sheet of gifts to give away he had prepared to be more organised.

Draco mumbled, then nodded, itching his own nose due to the new specks he had to wear to read " I don't think we've given yet to the Harrison's, the Garet's and I still need to hand a box to the Parkinson's "

" You told me you had given to Parkinson's days ago " Harry complained looking over at Draco, sitting on the opposite side of the table.

" I never told you anything about that- okay- yeah I did but only because you get into that scolding mode that I don't take anything seriously, with your ' Draco, you're becoming more careless with age and you should be more careful. Where's your wit to always be punctual-' and all that, very boring speech" Draco sighed resting his chin against the cold counter then immediately taking it off after a flinch.

Harry rolled his eyes getting up from the chair " If I scold you then that means you are doing something wrong-"

" Don't go Monica on me "Draco dragged

" Well you know she is right and I knew you'd had something like this so I made an extra box of candy canes " Harry said as he opened the top shelf and took out a brown box labelled 'do not open without Harry's permission'.

" Real creative babe " Draco teased.

Harry mocked him with gibberish and sat down on the chair again and opened up the box whilst speaking " I made these extra because you somehow have been careless lately and I knew we'd need it so I kept it safe and- Where's all the candy canes from the box ?" He shook the box In his hand vigorously but nothing happened, the box remained Empty as he had taken it out.

" yeah- so you were saying" Draco pursed his lips trying to control his laughter.

" I swear I did- I made an extra batch and now it's just gone " Harry complained seriously.

" Yeah I'm going to say a racoon came in through the window who was tired and hungry and saw your candy canes and ate them and left the box there. He's really upset about doing that though" He was trying really hard to contol his laughter but getting a deadly look from Harry he broke into laughter.

" This isn't funny- somebody ate them " Harry said. A strange fuzzy idea came in his head but he hardly wanted to believe it. He really didn't like thinking it could have happened but when his eyes fell upon the corner of the room to a 4 year old Scorpius hiding behind the wall, he knew he was right.

" Scorp- Did you eat the candy canes ?" Harry asked in his Fatherly voice.

Scorpius ran towards Draco who picked him up in his arms and settled him in his lap and pushing his hair behind his forehead.

" They were tasty- and Daddy said I could eat them " Scorpius confessed.

Harry gasped at Draco " How could you let him ?"

Draco started laughing again " I'm sorry Scorp but I have to tell him the truth or you and I are both going to be dead in the bed-"

" But we agreed Daddy " Scorpius huffed.

" I'm sorry darling-" he kissed on top of Scorpius's head and confessed honestly " we just hid them. It's in that red box over the refrigerator "

" Why would you do it ?" Harry sighed getting up and picking up the box and double checking it's content.

" Because Daddy said it's fun to see your eyes go out of your socket and you lips go like that of a fish- like this" Scorpius pointed at his lips open in an 'O' shape that a fish makes.

Draco laughed louder along with Scorpius and Harry wanted to scold Draco for saying things like that to their 4 year old son but instead he himself started laughing.

" You really are your Daddy's boy " Harry smiled afterwards and ruffled Scorpius's hair before kissing his forehead.

" That I am " Scorpius agreed and Harry laughed again.

Day 15 - Over the kitchen top || Day 17- Lavender

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Day 17- scarves @hpdestress

It began in the November when the wind picked up and the cold has started to settle in slowly and gradually that Draco started wearing scarves. It was hard to not notice someone as elegant as him wrapped in one of the most softest and the most elegant scarves which he didn't repeat even once.

The first time Harry realised that he wore different coloured scarves for each day was when he was outside in the field in the back of the office where Quidditch was played at in weekly matches. He had been busy bathing in the warm sun, gaining Vitamin D as he'd like to phrase it when his eyes fell on Draco at the opposite end of the field with his files scattered over the ground, he had been working. He was only watching him work with his one leg crossed while the other was sprawled to the side and leaning over the files to draw or write something, that was when he saw the lavender shade of his scarf. Normally people only wore Red, Green, Black, Grey and Blue Scarves, at least the boring people in his office but he was wearing a bright Lavender shade scarf hanging around his neck, glowing profusely in the sun. It was attention grabbing.

The next time Harry was sure he wore scarves different for each day was when he saw him walking out of the cafeteria of the office and sitting on the bench nearest to the window. That day he had worn a beige scarf. It complimented his skin very well and bought out the features Harry hadn't ever noticed. And the way his nails were painted exactly of the same shade as his scarf appealed to Harry and no matter how hard he tried to un-notice Draco, he couldn't. There was something that kept calling him to Harry's attention and from there on it was a routine. He passed by his office everyday just when he used to go out and do a simple wave with smile and notice the shade of his scarf. This routine that followed was a tedious thing and in order to not forget the shade of his scarf he used to note it down in the back of his journal with a little drawing if he liked the scarf too much. However it was all just a mere start of a simple infatuation turning into much huge of an attraction. It was bound to happen. When you notice Someone everyday for a month straight and write about them in your journal and spend most of your time thinking of them, you end up being attracted to them and there were several other reasons which contributes to his fire of attraction.

It was only a matter of time when Harry inbuilt his plans to ask Draco out in the most subtle way's possible but of course Harry being Harry, it didn't go as planned and he embarrassed himself more than asking him out but nonetheless Draco found it cute and agreed to go on a date with Harry. Within the short span of time that they started dating, they found they had the whole world in the arms of each other and there was no other they'd want it with.

And So it happened on the date just before Christmas holidays when after work they went to a small Italian cafe that Harry bought it up.

" I like your scarf "

" Oh- thank you. This was my grandma's. Purple was really her colour " Draco smiled drinking his cup of hot cocoa.

Harry wondered if all his Scarves came from his Grandma but he didn't ask, instead he said " you wear a different colour everyday "

Draco blushed then nodded setting his cup over the table " Yeah- I do. I have a thing for scarves. I have one of each colour like a collection. I never thought anyone noticed though "

Harry smiled and took his hand in his own over the table and rubbed small circles with his thumb " I always noticed and I love these. They're very beautiful and you look even more Beautiful with them "

Draco blushed more furiously unable to contain his smile and Whispered a small thanks.

When Christmas came around and they had gone to their respective families to celebrate Christmas with, they owled their gifts to each other. Harry had sent a box of chocolate that he knew Draco would like and a locket with the sign of Draco's star. (He had liked it very much )

What Harry recieved was the same Lavender scarf he saw Draco wearing for the first time with a small note attached to it " Keep it, it'll look better on you anyways. Also Ps. You weren't as subtle as you thought you were"

Harry had laughed and wrapped it around his neck and embraced the sweet smell of Draco. He knew he'd never throw this away, even if it's all worn out. It was the symbol of a beginning.

Day 16- Daddy's boy || Day 18- sunset and Pizza

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Day 18- Hogsmeade @hpdestress

Harry buried them under the invisible cloak again, Huffing under his breath.

" when I said we should go on a date in Hogsmeade this is definitely not what I meant " Draco grumbled under his breath but close enough for Harry to listen.

" Oh would you like me to take the veil off and walk off like a bride " Harry sarcastically responded.

Draco almost wanted to laugh but he didn't "well these are the results of you face planting in your broom, not anywhere else but over it "

" How was I supposed to know that Someone would be out in the fucking cold at midnight in the quidditch field watching me. I thought it was only you and me " Harry rolled his eyes and took a a sharp turn avoiding everyone else.

" Well Darling of course you have creepy stalkers following you every hour of everyday. You're Harry Potter, the boy who apparently doesn't die " Draco controlled his laughter again but a look from Harry and he was biting his palm to not release any sound.

" You think you're so funny- Well guess what my dear love, you're not " Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco and walked ahead again.

After a while of Draco cracking jokes up, he fell silent and just followed Harry as they walked deeper into Hogsmeade and towards the cliff apparently only Harry knew how to get to.

" How far is it ?" Draco groaned

" well if you weren't walking like a baby and making jokes about me half the trip we would've already been there " Harry replied distantly

" What did I tell you about your sarcasm- sometimes it hurts " Draco pouted.

Harry almost took him seriously but looking at his fake pout he rolled his eyes again " Says the one who's existence runs on being mean "

Draco scoffed, mumbling something under his breath which Harry chose to ignore and finally he was able to lift off the invisibility cloak when they reached a safer radar out of people's sight.

" We there yet ?" Draco asked again.

Harry took 5 more steps and announced " we're here "

Draco followed behind him and finally reached a small tent Harry had assumably set up before they came here with fairy lights dangling inside and a box of Pizza which Draco have grown into loving and blankets to keep themselves warm.

Draco intertwined their fingers tighter and went into the small tent, sat down along with Harry facing Hogsmeade from atop.

" I never knew Hogsmeade looked this beautiful from upside. Christmas makes it look even more beautiful " Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back at him and cast a small heating spell over the pizza and agreed " I discovered this place back in 4 year when nobody wanted to believe that I didn't put my name in that stupid fire. It bought me peace "

" Yeah- I remember envying you until the damned red eyes snake lived under my roof and basically played oujia board with his actual snake "

Harry laughed out loud, shaking his head " Do you even know what an oujia board is ?"

" Who cares- it's not like he was doing a kitty party with the death eaters dressed up in pink dresses " Draco joked, smiling himself.

Harry chuckled " He could've matched his pink with Umbridge "

Draco chuckled then after while of simply smiling at Harry, he said " Thank you for this"

" Don't mention- Pizza ?"

They sat there eating Pizza in the cold with the heating spell bringing them warmth and small jokes that they cackled with each other and enjoyed watching the hustling of the students down there. It was weird in its own how they landed up together and a story for other day, but even if they were pretty much the worst boyfriends the history had ever known, they were still pretty perfect for eachother and that was the most they could ever ask for. So what if instead of sugar coating and sweet talking they made of fun of each other and embarrassed them, so what if they didn't have the perfect first date, or what if they still get weird around each other, the most that mattered was this moment, that thing's that made the moment possible and this was possibly the best they could ever have.

Draco finally rested his head against Harry's shoulder as the sun had started settling and the students had started departing back to Hogwarts " This is pretty perfect isn't it ?"

" pretty or perfect ?" Harry countered

" No Harry- pretty perfect- it's a phrase-"

" how can it-"

" Nevermind I tried-" Draco groaned.

Harry laughed softly and kissed the top of his head, wrapping his arms closer to Draco's body " This is pretty perfect"

Draco smiled and nuzzled his face into Harry's neck.

It was pretty perfect, being with the best version of perfect they could ask for and the Beautiful sunset, yeah it was pretty perfect.

Day 17 - Lavender || Day 19- sweetest memories

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A thousand times better

Day 21- sleigh ride @hpdestress

" Can I take the blindfold off now ?" Harry asked stumbling over his own feet only to be caught in time by Draco.

" We're not there yet "Draco replied

" But I'm falling all over " Harry whined

" and I'm here to catch your fall " Draco replied back.

" Yeah not really. When I told you I've fallen in love with you, you told me I've fallen with you too. Can't say I can trust you with a fall" Harey shrugged casually.

Draco chuckled next to him " Well then if you're gonna, we're gonna fall together. That's how it works right. You take the first fall and I take it with you"

" I'm telling you Draco, sometimes these falls are scary. What if one day I'm falling off a cliff, you can't say I'm falling after you, right ?" Harry asked.

" Oh no of couse not Darling, I'd be the one pushing you off the cliff, don't worry " Draco smirked next to him even though he knew Harry couldn't see him.

" You know sometimes your words hurt " Harry pouted.

" That's why I say them. Now just trust me with this. I've held your hand " Draco said holding onto Harry's hands tighter.

Harry mumbled something but Draco chose to ignore, besides it was barely audible in the strong winter winds blowing right in his face.

" Are we there yet ?" Harry asked again.

Draco shook his head then realised Harry couldn't see him " A little bit more "

" How far is this place even ?" Harry complaint again.

" If you do a little less complaining, we might reach sooner " Draco rolled his eyes. Don't get him wrong, he loves his boyfriend beyond anything and he would anything for him but sometimes Harry just annoyed him, irritated him with useless questions that he doubted his entire existence then, like the time Harry kept on asking at 3 am why do we sleep at 3 and not in the morning and why do they have specific meals for breakfast, what if he wanted rice for breakfast and toast for dinner. It drove Draco insane, more than he likes to exaggerates.

" And I thought you loved me " Harry mumbled.

Draco rolled his eyes once again " Just because I tell you to stop complaining doesn't mean I love you any less "

" seems otherwise to me" Harry shrugged and this time he stumbled over something again that he might've fallen over the ground if it wasn't for Draco holding him tightly.

" Told you I'd save you" Draco told him afterwards.

" yeah after I was already sca-"

" we're here " Draco announced cutting Harry off mid sentence and took off his blindfold and putting it in his pocket.

" A sleigh ride " Harry exclaimed.

" I am an attentive boyfriend " Draco smirked.

" I told you this on like our 2nd date, how did you remember ?" Harry grinned at Draco.

" I remember everything babe, everything" Draco smiled fondly at Harry who looked at him in awe before he leaned forward and kissed Draco's nose softly.

" Now you're like Rudolph the Red nose reindeer " He sang.

Draco laughed behind him, following him into the sleigh and sitting down over the uncomfortable seat.

" I feel like Elsa " Harry grinned.

" Elsa who ?" He asked

" Elsa from Frozen. You know in the second movie when they are going to that forest, the enchanted forest. We watched that movie together Draco, like 2 weeks ago " Harry reminded him.

"Oh- the girl who have to wear gloves all the time or she'll turn everyone into ice " Draco replied

" stop Making her sound like a villain-"

" I'm not making her sound like a villain. She did freeze her sister in the first movie-"

" but she also bought her back-"

" but she also struck her when they were just kids-"

" By accident-"

" Not to interrupt your little argument over the girl who froze her sister but do you want a ride or not ?" The man in the front seat holding the leash of the horses in his hands asked.

Draco immediately nodded and they took off.

Harry remained shut after that for a long time but an excited smile pulled over his face as he kept staring at his surrounding and the feeling of being in a sleigh. Draco perhaps might never understand why it was so fascinating for Harry to be on a sleigh but if this is how little it takes for Draco to bring that smile over his face, he'd do them everyday until he dies. When he says he loved Harry with his entire soul and mind, he really does. He loves every little thing about him and sometimes he might drive him crazy or insane but he still loved Harry till the sun rises and the moon sets. What Harry bought in Draco was indescribable but knowing that Harry is the only man he want to ride every sleigh in the world with fills the empty little hole his heart have and that's because Harry is his cure, his medicine and his remedy to everything. One look from Harry and he'd forget a thousand reasons why he shouldn't exist but Harry chose to love a man as such and he would never ever be worthy enough of his love but he knows he'll spend the rest of his life trying to be worthy enough for him.

Harry besides him catches Draco smiling at him and he smiles back. He turns his head to the front and lean his head over his shoulder and takes Draco's hands in his own to intertwine their fingers together.

" It's better with you, a Hundred times better in your arms " Harry whispered, smiling.

Draco wishes he could've said something, anything but all that came out of his lips was " I love you " before he leaned down and kissed Harry over the lips. It's always better with him too, always and a thousand times better.

Day 20 - After a million dreams || Day 22- Family trip gone wrong

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Day 22- sledging @hpdestress

Harry huffed in frustration as he tried to find the safe gears to put on Albus and Scorpius but apparently they were nowhere to be found and soon they would become impatient to the point that it's unbearable. Ever since Harry and Draco came on the trip with their kids, nothing had gone right, not even a single thing, it was like living the movie of the worst day ever on repeat. This trip was supposed to be a fun, bonding time for the family but apparently it was everything but that. To Begin with, on their way over their car broke down and the mechanics seemed to have been very far away and Albus and Scorpius decided that it would've just been marvelous to throw a fit, the next was the room they got, it was supposed to be 2 large rooms and instead of it being as large as it was in the pictures, it was only large enough to have bunk beds in it; next was the dinner night they planned on, it was supposed to be a fancy dinner at a fancy place but a blizzard had to come right then when they were walking to it and due to the damning Blizzard, their night got cancelled and the list goes on. Harry would rewind every single one of them but that wasn't an available option.

He eventually gave up finding the gears and practiced how to break his kids heart by telling them that they can't go sledging but when Harry reached where the kids were supposed to be, they weren't there.

" Draco, where are the kids ?" Harry sounded exhausted and yet stressed at the same time.

Draco's head immediately whipped around with a handful of things to eat " I swear they were right here, just now. I swear, I promise "

Harry sighed closing his eyes momentarily then began again " It's fine, we'll find them together. You take that way, I'll take this way " He said pointing towards different directions but as soon as they were going in different directions, they heard screaming which sounded awfully familiar until they both turned around and their kids jumped up in the air in the sledge and their heart's fell right out of their chest.

" Albus-Scorp" they simultaneously screamed and immediately ran after them with hooked ropes to get them to stop but sliding on ice wasn't a piece of cake. Draco hit his head on a massive ball of ice and some kid nearby thought it was funny to hit him right in the stomach. Harry gave him an apologetic look then continued running after them. Hurdles after hurdles like Albus throwing snowballs to hit Harry, the slippery ice that made him fall over, their kids basically jumping up in the air without any protection when a slight cliff came around, his throat growing dry from all the yelling, maintaining a safe look on Draco who had now joined him and last but not the least the trees that somehow had started appearing in the middle. Harry wanted to cry at this moment and just when he thought it couldn't get any worse, he fell over his bum and slid over the ice and due to the slope it became incredibly hard to get back up. His heart hammered like a wrecking ball inside his chest and now he was scared to death for two reasons, himself and the kids.

" Albus-Scorp- Please stop the sledge " Harry shouted.

" We can't " Albus yelled back laughing and that was all it took Harry to turn at an edge to he started slipping on ice even after. When he heard another scream he turned his face to his side and saw Draco sliding down over a piece of wood, recklessly.

" Harry, save me " Draco screamed and he slipped more ahead of Harry.

Harry groaned loudly and screamed back "I'm coming"

Seconds turned into minutes and the screaming grew louder while the people all around watched them finding it absolutely hilarious how the kids drove the sledge while their father ran after them like absolute maniacs. It was finally when the steep gradually lessened and it started rising upwards that the kids sledge slowed down, not the same with Harry and Draco and they were still screaming until they both collided into each other and then into the kids.

" Ouch Dad's " Scorpius groaned.

Harry breathed heavily, holding onto the kids " that was very very dangerous "

Draco remained in shock for a while, catching his breath and holding onto the family together until later his eyes noticed the high cliff and he started laughing looking at their kids. His Laugh eventually grew louder and contagious to the point that everyone was laughing so hard that they rolled back to the ground.

" I hate to say it but this was the most fun thing that happened over the entire trip " Harry told after the laughter controlled down.

Draco turned to Harry and nodded smiling.

" Then Can we do it again ?-"

" No " they simultaneously replied.

MERRY CHRISTMAS Y'ALL, HERE'S TO A LOUSY CHRISTMAS AND A CRAPPY NEW YEAR.

I wasn't planning on update tonight since it got super late but I guess I had what it took tonight .

Day 21- a thousand times better || Day 23- Pieces of a puzzle

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More than Black Boxes

Day 25- Presents @hpdestress

It was Christmas morning when they both had woken up before time and were sitting next to each other, cuddled into the blanket with their legs intertwined with another’s. It was a perfect lazy day,to be just inside the house in warmth and drink hit cocoa and be peppered with kisses but the plans of the day had already been set. 

“ Can we just not skip the thing's and be here all day ?” Draco groaned in Harry’s neck while he was kissing him softly there. 

Harry tightened his arms around Draco and replied “ I wish we could but we have lunch at your parents to attend then the gala with the weasley’s. We’re packed for the day”

“Please can we just stay here ?”Draco moaned. 

Harry sighed, creating a little distance between both of them, cold immediately invading the space between them “ Draco baby- please. We have to get up eventually” 

Draco pulled Harry back towards him and this time firmly held his torso so he won’t try to it again “ Stop being such an obedient brat and stay here with me for a while” 

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms back around with Draco’s kissing his eyes softly “ and then you say you’re not a sap” 

“ Shut up” Draco groaned. 

“ This reminds me, I bought you a gift” Harry said. 

“ Harry-” 

“ I know you told me no gifts but I saw it through the window and I couldn’t stop myself from buying it for you” Harry cuts him off sweetly. 

“ But rules were rules- I told you, I don’t need anything” Draco affirmatively replied. 

“ Since when have I ever followed rules- but its not about you not needing it, I wanted to buy it for you “ Harry sweetly told him. 

Draco sighed and sat up a little straighter “ Show me then”

Harry smiled and similarly sat straighter and picked out two small boxes from the drawer. 

“ They’re small. I better hope they’re inexpensive. I don’t want you spending money on me so much” Draco averred. 

Harry kept smiling as he handed him the two boxes and waited for him to open them patiently. Draco however with much hesitation started opening the boxes. When he unwrapped one of them, it revealed a small black box and the other one opened up to another black box. 

“ I see you’ve managed to get code black” Draco frowned impressively. 

“ Just open them already” Harry whined impatiently now because Draco was seemingly taking up too much time. 

Draco rolled his eyes and opened the larger black box which revealed an average beaded pearl necklace and the other one was the watch Draco had been dying to purchase since months. 

“ You- Pearl ? and the watch?” Draco said in choked gasp picking both of them up in his hands. 

“ I know you’ve been wanting this watch for months so I bought you this and the pearl necklace, I thought it would look really nice on you “ Harry shrugged. 

Draco smiled at Harry and hugged him after having carefully put the gifts aside. 

“ You didn’t have to buy me these. They must’ve cost you a fortune” he said after separating. 

Harry shrugged “ My love isn’t based off on how much I spent on you. It hardly matters to me “ 

Draco smiled fondly at Harry “ But you buy me a lot of gifts already Harry “ 

“ Because I like to spoil you- now please just stop being a posh brat and let me help you with the necklace” 

Draco chuckled and handed Harry the necklace and turned around so Harry could put it around his neck and as he did, he loved it even more around his neck. The way the pearl settled around his long neck made Harry love it even more than when he first saw it through the window and even though Draco wasn’t very happy about Harry buying him a gift, he loved the necklace. It certainly made him feel confident and lovely with Harry peppering kisses along the back of his neck. 

“ It looks beautiful on you” Harry whispered. 

Draco visibly shivered with his eyes closed and biting his lip because of the sensation of Harry’s cool breath against his neck. He hummed whilst Harry continued kissing down along the length of his neck. 

“ I love it” Draco murmured. 

“ Really?” Harry asked momentarily moving away to get a good look of Draco’s face. 

Draco turned to him with a smile with his hand lingering over the necklace “ I do but I just don’t want you spending more money on me” 

“I won’t “ Harry replied pressing his lips together. 

“ Promise ?” 

“ I promise” 

He obviously broke that promise in the future and with more incidences that happened in future, Draco gave up asking Harry to not buy him presents because Harry’s love wasn’t fitted into tiny little or big black boxes, It was in the expressions he held when Draco opened the boxes and the smile he’d lit up with when Draco would say he loved his gift. His love was bigger than any black box in the world. He could even buy him the most expensive building in the world and yet his love would be bigger than that.

Ik I'm running a little late on update day wise

Day 24- Behind Bedroom doors || Day 26- 10 things I hate about you

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10 things I hate about you

Day 26- Hot chocolate @hpdestress

" Done " Draco yells from the living room.

Harry yells back a second later " I'm done too" and he walks into the living room with 2 cups of hot chocolate filled with marshmallows and a box of cookies.

"I've cancelled all my meetings and I've set the blanket" Draco tells Harry jumping up and down as if he was getting ready for a marathon. Truth be told, he was getting ready of a Marathon, just not the running types.

" I've made 2 cups of hot chocolate, already set a box of tissues over there and bought cookies to dip into the hot chocolate later so I wouldn't have to get up" Harry tells Draco.

Draco nods and picks up the remote " Ready to cry ?" He challenges Harry.

Harry set the box of cookies over the table and sat down underneath the puddle of blankets joining Draco with cups of Hot chocolate in his hand.

" you're the one who should be scared " Harry teased

" Right, like I cry like baby " Draco scoffed.

" Last I remember-"

" Don't " Draco pointed his finger at Harry who funnily enough put it into his mouth.

" Harry- eww- you're so gross " Draco whined wiping his finger against the blanket while Harry laughed at him.

" Are you serious for watching this now ?" Draco asked next.

Harry got in position and nodded " Bring it on"

" whoever cries first, loses " Draco declared.

" We both know who's it gonna be " Harry boasted.

Draco rolled his eyes " we'll see Potter"

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" Are they both really crying over 10 things I hate about you ?" Pansy asked Ron who was standing beside him watching Harry and Draco cry in each other's arms like babies.

" Apparently Heath ledger gets to them " Ron mumbled eating another one of the cashew nut.

" Do you think they knew we're here ?" She asked again.

" Nah " Ron shook his head " They won't know for another hour. At least not until after they're done crying over Heath ledger"

" So supposedly if we steal all their money-"

" Nope. Never" Ron frowns.

Pansy nodded impressed and picked on another cashew nut and eating it away.

Sorry this is short but I had done so much writing today that I'm tired.

Day 25- More than black boxes || Day 27- the usual banters

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So incredibly happy to finally bring this out in the open. We have been working on this fic for over a month and i'm so so proud of both of us (more you than me@drarrywords ) we've put out time and dedication into this special fic and my dear friend have really out done herself. I actually can't believe it's out and more so I can't believe you're all gonna be able to read it. Thank you @drarrywords for collaborating with me, it has been a heaven working with you.

Here's to All Too Well 🥂.

More parts coming very soon.

Much love..x

All Too Well

this fic is written in collaboration by @drarrywords and @sorry-i-ship-drarry on an anon request

Part One (8.1K words)

“Because when you are in love, you understand love songs, you understand the beauty of kisses, of slow dances in the kitchen. But you understand heartbreaks too, the voids that one can leave that you want to fill with their voice, the memories you share with them. It’s beautiful, but it can ruin you.”

The first date might not be the most beautiful, oh-so perfect story that concludes with the softest kiss that lights up the corners of your heart. It’s too mainstream, too normal. Since when was a first date with him normal? But it’s a story that he cherishes in his heart because to him, it’s perfect, it’s beautiful.

It’s a Thursday night, the city lights reflecting off the sky: orange tinted clouds that press the summer heat against the sidewalks like a flower between the pages of a book.

Harry walks the length of the floor of his apartment with whiskey in his hand and wonders, with what amounts to only mild interest, if he is about to be stood up by his date.

So, now he had to be in his house with his cat who wasn’t too fond of him.

He isn’t sure why he had said yes. It was a surprise to him too. But at the time, he had said yes because he had wanted to. It was possible, however, that he might’ve said yes because he was out of his mind. Yes, that must be it.

The night before, he had told himself that the date would be a bit of an excitement, different from his routine and not more.

His mind traces back to the way Draco had said: I want to take you out on a date with that soft smile, a touch nervous. So, if he couldn’t form coherent, sensible sentences, it was Draco’s fault. But, he said a simple ‘yes’. It was a feat in itself that he didn’t stutter. But with the relief on Draco’s face, it was clear that he was as nervous about it as Harry was. More so.

He had, however, insisted that he do the reservations and the two of them had decided that Draco would come over to his place first because there was a chance that Draco might have to stay back at work.

He had called for a reservation at a fancy restaurant on that day itself, selected a date outfit of a navy blue dinner jacket and a white shirt that fit his form well. But it had been a waste because Draco had stood him up.

He was one hour late to the date so it was fair to assume that he was struck at work. Or that he had decided that Harry wasn’t worth his time (he had a low self esteem).

His cat was on a new mission for the night: ruin the couch, the pillows and cause more destruction in the house. He adores her with his heart and soul but she is such a menace, “Bella, can you not tear the new pillows to shreds and behave because if he does show up, I don’t want the house to be in a bad state.”

It startles him when the buzzer sounds at the front door.

More so when Draco hurtles through the door.

Draco’s blond hair is ruffled, small strands on his forehead. His chest rises and falls rapidly under his black shirt, a light sheen of perspiration on his face. He waves his hand at him in a way that Harry shouldn’t find half as adorable as he does.

“I’m so sorry, I had to stay back and finish some paperwork.”

The relief when you’re not stood up by your date is different. So he could find it in himself to forgive Draco for once. Sure, he wasn’t on time but it’s better late than never, “No, it’s - you’re here now, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but I’m sorry.”

“Oh, don’t be.”

Bella curls up on the sofa and meows at him. She stretches with a yawn and buries herself into it. He strokes her fur, proud of her because she had left his pillows intact for once.

Draco closes the door with a soft thud. He paces over to him, a hand in the pocket of his trousers. It’s too much of a distraction, to be honest. Because Draco is - ethereal in that outfit of his.

Harry takes the final sip of his whiskey. So now, he has a date. A hot, ethereal, handsome date. He is more nervous about the date than he thinks because he almost fumbles with his glass before he places it down. But he isn’t sure he is so tense. It was new to him, “So, dinner?”

“Yeah, dinner sounds fantastic but I have a gift for you before we leave - brace yourself, don’t throw the nearest object at me when you open it.” He takes out a small blue box out of his pocket and holds it out to him, “Wear it to our date though.”

Harry takes the said box from his hand. He turns it over once and opens it. He can’t wear this on his first date to such a posh restaurant. In retrospect, he wants to throw the nearest object at him. Or this box for that matter, “Oh, you can’t be serious.”

“I’m serious, I dare you to wear that to our date tonight to that restaurant.”

It’s one of Draco’s most brilliant creations which Harry wasn’t too fond of, to be honest. The badges he created in the fourth year in the Triwizard Tournament. Such a charmer. The blond inches closer to him and taps on the badge. It turns from ‘Potter Stinks’ to read: ‘But he is hot.”

A delicate blush blossoms across his cheeks.

Draco scrunches his nose as he takes the badge from his hand and pins it on the top of his chest. So now, Harry has no choice but to wear it. So be it. “Isn’t it a fantastic gift? I modified it so that you don’t cancel this date but it’s true, you’re hot.”

“Says you. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

Harry curses under his breath.

He wants the floor to open up and swallow him. Or disappear. Who says that on the first date? It was true but if he went on to describe his magnificence, he might write a poem about it and embarrass himself further because it might be a task to take his eyes off Draco tonight.

“Mm, creative.”

“No, it’s not and before I do more of that, we should head out for dinner.”

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The restaurant was on West 13th and 3rd, near a records store.

It was an Italian restaurant. He would’ve chosen a wizarding restaurant but it has been a while since he has been out in public there. He does not wish to be on the front page of the prophet because he was there more often than not.

He wasn’t too fond of being the topic of the conversation for weeks because people were more invested in his personal life than their own. But then again, what was the alternative? So, he remains out of the public eye instead.

A faint light falls over his eyes.

Harry thought of what colour they might be away from the shadows and artificial lights of the restaurant. Now that was a bad sign. You don’t wonder about the colour of someone’s eyes for no reason. It’s sort of close to a small crush if you do.

“You can’t be serious,” Harry says. He refuses to believe that. It can’t be true. Because no one has Mean Girls as their favorite movie. Doesn’t matter if it’s a personal preference, “Draco, no.”

“Or the notebook, that one is brilliant.”

“Mm, now that is a brilliant movie but I cry whenever I watch it so I would rule that out too. But to be honest, out of the movies that came out this year, Spiderman 2 was the best.”

“Debatable stance.”

Harry scoffs, because there is no way he will take criticism for that movie, “It’s not debatable, it was the best movie. It has romance, perfect action sequences and an excellent storyline so I’m 99.9 percent sure you share the same opinion.”

“No, we don’t have the same opinion on that movie.”

“I won’t take a movie critic from someone who’s favorite movie is Mean Girls and sure, why wouldn’t it be your favorite movie? It’s so you - you’re mean, you’re such a Regina George.”

Draco arches a brow, “Oh? No, I’m sure why Spiderman 2 is your favorite movie because it’s about a spider who is in some sort of trouble within the first two seconds because his survival instincts are of a kitten on crack - sound familiar?”

Yes, it sounds familiar. Who here is a) the chosen one b) had to save the world because he had superpowers (he did not have superpowers as such but the villain thought it would be cool to traumatize a child and turn him into a horcrux) c) had such top-tier survival instincts - Oh, wait. It’s him, “I’m sorry if I prefer a fight over a blonde barbie being mean, Draco.”

“I’m sorry if I prefer the said blond barbie over someone who was bitten by an unstable crime-fighting spider who shoots webs out of his hands and chooses to cope with half the problems in his life with humor or sarcasm.”

“Ouch, that is such an indirect way to say that you don’t like me.”

It elicits a boisterous, carefree laugh out of Draco and well - shit. Half an hour into the date and a pretty smile, and Harry was singing like a lovable urchin on a barricade in France. Oh fuck, this was the sort of stuff that ended up in the papers.

“Oh no, I do. Sarcastic brunettes with pretty green eyes and glasses and have an incredible amount of sass are the ones I’m attracted to the most.”

A delicate blush blossoms across his cheeks.

So, he has pretty eyes.

Oh, what a time to be alive.

He couldn’t sound much confident in return (it’s the nerves) or flirt, for that matter. But before he can come up with a response, a waiter walks up to their table, “Good evening, I’m Jacques - what would you like to drink today?”

Harry skims through the wine list, relieved that he can conceal the faint line of pink on his face for now. He could only hope that the nervousness wouldn’t clamber to climb out of him in static bursts of magic, “What is the best red wine you have?”

“I would recommend the Domaine Loubejac Pinot Noir, sir.”

“Sounds brilliant, we’ll have that please.” Draco says, as he hands him back his own wine list, a trace of faint amusement in his eyes at his reaction, his mouth curved into one of his self-satisfied smirks, “we’ll take the bottle, yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.” It was the most he could muster in that moment because that smirk causes his heartbeat to quicken in his chest and he can’t so much sort out the thoughts in his head, “that sounds brilliant.”

“I’ll be right back with your drinks, Sir.”

Draco nods, “I thought that you would choose some other place for our date and not a posh restaurant. A movie or a park or a bookstore date but you never cease to surprise me.”

Not the best options for a first date though.

Harry brushes a strand of hair out of his face, “We don’t share the same taste in movies, we’re not that old yet to have a date in the park and a bookstore sounds brilliant but I didn’t consider that.”

“Maybe our second date can be in a bookstore.”

If his heart fails to function right now, it will be Draco’s fault.

No, because he would love that date. It sounds much better than a posh restaurant because it’s ten times better. It was too domestic but while he was on that topic, might as well have that second date in a bookstore instead, “Yeah, yeah I would love that because I want to buy some books so -”

“Since when do you read?”

“I read more often than not, why does that surprise you?” He says as Jacques comes over to the table with a bottle of wine and holds it out for him to read the label.

“Would you like to taste it before you purchase the bottle, Sir?”

“Oh, sure but he would be a better wine taster than I am.”

The waiter nods and uncorks the bottle, pouring a teaspoon size portion into Draco’s wine glass. Draco picks up the glass and swirls it around and inhales it before he sips it, “Oh, yeah it’s perfect.”

“I’ll be here whenever you’re ready to order.” Jacques says while he pours the wine into the glasses, places the bottle in the middle of the table before he paces over to the other side.

Harry swirls his own drink around, takes a sip while he tilts his head back and the sweet, oaky liquid spreads out over his tongue. Yeah, it’s perfect. But he doesn’t have wine too often.

Draco flips through the menu, his nose scrunched up in the way it is when he reads. Harry decides to not focus on that (adorable) nose scrunch and pretends to be interested in his own menu instead. He has several options and he is somewhat indecisive. It’s hard to choose.

It isn’t the place he prefers but he doesn’t mind that since his date is rather proper and he wants it to be right.

If he is honest with himself, he should’ve chosen a better place.

Harry sneaks a glance at Draco from behind his menu and catches a hint of a smile on his face. He is rather cute when he smiles, with those dimples and the soft light in his warm eyes, “Harry?”

“I’m sorry, what?”

Draco takes a sip of his wine, “Say, if we were to ditch the restaurant and instead, take our date somewhere other than here to a place that you and I both find better, would you be open to that idea?”

Shit, perhaps Draco can sense his discomfort. Now, he isn’t sure if he can form an articulate sentence but yes, if he has the choice, he would much rather be somewhere other than here, “I - can you read minds?”

He closes the menu and places it in front of him, “No, I’m not a mind reader but I’m observant and Harry, it was thoughtful of you to choose the most fanciest restaurant here, you have impeccable taste but I can sense that you’re out of your element here. So, if you want to take our date to some other place, there is a bookstore down the street that you might love.”

Harry has a burst of fondness in his chest; it’s like a small explosion which is pleasant but it startles him too.

But the reason he chose such a posh restaurant is because he wanted the date to be perfect and now, a bookstore would sort of be a bust but he would prefer that over a mainstream restaurant date, “Oh, I wouldn’t mind that, by the way. Bookstores are perfect, no matter what the occasion. I live and breathe books, so don’t overthink it, Harry.”

Harry fishes out his wallet and places the money for the wine on the table (more than he should) and stands up and holds out his arm to Draco in faint amusement, “So, shall we?”

It elicits a soft laugh out of him.

Draco straightens up and curls his fingers around his arm and the two of them head out of the restaurant, off to that bookstore down the street. Though it was sort of far, it was perfect to walk on a summer night with the beautiful city lights, the warm air and Draco’s hand around his arm.

“Thank you for that, it was a fantastic choice but for future reference, you don’t have to choose places that you aren’t comfortable in for me.”

“I wanted it to be perfect.” Harry says. Perhaps, he has placed a lot of power in Draco’s hand but he found himself possessed by an impulse to be honest with him, “Oh, did I seem too - I’m sorry.”

Though he wishes he could hold himself back, words come out of his mouth in a rush, “I wish that it could’ve been better and that we didn’t have to leave because I’m so - nervous for no reason and you’re - oh, you’re brilliant.”

“What?”

Harry turns to him, stricken, and thinks that he has it wrong once more. “No, I was the one who was half an hour late to out date and you must’ve thought that I stood you up and you wore that badge because I wanted you to which was sort of too much and I’m sorry that I was such an -”

“Oh no, don’t be sorry for that, it’s one of your most brilliant creations and I can’t not wear it and you said that I’m hot in a suit so I have to show off.”

Draco tips his head back and laughs and it was the most beautiful sound he has heard.

No one has to be sorry.

Not tonight.

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A soft music drifts in the store.

Harry was on the floor with Draco in the corner, on a soft carpet, with several romance novels open in front of them.

The two of them had decided to play a small game to amuse themselves.

You had to skim through the books and read the dirtiest line out loud. So far, it was 2-0 because Draco had only read the most romantic, beautiful lines so far. “Oh, hear this out - what is love? Oh, we have different definitions for that word. But where most of us search for our own definitions, I found mine - it’s him.”

Harry lifts his brows, “So profound but you misunderstand the point of our game, we have to read the dirtiest line - for instance, why doesn’t your mouth work? Now, that is one more point for me, you are a loser and I swear, if you read one more line from Romeo and Juliet, I will cry.”

“But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

“I will throw that book out of the window.”

“Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy. I take thee at my word,” Draco whispers in a soft voice with a small smirk (which causes those small bursts of fondness in his chest once more), “call me but love and I’ll be new baptized.”

“No comments on the fact that I said you’re a loser?”

“No, none but here, I found one: I want to come but the decision has been quite hard on me - now that is one point for me and here is one more - I found a position that I like, that is two points and he took it better than I thought which makes it three.”

The fact that he called him a loser must’ve struck a nerve.

Harry covers his face with a book to hide his futile attempts to conceal his laugh but Draco takes the book from his hand with a scoff, “Harry, you have the dirtiest mind, I swear.”

“As if yours isn’t.”

“Debatable stance,” Draco inches closer to him with a book in his hand, his features much softer now and a breath caught in his throat with a touch of hesitance in his voice as he says, “do you want to read together?”

“If that isn’t Romeo and Juliet, yes.”

“No it’s not, don’t worry.” Draco rests his head on his shoulder with a soft sigh, the book in his hand while he reads out the first chapter in his poshest voice and it didn’t matter what the storyline was but the fact that he can bask in Draco’s presence in a bookstore on a summer night was the most beautiful place to be.

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The warm light of the sun filters into the room through the cracks in the blinds and casts subtle shadows over the room. It cascades over Draco and that adds a beautiful colour to his moonlight-pale skin. Golden. He reaches out and trails his fingers over his bare back, over the smooth skin.

Harry retracts his hand, a small knot forming in his throat.

“Good morning,” Draco whispers as turns over to the side to face him, his warm, silver eyes much softer now. The flecks of blue in his eyes were visible too.

He can’t resist the small smile that threatens to form on his face.

“Oh, what time is it?”

Harry casts a tempus without his wand (sometimes he is shallow and wants to show off) and it reads 7:40 AM, which surprises him because he hasn’t slept that well for a month which is because his mind tends to wake him up with nightmares. But it’s the first night that Draco spent with him, so that might be the reason he slept well and didn’t wake up because of a nightmare.

“Can I tell you a secret?”

The suddenness of it startles him but he nods once he recovers from it.

But Draco seems somewhat hesitant now and it might be because he said it in the spur of the moment. It was understandable because he did that often himself, “It’s that - this is the best sleep I’ve had in a while.”

It was mutual.

“Same.”

“Since I told you mine, why don’t you tell me one of your secrets?”

A frown creases his forehead. He did have secrets but he couldn’t voice them out-loud. It wouldn’t be a secret if he did. He isn’t ready to do so, “But what kind of a secret?”

“Any kind.”

It’s soft next to you, it’s safe if I come close. Because there must be a destiny here, in your hands. When you walk in, my heart beats in a different way. The corner of your smile, the one towards me when you’re in the driver’s seat, the way it lifts when you look over me - it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen the stars like the one in your eyes.

“I don’t have secrets, Draco.”

“Oh no, we all have secrets of our own.”

You’re in the thoughts or the dreams that I have. I’ve learnt the slant of your brow, the sound of your voice, the rhythm of your steps and your scent. I would know you in other universes too, without a doubt. I would find you. I would choose you in a thousand lifetimes.

“If you insist, here is a secret: I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

Of crowds, of dark places and of isolation and of you. I don’t want to lose you and I don’t want you to break my heart. It’s yours to break but I want you to love it, to keep it safe, to keep it with you forever.

“Of those balloons which have a smiley face on them.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“No, I’m serious - it’s not a pretty smile because it haunts me.”

“Tell me one more.”

I love you.

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Draco closes the door of the car behind him with a loud thud, which reverberates in the silence of the night. He tilts his head up at the sky, breathes a slow breath, "It's your fault, you wanted to take this route because you thought it would be adventurous and now, we're in the middle of nowhere and our car broke down."

He decides to chime in with a quip to lighten the situation, which might've not been the best idea but he can't fix the car or do much here, "It is adventurous, we're in the middle of nowhere."

He receives one of Draco's most infamous stares but it's somewhat half-hearted, which translates to a silent treatment. But it would only ruin the night for the two of them. "Draco, I'm sorry."

But sorry doesn't cut it.

"No, you're not sorry, Harry."

Harry slides in next to him, interlaces his fingers with Draco's but Draco pulls his hand back and crosses his arms over his chest. It was worth a shot, but he has to do more than that if he wants Draco to break his silence and there is a chance it might not work.

"I - fine, I'm not sorry, Draco."

He breathes out a small breath and it forms a cloud of cold air in front of him. The scene out here is beautiful. Infinite stars cover the night sky. The moon illuminates the water below, over the serene waves that crash over the shore.

"Do you remember when we said we wouldn't do anniversaries?"

Because he remembers it well.

"You said you didn't understand the concept of anniversaries, of the celebration of love but in the first month, you went out of your way to recite those lines from Romeo and Juliet that you did in the bookstore on the night of our first date.

We danced in the kitchen in the refrigerator light on our favorite song and now it's our tradition to dance to it on our anniversaries.

You gifted me a poem that you had written for me and that badge in that blue box once more, but it said 'I love you, you stubborn pain in the ass' instead of what it said before because you weren't sure if you could've said it out-loud for the first time. But you did. You did when we were in bed that night, when I told you to teach me some phrases in French and the first words you taught me were Je T’aime which translates to ``I love you.”

It was one of his fondest memories of them.

"Oh, love," Harry leans closer and whispers into his ear, well aware of the fact that Draco has a weakness for that endearment (sometimes he is sort of shallow), "It's beautiful out here and more so because I'm here with you. So no, I'm not sorry that I chose to take the other route instead because you and I - we're here together."

He can sense that he has made some sort of a breakthrough here.

He turns to stand in front of Draco, with a small, apologetic smile.

"But I'm sorry that I ruined your plans for the night." He places his hands over Draco's own and rubs small circles on his forearm before he uncrosses them and to his utmost surprise, Draco doesn't resist.

He cradles Draco's hand on his own and places a small kiss on the back of his hand, "Hear me out, Juliet?"

Now, he has but one chance.

“But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

One more kiss on his forehead. “Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy.”

“I take thou at my word.” He trails his hands down to Draco's waist while he pecks his eyelids, his cheeks and the tip of his nose, which turns into a rich shade of crimson. He can't decide if it's because of the cold or not.

“Call me but love and I'll be new baptized.”

Draco resists the smile that threatens to form on his face, but it's sort of a futile attempt, "It's thee not thou."

"I said that on purpose, Juliet." Harry has a soft smile of his own on his face while a familiar warmth curls up in his chest.

It elicits a soft laugh out of him.

Draco's arms curl around him as he pulls Harry into a tight embrace, his face buried in his neck, "I'm sorry, I don't want to ruin it. Our anniversaries, it matters to both of us and I don't - I want it to be perfect."

Harry places a kiss on the top of his head, holds him close for a moment before he whispers, "It is perfect, I'm with you - what more do I want?"

He receives a light shove from Draco, "Now, don't be such a sap, no more sentiments."

His laugh filters out and he finds himself to be entranced by Draco's features once more, by the soft, silver eyes and the slight slant of his brow and that fond smile.

"Dance with me, Juliet?" Harry reaches up and pressed his hand against Draco's cheek, his brown bejeweled fingers a contrast to Draco's moonlight pale skin. Draco turns his face into the curve of his palm and kisses it.

"No, not if you call me Juliet and you can't dance well."

"I can dance better than you now, I've taught myself to be better than I was before." He says with a soft laugh while he leads Draco by the hand, closer to the water.

The moonlight soothes the beach into a soft, vibrant blue. The noise of the waves crashing the sand, the slight murmur of the wind.

Draco dips his head forward. Harry stays there - he has become a master at that by now - but his face heats up, "Prove it, Potter."

But Draco's hand is back on his waist and he pulls Harry close without warning and his hands are on Draco's shoulder and their hands are intertwined, "Who said you could lead, Malfoy?"

"Harry, you and I both know that you can't lead a dance, but you lead well in the bedroom when we-"

"Not now, Draco - don't do this to me." His movements are mismatched and he misses the four oh-so obvious beats that he has been counting in his head.

"You said you can dance."

"It's a warm up, the point stands."

Draco moves with more precision now with a rhythm in his head that Harry can't follow. Or figure out, for that matter. He stumbles, trips over his own feet and Draco's feet, "You're worse than before."

"By all means, teach me to dance."

"You dance in the beats of four - one, two, three, four," Draco demonstrates as he drags Harry around the area and because of the sand, it was sort of hard to follow him, "It's a box."

"It's not a box, it's more than that."

Draco places a finger underneath his chin and tilts his head up, his smile a touch hesitant and soft, "Move with me, yeah?"

So he does.

Draco leans forward, his mouth over his ear and starts to sing a song, under his breath so that Harry can make out the words and his own movements are swift now. It was a waltz, slow and sweeping and romantic in a way that made his heart almost flutter.

"Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby."

It's that one time throughout the day when he wants time to cease and be here forever.

"People say that love's a game, a game you just can't win

If there's a way, I'll find it someday

And this fool will rush in."

Harry closes his eyes, leans his head against Draco's as the words wash over him.

Yes, it isn't one of the best ways to spend such an occasion but for now and to him, it's perfect because he is with Draco and with him, it's a beautiful, rose-colored world.

"Put your head on my shoulder

whisper in my ear, baby

words I want to hear, baby."

In all, it wasn't the worst way to spend one of your anniversaries, stranded in a beautiful place with your partner because your car broke down and you don't have a spare tire or a charm to fix it. Not the best, but it's not the worst. It's a fine line, "Oh, did I mention that I'm a fool for you, sweetheart?"

Draco dips him once more and holds him there only for a second, "You mentioned that several times over the month, yes."

"Brilliant, did I mention that I love you?"

"One hundred and four times this month, to be precise - voicemails and post-it notes and drunk confessions considered."

Draco slows down and brings their steps to a halt. He stands there for a moment while Harry leans on him more than he supports his own weight, "Oh, for the - why do you have to mention those drunk confessions of love?"

"No, I must mention the drunk confessions because you wanted to publish an article in the newspaper to proclaim your love for me."

"It's on the new to-do list of the year, I will do that one day."

"So, Harry - out of curiosity, is there a chance that I might be in that to-do list of yours?"

"You wish but there was one more task on the said to-do list and I suppose it's time to cross that off now."

Draco arches a thin, pale brow towards him, "One more task - wait, do you plan to propose tonight because if you do I -"

"I - what? No? What? No, I don't."

"Oh, I - I thought you were - I'm sorry, I'm not sure why that was the first thought that occurred to me."

Harry hums, "No, there is no proposal tonight and if there was, I'm sure I wouldn't've been so discreet about it and that you would've pieced it together for sure."

"True story."

"But, I have a gift for you and yes, I know we said we wouldn't do gifts on our anniversaries either but I couldn't resist so here," He takes off the concealment charm on the box which now rests in his hand and holds it out to Draco, "but be careful, it's delicate."

"But Harry, we said no gifts on our future anniversaries."

Harry kisses the back of Draco's hand, turns it over, places the box in his palm and encloses his fingers around it. "Yeah, yeah we did but don't consider this one, consider the anniversaries after this one."

"But why?"

"Because I love you?"

"Oh, you and I both know that isn't the reason, Harry."

"I - fine, do you remember when we went to Japan for a trip, I gifted you an omamori charm for luck and protection and you said that no one has done something so thoughtful for you before?"

"Yes, I remember that and I said that Tokyo had turned you into an absolute sentimental idiot, too."

"Oh, if I'm such a sentimental idiot, why do you have the omamori charm with you now?"

"Harry, I carry it with me everyday."

"You - wait, why?"

Draco softens as he takes out the said charm, turns it over in his hand. It's blue with a small inscription on it, "Because it reminds of that thoughtful gesture. Because whenever we have a fight, it reminds me of that time in Tokyo when you bought this charm for me and thought that I didn't notice. Because it reminds me of you."

A knot forms in his throat.

Harry caresses Draco's cheekbone with his thumb while pressing their foreheads together as he whispers, "You're more sentimental than I am, for the record."

"Now, that is a discussion for the near future because the point stands, you're more sentimental and we'll take our friends' opinions into consideration, which, by the way will be -"

Harry places his palm over Draco's mouth to cease his incessant ramble because now isn't the time to discuss who is a sentimental one here, "Open the gift, will you?"

Draco swats his hand, "You could've chosen to kiss me instead but no, this is what you decide to do to shut me up."

"I'll return your gift."

"No, wait, I'll open it but don't you dare threaten to return it, Potter."

Draco breathes a slow breath and small nose scrunch, he opens the box which elicits a soft gasp out of him. Not that Draco had mentioned that he wanted that but Harry is observant when it comes to him. But Draco doesn't treat himself with such gifts and Harry has to do it for him instead since self-love is a concept that is somewhat of a sensitive subject with Draco, "I - wait, is this the -"

"The watch you've wanted for months? Yes, it is."

Draco traces his fingertips over the dial, the corners of his mouth curving into a delicate smile, "It's - it's beautiful."

"Turn it over."

On the back of the watch is an inscription. He did consider fifty four options, to be precise before he decided on the one engraved on the watch. Yes, it was simple, but it was significant, "We can have it all?"

"Yes, we can have more bookstore dates where you and I read lines from romance novels or Romeo and Juliet, in your case. We can have trips to new cities, new counties and we can fall in love more and more in the new places. We can have nights where you paint while I read out your favorite poems to you. Or blanket fort nights. We can watch sunsets together, we can be under the night sky and select our favorite stars. We can dance to our song in the kitchen in the refrigerator light. We can have more of our anniversaries, more of our movie nights and the fights that we have when we have to choose a movie, we - we can have it all."

The tears in the corner of Draco's eyes are visible and he can hear the slight tremor in Draco's voice when he manages to whisper one word with some trouble, "Profound."

"Draco, love - do you want to cry?"

"I - you can't be -" Draco clutches the watch tighter in his hand, words struck there, soft whispers of them in the space in between the two in the silence, "you're serious, yeah because if you're not I -"

Harry places his hand underneath Draco's chin, "Yes, I'm one hundred percent serious, love. I want to have it all and more with you."

He presses Draco into his chest and Draco's hand clutches fistfuls of his shirt, the watch held tight in the other. It must be heaven because his body hums. He can't catch his breath or manage to form a sentence but he takes pride in that because it's the first time that he has rendered Draco speechless, "I can't believe you."

"Why, don't you want that?"

"I - no, yes - wait, yes I want it all with you, too."

It's one of those moments where you're sure that the stars and the planets must've aligned themselves because this is where you were meant to be.

So here he was.

“We can have it all.”

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The pictures are on the coffee table in front of him, some of them scattered and some in photo albums. He has a black leather-bound album in his own hand, an inscription in french on it that translates to our baby munchkin.

"So, he was such a crybaby, he would cry for hours and hours and because it would endear Narcissa so much, there will be several pictures of him crying in here."

Harry opens the album and sure, the first picture of the said munchkin is swollen eyes, tears on his cheeks and a red nose, "No difference now, he remains the crybaby he was or more so - we tolerate him though."

"No doubt, no doubt, he will remain a crybaby no matter what."

Narcissa sends a half-hearted stare towards her husband, "You both trouble him too much when you're together - is that the only common ground you can find?"

"Oh, thank you, mum." Draco sends a cold stare of his own towards Harry but it doesn't hold the intended effect because he is immune to them by now, "But if you do more of that, father, I swear -"

"What will you do? Cry?"

"No, if you do more of that, Harry and I will not visit you two."

Lucius turns over the page and shows him one more picture of Draco on Christmas with a small maroon sweater, the soft light of the tree on him, "Harry, you can come here whenever you want to and without this crybaby, if you will."

"Harry won't come here without me."

"I will."

"No, you won't."

"Yes, I will and you were a cute baby by the way but who cries on Christmas?"

"Narcissa and I decorated the tree without him and he did not take that too well so he decided to cry for an hour."

Narcissa is far too amused by now to so much as take Draco's side now, "Oh, yes and we had to take down the decorations because he wanted his ornament to be the first one on there - a crybaby, indeed."

"I wasn't that bad."

"No, from what Lucius and Narcissa told me, you were much worse."

"Yeah, your mother wanted to cast a 'silencio' on you once because your crying wouldn't cease and I was on her side but I thought we should be more patient."

"I - father, no."

The banter went on for a while.

The album had more pictures, too. Draco on his first toy broomstick, in the kitchen with Lucius and Narcissa, one where Draco is opening his presents, more pictures of them together and those pictures had stories.

But there was one more story to the last picture in the album.

It was one of Harry with the other three on Christmas, near the fireplace in sweaters where the four of them are invested in cards and he can't recall when it was taken but below that, in Lucius' elegant cursive are the words: Our family Christmas, 2004.

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“It's said that when you're in love, to you, it's a gift beyond measure and that love paints your skies in the most vibrant colors and fills it with the most brightest stars.

But love instills a fear in you, that hides in the small corners of your heart. You might not realize it, but it's there. It threatens to shatter your heart, threatens to leave your skies colourless and without those stars.

Because what do you do with a sky that loses it's stars and colours?

What do you do with a heart that loses the one it loves?”

The truth is, you can’t locate the exact moment such a fear threatens you for the first time because there are several of those and for him, it’s no different.

It could be one of those drives where the two of them would be out of town together to their safe haven. Or it could be that one night in the back of the car when his fingers had walked in his hand.

Or the night Draco had taught him the names of the stars and the constellations, the night when he had told Harry of his favorite stars in the sky.

Or it was now.

“So, I read that there is an area of space that is devoid of galaxies and it’s called the Eridanus supervoid which is one billion light years across and there are theories that it is the imprint of a parallel universe.”

Draco reads such theories more often than not. A month ago, he went on this site on the internet which convinced him that humans live in stimulation and decided to mention whatever he had read on date night and that had screwed with his head for weeks. But it endears him so he hears him out, “A parallel universe?”

“Yes, and our universes can’t meet and if we were to reach the said parallel universe, our own selves in that universe will reach our universe too.”

“So, we can’t meet our parallel universe selves?”

“No, because if it’s a parallel universe, the occurrence of events there must be the same - so if we’re here on the rooftop at the moment, our parallel universe selves might be on the same rooftop, in the middle of the same conversation.”

“Debatable, I’ve read that there are absolute points in time which must remain the same in a timeline of a certain universe - so, what if that absolute point in the timeline of the parallel universe isn’t the same as ours?”

“But, it has to be because it’s a parallel universe and if it isn’t, wouldn’t that be an alternate dimension or an alternate timeline instead?”

“Mm, true.”

He stares into the sky in front of him, a sky with an absence of stars because of the light or air pollution of the cities. He can count the stars in the sky here - there are fifteen stars in the sky and it’s not much. Because there was a time where it would take nights for him to count the stars in the sky.

“So, do you suppose there is an alternate universe where I stay here with you, in a universe where we can have it all together and in a universe where I don’t have to move 6884.9 miles from you?”

It will be a rose-colored universe if it exists. He wishes that was his timeline because he is that selfish. A timeline where Draco stays with him, a timeline where the two of them can have it all. But it isn’t and now, he has to live with that. “I suppose there is.”

“It could be our universe, we can make it ours.”

“Do you want to make it ours, Draco?” Harry whispers into the night as Draco lays on the rooftop by his side. He hears him shift so that he can look at Harry, and he mirrors him.

Draco pushes himself up on an elbow so that he can look down at him, a trace of sadness on his face and his voice a soft whisper as he says, “Harry, I would rewrite the stars to make that universe ours but on a more realistic note - I wish we could.”

Harry turns his head to the other side, tears on the corners of his eyes. Might as well have the conversation that is overdue, “So, what will that entail for us?”

“I don’t want to break up.”

Harry wishes he didn’t need so much of him but he does because now, he has so much to lose and it renders him defenseless, “It might not work out between us with the distance.”

“Harry, I can have that heart of mine break a thousand times over if it’s you who breaks it but for once, for the both of us, don’t break it.”

The fairy lights along the edge of the roof casts a faint light over his moonlight-pale skin and his heart clenches in his chest. He wants to remember this forever, the way these lights dance over his skin, the way it adds more colour, “I don’t want to break your heart or mine.”

“But?”

Harry reaches out and places a hand on his cheeks, “But you won’t stay here and yes, I don’t want you to stay here because of me but the prospect of this new distance between us - it’s hard to process and it might break our hearts soon. You were a constant throughout the years but now, you won’t be here, you won’t be with me and when you move, you’ll take a piece of my heart with you.”

“So, I’ll leave a piece of mine with you.”

Draco removes the ring that he wears around his neck with a pearl white stone on it, the one that is in a delicate silver chain. “It’s a birthstone ring, mine is a moonstone and it’s tradition that we wear it over our hearts and if you hand it over to your partner, you hand over a piece of your heart to them and so, here is a piece of mine - it’s yours. Yours to break, yours to love.”

A knot forms in his throat.

Draco places the chain with the said moonstone ring in the palm of his hand. It’s a piece of his heart in his hand, “It’s yours, but promise me that you won’t break it.”

“Cross my heart.”

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Part Two

All Too Well

This fic is written in collaboration by @sorry-i-ship-drarry and @drarrywords on an anon request

~ Part one available here!

Part Two (8.2k words)

TW ⚠️- mild angst

“When we talk about love, we say falling in love, we never say rising in love because perhaps love isn’t about rising at all. Because maybe when you fall in love, you realise there’s so many miles to fall in and you don’t know how much more you can fall, It’s like an endless myriad and you’re scared to see its depth because you know it can kill you. Maybe that’s why we fear love, maybe that’s why some of us don’t want to fall in love but those who do, do they ever come back once they’ve reached the end or do they remain waiting for the one they fell for to take them back up or do they remain stuck there forever until the they are left with nothing but the bones of a skeleton? Or is it so that they come back and they wait for the void to fill in?”

It was easier to pretend it didn’t ache him anymore than it did on the night Draco first confessed that he needed to move away. It worked very well as he liked to put it with any random stranger he’d start talking to because he didn’t want to sound like an insane clingy boyfriend who could not be away for so long but it did hurt when he’d stay up by the phone waiting for him to call like he promised he would. He remembers the day very vividly in his head when he had said that they should perhaps do long distance relationship because he didn’t want to end whatever it was because it was entirely too good to end, because they made more sense to Draco than anything ever had in his entire life and he wasn’t willing to give up trying to make it work and despite that Harry agreed, he knew his fears called him home very often. 

He stays by the dialler, waiting for it to ring back like he had promised he would but it had been 45 minutes and Harry was still waiting by the phone reading the new article in the witch weekly on the new advanced broom and all that there is to know of it, he might’ve even read the article 3 more times because he lost track a few times until he was finally done reading the article and turned his head to look at the watch on his wrist and he sighed. He flipped the page reading another headline about the new furniture that was too comfortable for the elderly when the phone suddenly rang and he immediately picked up. 

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how mad are you at me for keeping you on hold for 55 minutes and 7 seconds ?” He asked from the other end and with every word his shuffling deceased as if he was shutting everything off so he could just be with Harry. 

Harry’s face dissolved into a small smile as he was finally able to hear his voice and all that he previously thought of this whole thing evaporated in thin air “How about I say a 3 to 4-ish ?” 

“Then I would say that if I were there I’d fix it 3 to 4-ish times to make it up to you” the smirk was entirely too clear in his voice and Harry blushed even though he knew his boyfriend couldn’t see him. 

Then came a sigh “I’m sorry- I know its all hard but I try my best to make time for you as much as possible” 

Harry’s heart filled with guilt doodling on the corner of the magazine on his lap “ I understand- you don’t have to be sorry for anything, I’m proud of what you’re doing there and you know your happiness is my happiness” 

“But it still doesn’t give me an excuse-”  a breath “I wish it all were easier or I was there to just be with you for just one night or just one day- maybe just an hour just so I could be there with you” 

Harry smiled to himself tugging the phone closer to his ear “It’s okay- Maybe we will meet soon and when you do come back, we’ll have the best time” 

There was pause too long as if he was contemplating something but was still there because his breathing could still be heard very vividly and then he said “Maybe we will meet soon ” 

Harry smiled again and then forgot all about the distance and finally asked how his day was and Draco went to town mimicking and imitating a few of the people who worked under him and then exhaustingly went on about how stupid those people were and Harry but all laughed at most of it. Draco loved his laugh, as he always did. 

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Days turned into a couple of weeks and their calls became so much more frequent than they had been before, like there was an urgent need to hear others' voices as if, if they didn't, their universe would implode. Some days they talked so much that one day Harry almost got threatened by his boss to look after the pets or he’ll lose his job and despite the fact that he did end up terminating the call, they called each other again an hour later just because they couldn’t end it with an ‘I Love You’. Harry got overtime as obvious.

“ So yeah-you were saying- sorry that stupid menace of my cat thought ruining the pillow again would be an entire dream- you were saying-talking about time” Harry sighed 

“Yeah- I love Bella though. Anyways I was talking about how time is a social construct. We perceive it as a motion through space, if motion ceases, time ceases as well. That’s why we call a photograph a snapshot in time, isn’t it- because that moment gets locked forever not just in photographs but in time as well- are you still there?” Draco interrupted himself in between fearing that Harry’s line got cut off again like a few minutes before and Draco would keep on rambling to himself in the air. 

“I’m here” Harry smiled “ What have you been reading ?” 

“Just some muggle stuff- hearing a bunch of nerds talking in the office too” 

“Oh nerds you say-” Harry chuckled

“Of course- some of them are, all they do is talk about science facts that are entirely out of point but mind blowing-” There was a pause too long when he discovered why Harry had started laughing in the background “I heard myself” He grumbled 

Harry kept laughing until Draco threatened that he would find a way to pull his ears during one of these phone calls from such a distance apart if he didn’t stop laughing.

“-I think it's adorable” Harry cut him off. Draco immediately stopped with his false threats and went too silent. 

“I also think you sound cute when you just ramble on about this science stuff” Harry added smiling. 

“you’re bluffing” Draco mumbled

“Oh so if I am complimenting you, its bluffing” Harry teased 

“Of course it is, nobody sounds cute” Draco replied 

“But you do,” Harry complimented again. 

There was a pause long enough for Harry to know that Draco was blushing doodling over his leg like normally does while he is blushing and doesn’t know how to take a compliment. 

“I love you” Harry chuckled 

Draco groaned on the other side as if he was done with Harry but in an adorning way “I love you too” 

And Harry laughed again. 

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There were times when Draco got too busy that he would send Harry flowers next morning to make up for not having called him the night before or not having called enough, Harry loved those gestures even if it meant that he was bribing or spoiling him.

“You didn’t have to send those flowers” Harry had tried to hide his smile one of those mornings when Draco was getting ready while they were still on the call. 

“Are you kidding, I would’ve stood before your door with a radio in my hand and played your favourite song to make it up to you” Draco chuckled, then immediately swore because he stubbed his toe against the nearest stool. 

“You don’t always have to make it upto me, you know, It's not like you’re doing unforgivable deeds” Harry giggled, then poured himself a cup of coffee, still smiling about the flowers. 

“But I feel bad, I already feel bad that i’m not there with you” Draco huffed 

“I do feel bad too but I don’t mind if one night you’re busy looking after work, as your amazing boyfriend I understand it very well” Harry chuckled 

“Oh- I see how it is, I send the flowers and now you’re the amazing boyfriend- that works very well Harry Potter,” he knew Draco was grinning looking at the phone.  

“Of course I’m the most amazing boyfriend you’ll have, dearest Draco Malfoy” Harry heard him laugh on the other side and he laughed so himself. There was nothing he knew he wanted to change that morning. 

That morning when they talked a little more before Draco had to absolutely leave, he ended the call with “You really are the best boyfriend I could ever have Harry” 

Harry smiled and pressed the phone closer to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss and waited awkwardly until Draco returned his kiss over the 6884.9 mile distance in a single second.  

“I love you” 

“I love you more” 

“You’ll never win” 

“It's worth a try” 

And then he absolutely had to go. Harry couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. 

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 Harry’s friends grumbled about Harry having more of a friendship with his cell, or his phone back home than he had with his friend but he knew his friends were just too lovely people to make it serious and Harry was grateful for his friends who despite the jokes understood his absence. He would, given the particular time, say that his relationship was going well even if the long distance was hard. Yes, there was definitely less physical relationship and less of seeing each other but hearing each other's voice until they slept was the only heaven they wanted to be sent to or hearing each other rant about the day was the medicine and not to forget the when they got off on the call was the best hell they confessed they’d ever be to. 

It was all until his heaven upgraded itself, when one day Harry had been home and was counting his hours before he could call Draco when his doorbell rang and assuming it was his Chinese takeout, he opened the door with his wallet in his hand, counting money without looking up “Should be 5.50 right?”

“Please, I’m way more than a 5.50 ” 

Harry immediately looked up and squealed as soon as he did, finding Draco leaning against the frame of the door with his bags in his hands and the infamous playful smile he always had on that made Harry’s heart do backflips. He threw himself at Draco, tumbling him backwards and wrapping his legs around his waist, nuzzling his face into his neck crying with happy tears. 

“Shush- I’m here” Draco chuckled while walking inside Harry’s apartment, his bags with a wandless magic following behind him and Harry still clinging onto his torso like a koala bear. 

“I can’t believe it-Why didn’t you tell me?” Harry asked distancing his face from Draco’s so he could look at him while his hand circled behind his neck and an excited smile plastered on his face. 

“It wouldn’t have been a surprise then would it?” Draco raised an eyebrow at him with his well known smirk curved at his lips. 

Harry leant down laughing lightly pressing his lips over Draco’s in urgency “You’re lucky I love you” 

“I am lucky that you love me” Draco muttered against his lips and pulled him closer if it was any more possible by wrapping his hands around Harry’s torso. They kissed in the delayed intimacy or the much awaited urgency to be with each other that they had been storing for almost 6 months and pouring whatever they had been depriving themselves off from all that time that they been talking over the call and wanting nothing more to kiss those lips that were uttering words or to touch that body that had been way too far until this moment when they forgot everything including Draco’s bag that thumped down over the ground, Harry’s Chinese take out order, time itself. That night they devoured the sins written in the bible and committed themselves to each other's bodies with the moans that lingered in the air and panting breaths until their air ran out and they did it all over again till the night faded into the next morning. 

Harry woke up to the feeling of arms wrapped loosely wrapped around his body, that he was afraid he had forgotten feeling off and lips pressed to his neck and he smiled in the lost time and turned to a half asleep figure beside him that looked like an angel had itself come down to earth and be with Harry. 

“Morning angel” Harry laughed softly, pushing Draco’s hair off his face and he blushed, wrapping his arms more tightly around his waist pulling him closer. 

“I’m an angel now?” Draco asked sheepishly 

“Are you not?” Harry asked, finding his lover's hand under the sheets and intertwining it in his own fingers. 

“I am an angel” 

Harry chuckled and pressed soft kisses over Draco’s eyes, his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. 

Draco opened his eyes, grinning and bought their intertwined fingers closer to his lips and kissed Harry’s knuckles softly “I missed this” 

Harry smiled contagiously at him “How are you even real?” he found himself asking. 

“How is any of this real?” he questioned back and in an unanswered question kissed softly over his cheeks and they repeated the events from the previous night all over again because once, twice, thrice or making love even a thousand times wasn’t enough when they were with each other. 

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“I have to meet my friends tonight,I hope that’s fine ?” Draco said after a while their naked bodies pressed closely against one another.

“Tonight?” Harry asked, then found himself in soft chuckled “You don’t need my permission Draco” 

“It's not that I need your permission, It's that I want you to know where I am, ” Draco smiled. 

Harry wasn’t so sure that morning if he was human enough or if he even had enough heart to love this amazing human being who laid beside him. 

“Then I know exactly where you would be, right here” Harry pointed his heart “always” 

Draco touched Harry’s chest right over his heart and smiled “always” 

It was later that evening when Draco was getting ready and Harry was watching him with his cat in his lap,

“Don’t you think you’re looking a little too hot for someone who’s going out with his friends while leaving his boyfriend alone at home” Harry teased. 

“Mon amour, are you implying I don’t always look hot?” Draco raised his eyebrows at Harry while applying perfume over his neck.

Bella ran from his lap as she normally did and Harry walked up to stand behind Draco “You always look hot my love, hot enough for me to even function” 

“Someone is wanting to get into someone’s pants, now isn’t it?” Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry in the mirror. 

Harry bit his lip, surrounding his arms around Draco’s torso so he could reach behind his ear and kiss there softly “And is that a problem? It's not my fault that you look like an absolute feast, one I can devour” 

Instead of giving in Draco laughed out snorting “Have you been trying to learn the art of seduction?” 

Harry deadpanned looked at him in the mirror, then became thoroughly offended “You know now that I think of it, you’re better 6884.9 miles apart from me” 

Harry had almost turned to go back into bed, pouting that is, when Draco whipped him around and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist “Tell me that isn’t true” 

Harry looked in his eyes, and he softened up immediately “It can never be true, Draco, you know it” 

“Good, because in 6884.9 miles apart I can’t do this” and he picked up Harry and took him to bed, kissing him until they were sloppily moaning in the secrecy behind the curtained windows. 

“I need to go” Draco mumbled against his lips. 

“I’m not stopping you” Harry replied while his legs remained wrapped around Draco’s torso. 

Draco groaned and resumed kissing him. 

“Seriously, now I'm running late” Draco muttered against his lips. 

“I never stopped you,” Harry replied. 

Draco huffed and finally separated, running a hand down his shirt while Harry lay defenseless over the bed watching him. 

“Don’t look at me like that” Draco slanted his head at Harry. 

“What way ?” Harry asked innocently. 

“Like you can absolutely devour me” Draco bit his lip knowing the longer he would stay there looking at Harry, the more he would run loose on his self control. 

“I’m not looking at you like that,” Harry replied, biting his lip. 

Draco groaned and knelt down to press a firm kiss over Harry’s lips again “Okay, now I really need to go” 

Harry groaned “fine” and Draco finally resumed dressing up to go for his dinner. 

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 He knew he should not have done it, he knew it was unethical and he knew it was crossing some boundaries but he did it anyway. He hated himself for it but he couldn’t stop himself, when Bella, in her unusual behaviour ran like a crazy maniac tossing things aside, she managed to toss Draco’s bag aside and that was the moment Harry wished the time had stopped but it didn’t, instead time flew more rapidly in those 3 minutes when Harry was keeping Draco’s things in his bag so that nothing was left behind when he noticed the box of watch Harry gave him on their anniversary. He couldn’t stop his hands, whether it was out of mere curiosity or whether it was something else that called to him that felt wrong, he opened the box and there rested was the watch he gifted him with “we can have it all” inscription and the omamori charm he bought in Japan for Draco, right next to it. His heart sank in his chest as he remembered the words from the night of their anniversary and how he said he always kept the omamori charm with him everywhere he went and yet here it was, the omamori charm, tucked like a baby in his bag. Harry knew Draco wore that watch everywhere, everyday of his life because he says it all the time that he does, he’s even seen him wearing it in multiple pictures but he couldn’t understand why, today of all days the watch remained here, resting safely in this box in his hands. He hated himself for thinking over it, he hated it but he couldn’t help but wonder if Draco did it purposefully. 

“He wouldn’t do that” Harry whispered to himself without realising he had said it out loud. He was sure it had just been a mistake, that he must’ve accidentally forgotten to wear the watch. It was quite possible, after all Draco left in a hurry since he was late because of Harry. And so he kept the watch back inside the box and busied himself with his own things. 

It was starting to get late in the night, time almost approaching midnight and Harry was now starting to worry about Draco. Harry wasn’t such a worrisome boyfriend or not even the one who would want to be clingy or want to know every hour of every day where Draco was; his need to know where Draco was and how he was doing came in the basic duties of being his boyfriend. Maybe it was all also because he hadn’t seen him in months and he selfishly wanted Draco to himself but he would never say it out loud, not even to himself but right now as he waited over the couch while Bella slept in his arms, he looked at the wall clock often waiting for Draco to return in time. 

It was another hour or more later when his heart had started fearing everything, it was already 2 in the night and he had no whereabouts of where Draco was. He hadn’t even responded to Harry’s call or dropped a text or even heard his voicemail. His whereabouts ran little scarce and Harry didn’t want to be that guy who called Draco’s friend to just ask about him. This was unlike Draco, he was never this late, ever, he used to usually come back home before midnight and the last which would be on rare occasions would be 1 a.m. but it had already crossed 2 and this had never happened in all the time they had been together. He walked fastly inside his apartment wishing anytime the door would open and Draco would just come inside. Harry just needed him to be home soon, sooner than soon even. 

And just like that another hour went by and by now Harry was getting more angry than upset and he was on the verge of calling people when the door finally opened and Harry instantly rushed towards the door. 

“Where have you been ?” Harry asked impatiently. 

“Oh- Hi baby” Draco dragged on. 

Harry scrunched his face, then inclined towards Draco to get a sniff of him “You’re drunk” 

“I’m not” He hiccuped. He might’ve wanted to prove that he wasn’t drunk by walking in a straight line but instead he tripped over his own feet and would’ve been on the ground if it wasn’t for Harry. 

Harry sighed “I can’t believe you’re drunk” 

“I’m not- drunk” Draco hiccuped again. 

Harry huffed out impatiently and even though he wanted to give Draco a piece of his mind but taking Draco’s condition in consideration he knew it wasn’t the best decision to make and decided that it was best to put it off on hold and maybe talk about it next morning. He took Draco in his arms carefully bridal style because Draco was already nodding off to even look straight and besides Harry was afraid that the moment he’d leave him, he’d collapse onto the ground. He walked slowly into the bedroom and laid Draco on the bed and took off his shoes, then his socks, then his coat and lastly the belt so Draco would not be uncomfortable at night. He slowly resumed undressing Draco and dressed him in his own T-shirt and while he tried putting him in pajamas, Draco kept kicking Harry off, so he went against even trying further. He bought a small bucket from the bathroom and kept it on the side of the bed just in case Draco felt sick in the night. It was at that moment, when he was keeping the bucket down on the floor that he noticed a different watch on his wrist. Harry’s head dropped down in exhaustion and sadness all at the same time and without sparing another thought over the different watch, he took it off and kept it over the bedside table. When Harry finally decided to sleep without a thought, all he did was think of the new watch on Draco’s wrist and of how Draco would probably be sick the next morning. 

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It was afternoon when Harry had finally woken up to the noise of someone yelling. As a natural instinct, Harry’s hands wandered off to the other side of the bed to find it empty. He groaned as he stretched and finally got out of the bed to find the source of the noise. 

“No- I clearly said the other way around Mariah” “-No- How many times- I handed you a script for goodness sake-” 

Forgetting the moments from last night, Harry went upto Draco and wrapped his arms from behind, nuzzling his head into the crook of Draco’s neck, who visibly relaxed only a little before another bubble of anger burst out of him. 

“No- Mariah- No. How many times ?Th- I don’t give a damn about what Richard says-” 

“Good morning,”Harry whispered softly. 

Draco turned just a little so he could show Harry that he acknowledged him but the call was too important. 

Sensing Draco’s discomfort, Harry slid his hands back to him, then realising that he had grazed his hand over a piece of cold metal. The other watch from the night before?

Harry stepped away from Draco and found out that he was indeed right, it was the watch from last night. And suddenly the feelings that he pushed away last night in exhaustion, surfaced at the brink, rendering him all but upset. However, he didn’t want to tell Draco that it bothered him, he didn’t want to sound insane, he didn't want to make it a big deal and he definitely didn’t want Draco to get weird about it. He retraced his steps and slowly walked to the bathroom and only when he had come out did he realize Draco was keeping things inside his bag. 

“Going somewhere?” Harry asked. 

Draco sighed and stood up, turning to Harry “I’m really sorry but I have to urgently go back-” 

“Go back? But you’ve only been here for 2 days” Harry complained 

“I know, I know but I really need to look after this one thing” Draco apologetically said, only Harry didn’t seem to be appeased by his apologetic face. 

“Can’t someone else cover for you ?” He asked. 

Draco shook his head “I asked someone to cover up for me but they ended up doing it entirely wrong and now It has to be redone-” 

“Then ask whoever ruined it to redo it” Harry interrupted him. 

“I would if I could. Harry please- I need you to understa-”

“I knew this would happen” Harry muttered to himself, only Draco heard him clear enough. 

“Harry- please, you need to understand my work is important” Draco pleaded. 

“No, Draco, I get it, your work is important, very important but why should I understand? I get to spend numbered days with you after 6 months, hoping that i’d finally get to spend time with  my boyfriend and not on the phone but firstly, you decide to spend the night with your friends which I’m not against but then you return home completely drunk out of your mind while I was worried sick about here the whole time and now you you have to leave- Why should I understand? It's like you weren’t even here the whole time” Harry bellowed.  

Draco closed his eyes momentarily, pinching the bridge of his nose “Listen, you have all the right to be mad- but I really need to go-” 

“Of course you need to go Draco, obviously because apparently everything else is more important to you than me” Harry hadn’t meant to say it out loud, he didn’t intend on but it came out of him before he could even make sense of why he was even angry at him. 

Draco looked taken back suddenly and offended even. His hand unintentionally touched his chest in mocked offense and replied “I can’t believe you’d actually think that. I flew all the way across here for you-” 

“And yet, you spent time with everyone but me” 

“You can’t say that, I spent my entire night with and I obviously didn’t make out with a ghost the entire time” Draco offhandedly replied. 

“Oh- yeah” Harry mockingly laughed “suddenly that makes it all so much more better” 

“I didn’t mean that-” 

“Then what did you mean ? You spent more time with everyone else than you did with me, It's justified that I feel this way” Harry sneered. 

By this time Draco seemed pretty done with Harry, even if he didn’t want to feel that way, he did “You know what Harry, your justification seems stupid. You’re being irrational and over dramatic for no reason. This is so not you, The Harry I love wouldn’t fight with me over me coming home late or returning drunk or going away sooner. The man that I got in a relationship with would understand that It’s important that I leave” Draco disapprovingly responded. 

“I’m being irrational- ha” Harry sarcastically laughed and turned away from Draco “I actually can’t believe you’d say something like that, I actually can’t believe that-” He turned around again in distance to face Draco and responded “Here I’ll give you a justified reason to fight- Why did you lie to me ?” 

“Lie about what ?” Draco asked, completely confused. 

“Lie about you carrying the omamori charm everywhere you go and wearing the watch I gifted you everyday because it seemed otherwise when I found both of them in your bag last night” 

Draco clenched his jaw, shortening the distance between the two, so, he was only a few steps away “Why were you going through my bag ?” 

Harry raised his eyebrows at Draco, shook “You-Out of everything- I didn’t intentionally look in your bag alright, it just fell off and I was keeping things back inside when I saw the box of that watch. It was unintentional but that’s not the point-”

“No, the point is that you looked through my things, without my permission which is purely invasion of privacy and now you’re getting mad at what you found out- I can’t with you, Harry” 

Harry sharply swallowed the building knot forming inside his throat biting the inside of his cheeks “You know what I can’t believe, it’s that I thought I was your everything” and somewhere that hit a nerve. 

“Just, go- Please” Harry pleaded and turned around. 

“Harry-” 

“Please, just go Draco, your work is important”

Draco at that specific moment knew he fucked up, he knew went too far and so did Harry but the damage was irreparable. Both had forgotten the boundaries in the relationship and hurt each other to the extent that their whole relationship seemed to be hanging on a fragile single thread which could break anytime. 

And even though Draco wanted to fix things, just as much as Harry wanted to, he left with a last look at Harry who didn’t dare to look back at him. 

It was then when Draco left the apartment with everything he bought, that he broke down crying in his own hands, whimpering until Bella came and sat down next to him, just as sad as him. 

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Harry slid his hands into the pocket of his jacket rather comfortably, kicking the rocks with his feet while he waited for Ron to be done talking to the vendor. He stared at his feets for a long time or what seemed like it until finally Ron turned to Harry and handed him the bouquet to hold safely. 

“There’s something wrong, isn’t it? Something is bothering you” It wasn’t a question but a statement, he knew it, in fact he could sense it. 

Harry frowned then shook his head “No, nothing is wrong, I’m good” 

“You want to lie to the man you have known for 14 years?” Ron raised his eyebrows at Harry. 

Harry still didn’t admit and rigorously shook his head “Nothing is wrong Ron, I’m as good as these flowers” 

“Okay, one, terrible metaphor and second, I can see it on your face. Now tell me what happened?” Ron asked.

“Everything is fine-”

“I’ll call Draco and ask myself. If you don’t tell me right now, I’ll do that. He’s even on my speeddial” 

Harry sighed. He figured easily there was nothing he might be able to do to convince Ron otherwise and so defeatedly he replied “We had a fight” 

“Is that it?” Ron asked. 

Harry turned to face Ron momentarily knowing he was already looking over at him. Harry shook his head and begun again “He came into town to surprise me a week ago”

“That’s a good thing then why are you saying it as if it's a bad thing ?” 

“He hardly stayed for 2 days. He came in the night, we spent that night together and it was the best but the next day he went to meet his friends which i’m not complaining about, I want him to have his personal space and I understand that he have a life apart from me but then spent the entire night outside and returned at around 4 in the morning, drunk out of his mind, while I was worried sick about him at home-” 

“Understandable-” Ron interjected. Harry nodded, then continued, 

“Then the next morning when I woke up, he was already fighting with someone over the phone and a couple of minutes later, he decided he needed to go back and we ended up fighting over things, he said some cruel things, I said some cruel things and now I feel like I fought over unjustified reason and that I hurt him and now I feel bad because we haven’t talked since the day he left and I’m afraid that-” he breathes sharply, clearing his throat “- that we’ve broken up” 

Ron bobbed his head “Is that all?” Harry nodded. 

“What did you both fight about ?” he asked. 

“I told him that I didn’t understand that he had to leave so soon and that I should not because I hardly get to see him anymore and he was leaving but I don’t think that was even the actual reason why I started the fight” 

“Then what was it ?” 

“I think, it was because I was hurt- I don’t know if you know this, but we once went to Japan and I bought him a gift from there, an omamori charm and he told me that he took it with him everywhere he went and similarly the watch I gifted him- but the night he went out with his friends, he left it back at home. I think it hurt me because-I think he’s ashamed of me or something- there seemed no possible explanation. I don’t know. It really wasn’t his fault, I should’ve been more understanding but I don’t know what to do anymore” Harry replied shrugging as if it was something casual, but it was far from casual, it was heartbreaking. 

Ron nodded again “You think it was your fault?” Harry hummed. 

“Then fix it” Ron said as if it was too easy. 

“How Ron? I fucked up and I fucked up pretty bad” Harry asked 

“1 word 5 letters, ‘sorry’” Ron replied 

“He doesn’t want to talk to me, I'm sure,” Harry replied. 

“Then surprise him, go visit him, give him the best time of his life, do whatever it takes for him to melt down then apologize” Ron suggested. 

“You think it’ll work ?” Harry asked. 

“You’ll never know until you try,” Ron replied.

“What if it doesn’t work?” Harry asked again. 

Ron smiled at him “It will work I’m sure” 

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Harry looked at himself in the window by the door, smiling then not smiling. He was practicing his best smile for Draco until he decided it was finally time to ring his doorbell. Harry took a deep breath then finally rang the doorbell and with every second the door wasn’t answered, the more his heartbeat picked up. He grew nervous and then more nervous with every passing second and afraid at the same time that Draco might not be home right now. His breathing picked up like it was a race and he felt his palms sweating. Questions stormed inside his head, he even thought it was a very bad idea and how he probably should’ve told Draco before he came until finally the door swung open and there he was, the man he loved. 

“Harry” Draco’s face turned into a little smile out of surprise and then suddenly dissolved into nothing. Was he not happy to see Harry ?

“What are you doing here ?” he asked 

Harry gulped visibly then replied “I came here to surprise you-” 

“Why ?” he asked defensively. 

Harry frowned “Because I still love you. Is that wrong ? I can go back if you want- if you feel like i’m invading your personal space-” 

Draco immediately cut him by dragging him inside and hugging him “You have no idea how happy I am you are here” His voice croaked. 

“Draco- are you crying ?” Harry asked, trying to pull away from the hug but Draco held onto Harry as if he was his oxygen he had been waiting to breathe in all this time. 

He shook his head. 

Harry softened up immediately and hugged him back just as tight “It's okay- I’m here. Everything is going to be alright” 

Draco suddenly broke into sobs and Harry didn’t understand why, but hearing him sob made him want to take his every pain away and make it his own. 

“Are you really happy I’m here ?” He asked.

Draco nodded his head vigorously in the hug “I’ve never wanted anything more” 

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“Are you sure you don’t have to go? It sounded pretty urgent?” Harry asked, sitting over the bed fully dressed for their date. 

Draco leaned down and kissed his forehead “I’m absolutely sure” 

Harry blushed and stood up in front of Draco. He tucked a strand behind Draco’s ear and all at the same time grazed his cheek “Is it just me or after the fight you’ve turned into an absolute sap?”

Draco laughed softly, biting his lip then wrapping his arms around Harry to pull him closer “Would you like me to not be a sap? Would you rather want me to be a naughty boy?” 

Harry wholeheartedly laughed, throwing his head back a little “Have you been learning the art of seduction,Draco ?” 

“Yes, Dad-”

Harry placed his hand over his lip to shut him up “Please don’t” he laughed. 

Draco shook his head smiling “I can’t promise though” 

It was 15 minutes later when they were to get out of the apartment when Draco squeezed Harry’s ass from behind, startling Harry, making him squeal at the same time. 

“My- My Draco, Have a little self control” Harry laughed. Draco smirked and whipped around Harry so he was forced to whirl around and collide with Draco. 

“Smooth” Harry smirked. 

“I am very glad then” he smiled then kissed him over the lips in a small passionate moment before they left. 

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 A lover would say they don’t know what love is, that love perhaps cannot be defined by syllable’s or words or letters or even in Braille. Love to most is an undefined feeling that yearns until the senescence approaches, a feeling that makes you whole yet leave you empty all at the same time. But when he was driving to a far off place and he looked at Harry in stolen glances with a glint of the drowning sun sparkling with the most beautiful shade of yellow and orange, their fingers intertwined, he too defined his love for Draco as an unfathomable creation. He loved him in the morning, he loved him in the afternoon, he loved him in the evening, and he loved him in the night, he loved him in the coffee he drank and he loved him in the bath he drew, he loved his eyes, his pointed chin, his soft cheek, his pink lips. He loved the shape of his palm and he loved his fingers, he loved the pointed bone at the start of his wrist and he loved his soft elbow, he loved that dark vein that travelled from the middle of his wrist and curved to the end of where his arms fold, he loved his pointed shoulders and he loved the long bone on his neck which popped out whenever he used to turn to face Harry, he loved his clavicle, he loved his scars that were visible under his shirt, he loved his knuckles, he loved the side of his chest as it went up and down as his diaphragm would settle down and move up, he loved the round shape of his heels and the soft yet pointed knees, he loved the muscles on his calve and shape of his thighs, the sound of his voice, the sound of his laughter, the curve of his smile but most of it all, he loved his heart. Maybe the heart is surrounded by a ribcage so that the cage is open to only one because perhaps the key to that cage is only with one and in his case, the key to his cage was with Draco and the key to Draco’s cage was with Harry. Maybe there aren’t enough words in literature, maybe there aren’t enough letters in Greek or Latin or English or French, nor roman or any language that exists and perhaps that’s why love is undefined. Maybe love itself is within a cage and the key to that cage is love itself. 

“What ?” Draco asked from the driving seat, running circles over Harry's hands. 

Harry shook his head “Nothing, Just I love you” 

Draco’s eyes glinted with the tear like the corner of a shore and he bought his hands to his lips and kissed Harry’s hand softly “I love you way more than you do me” 

“Wanna bet?” 

“You’ll lose” 

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“Do you think one life is enough ?” Harry asked without looking at Draco but looking forward at the drowning sun on the other side of the still ocean. 

“Enough for what ?” Draco asked back. 

Harry turned to Draco, his hair blowing to his face because of the beach winds “For everything” 

Draco thought for a moment, his eyes poured into Harry’s, a long look in his eyes, perhaps communicating through his eyes that no, maybe one life isn’t enough to love Harry but then he shook his head “One life isn’t enough to read Romeo and Juliet nor is it enough to watch mean girls” 

Harry half heartedly laughed “You’re preposterous” 

Draco laughed along, turning to look ahead, his eyes crinkling into little ones. 

“Do you think one life is enough?” Draco asked Harry. 

Harry thought for a moment “I think yeah, maybe one life is enough to live. Though it depends” 

“On what ?” 

“If you’re living a lonely life, then even that one life would seem longer but if you’ve lived a whole life, then maybe yeah one life is enough” 

Draco hummed beside Harry then slowly rested his head upon Harry’s shoulder and whispered shortly “I’m sorry about what happened at your place”

Harry turned his head so he could only see his eyes and kissed on top of his head and intertwined their fingers together “I’m sorry too. We both went too far” 

Draco nodded “But I want you to know I always wear that watch, unless I'm sometimes afraid that it’d break and I always keep the omamori charm with me but I promise you, I would never keep it away, I’ll take it with me on every journey. Every”

Harry smiled “I like the sound of it”

They remained there for some more time in silence, listening to the water crashing over the shore, the echoing voice of the seagull somewhere and the sound of the running water somewhere far off until Harry broke the silence and said “But soft! What light from yonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east and Juliet is the sun -”

Draco shook his head laughing “Tell me, these are the only lines you know right” 

“Oh don’t spoil it. Say it with me” Harry nudged Draco. 

Draco smiled at him and said along with Harry “One more kiss on his forehead. “Arise fair sun and kill the envious moon, who is sick with envy. I take thee at my word. Call me but love and I'll be new baptized.”

Draco couldn’t hold himself back and leaned forward so he could graze his lips over Harry, until he gave into the moment and pressed his own lips against Draco’s. The sun that cast over them, the sea which sang along with their kiss, it was proclaimed in that moment that, this is love. Love is a 2 part globe, one is Draco, and the other is Harry. 

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Harry got up and turned to Draco, offering him to take his hand “Come on, we need to dance” 

“Why do we need to ?” Draco asked, nevertheless taking his hand and pulling himself up. 

“Because this is too beautiful to not be danced upon” Harry replied, smiling. 

Draco smiled back at him and offered Harry his hands so today he may lead. Harry gracefully took his hand and pulled behind before he twirled him around then pulled Draco towards himself so his head rested on Harry’s shoulder and they swayed their body. 

“ Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me oh-so-tight

Show me that you love me too

Put your lips next to mine, dear

Won't you kiss me once, baby?

Just a kiss goodnight, maybe 

You and I will fall in love ” 

Harry sang and Draco hummed along as they kept swaying their bodies out of rhythm with the song. 

“You still don’t know how to dance” Draco declared 

“And you still haven’t stopped complaining,” Harry replied. 

“Well I don’t want you to be embarrassed when we dance in front of the whole world” Draco said. 

Harry became too still for a moment, his lips curving into a little smile moment by moment “In front of the whole world?” 

Draco hummed, he nuzzled his head in Harry’s neck “In front of the whole world” he repeated in his croaked voice. 

“Then I’ll learn to dance for you,” Harry proclaimed. 

Draco sniffed softly “I like the sound of it”  

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They walk hand in hand secretly into the alley, keeping their head down so no one would know they’re here. Their only motive was to not get caught, only one. They walked to the last row and when they found an empty seat, they sat down with stolen popcorn in their hands. 

“What if they catch us when we leave the hall ?” Harry asked 

Draco hummed “Then we run for our life” 

Harry chuckled beside him before Draco shushed him. 

The opening scenes rolled up and without any more conversations they silently watched the movie. 

They were halfway through the movie when Harry felt he was being looked at and turned to face Draco and he was right, Draco was looking over at him “What ?” 

Draco remained silent for a few moments as if he was formulating in his head the perfect answer or he was finding a lie to cover up the truth that he was looking at Harry  because he loved him. 

“Nothing, just watching you watch another man whose survival instincts are that of a kitten on crack” 

“Have you ever seen a kitten on crack? It's much worse than spiderman” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” Draco shrugged and finally turned to the screen. 

And even though he practically insulted Harry, he didn’t leave his hand for even a single second in the movie. 

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They were settled into each other like they were from Zues’ mythologies: two souls reunited. Cuddled into one, Harry’s legs intertwined between Draco’s while one of Draco’s arms went under Harry’s head and held onto the book with both hands. Harry cuddled further into Draco so that his head was upon his shoulder and Draco continued reading. 

“Anything can happen now that we’ve slid over this bridge,’ I thought anything, ‘anything at all…’ Even the Gatsby could happen, without any particular wonder.”

Draco paused for a moment like he'd done several times in case Harry wanted to say something but this time instead of saying something, Harry took the book from his hands and kept it aside then turned to Draco. 

“Do you like the Gatsby dude?” Harry asked. 

Draco frowned “I mean- he wasn’t that bad. It was Daisy that was bad” 

“I think Gatsby is weird to be hung up on a married woman,” Harry said. 

“But he really did love Daisy, kind of in a way that his love was real” Draco commented 

Harry hummed then leaned further into Draco “would you ever be hung up on me ?” 

“Wasn’t I already hung up on you before we got together?” 

“No, but I mean after ?” Harry asked. 

Draco went too silent for a moment, too serious then shook his head “No, I wouldn’t- because I’ll never leave. Not till the day I die” 

“Is that a promise ?” Harry asked. 

Draco smiled and kissed his nose “I promise” 

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