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Lily

Microfic word : Closet (request from Instagram)

"I've searched everywhere, okay. Under the table, under the couch, under the blankets, under the tables, every possible place. I can't find it." Harry sighed

Draco shook his head finally setting his book down, "did you check the closet?"

"how can it possibly be there?"

"I don't know. Does it make sense that it might be under the table, Harry." Draco raised his eyebrows at him.

Harry as usual, annoyed by his incredible husband rolled his eyes.

"would you just help me? I can't see shit."

Draco sighed and finally got up to help Harry look around or being the only one who could look around when in the middle of it all, Lily's door opened and she stumbled outside with her hair in a frenzy, her frock all coveted in paint and...

There it was. She was wearing Harry's specks.

"Think you missed a spot, Harry." Draco chuckled as he picked lily in his own arms and took off the glasses and gave them to Harry.

"Oh my eyes." Harry sighed in relief, walking away in glimmer of happiness of having his vision back.

"darling, whenever the next time you pull this trick, count me in on those plans. I love your daddy walking around like a blind cat in the house." Draco chuckled.

"can we do it tomorrow?"

Draco laughed and nodded his head.

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Till we crash and burn

For @drarrymicrofic : proof

We'll build the houses and we'll plant those trees, and we'll have that name plate with your and mine handprint like in your favourite movie, and we'll have your favourite stereo player, and we'll have your favourite crockery set, and we'll build that pillow fort and stay under the fairy lights, and we'll sit on our bed together and plan our trip together, and we'll do breakfast in bed and we'll take morning walks, and we'll make love in midnight summer. We'll do all of it, I'll do all of it as a proof of the love I have in me for you, I'll do all of it if I get to keep you with me in this life forever, and in the next and the next and the next... I'll do all of it if you never part from me and I never part from you, if we stay until the sun crashes and burns, if we stay until the moon collides.

Where you are, I am

Requested microfic word: pineapple

Their love isn't the "let's go on restaurant dates" or the "going on bed and breakfasts cafe" or the "sneaking in the middle of the night to meet each other" kinda love nor the "I wrote a song for you" kind of love or the "i wrote you a poem" type of love or the "let's meet up saturday" kind of love or the "i want to be together forever" kind of love or the "movie love" nor the "I'd take a bullet for you" kind of love.

No, that's not their love.

It's so much more, their love is "i wrote a letter for future us" kind of love, it's "I bought pineapple for you so we can make a juice because I know you like it" kind of love, it's the "let the song play on the radio, it's your favourite" kind of love, it's the "couldn't get the reservation, but I'll make food and it'll be so much more better than restaurants" kind of love, it's the "you see that constellation, yeah, me neither and laugh" kind of love, it's the "just hold my hand and we'll get out when you're mentally prepared to face people, okay" kind of love, its the "i fixed your cabinet screws because I know you wouldn't do it" kind of love, it's the "of course I have the shampoo you use, it's right by the cabinet" kind of love, its the "let's go shopping on Saturday, it's the only day in free" kind of love, it's the "you see that cat, i love it" kind of love, it's the "I want to walk down the isle with you" kind of love, it's the "I see us in the future" kind of love, it's the "well make it work" kind of love, it's the "let's just be in this place together, for however long this lasts" kind of love, it's the "let's define our always together" kind of love.

No, it's not a superficial, I'll do anything for you kind of love instead in a world of false promises, their love is the one they fight for everyday and make it work. Their love is the simple kind, with problems and fights. Their love is real. It's one where they stay, if forever be it.

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Nuclear Reaction

Microfic requested sentence: I wish you would look at me like you look at them.

I wish you would look at me like you look at them, even if for one second.

I wish you'd look at me and not have a frown on your face or I wish you would look at me without a scoff on your lips, without a roll of your eyes or with that hatred you have stored in for me.

I just wish for one split second you'd look at me for more than who I've been, for more than my past. I want you to know that I'm repenting for my sins, that I'm grieving for myself, that I'm hurting because you don't even match my eyes.

I don't want you to glare at me instead I want you to look at me across table and pass me a smile, I just want you to even look at me and not ignore me....

I want you to look at me the way you see Hermione or Ron or Ginny or Neville, or any other person because I want you to know that I'm sorry, I'm sorry for the way I hurt you, I'm sorry for the way I treated you in the past but I promise you I'm not the same as I was and I want you to see that.

But I know you won't look at me the way I want you to, you'd only look at her.

I wish you'd look at me the way you look at them but I perhaps would combust like a nuclear reaction.

But deep in my hollow heart, I know that nuclear reaction would be worth it.

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Place where everything was beautiful

Requested Microfic sentence - Hopelessly in love with someone who doesn't exist.

He'd travel all the way to the country side and pick up those white roses. He didn't care if he had to drive for 2 hours or 3 or 4 or more but he'd do that, just for him because he knew how much he liked them.

He didn't care if he had to stay up till 2 am on a Monday night just for him, he didn't care if he had to do it and it didn't matter how tired he was, he'd do it because he liked listening to his voice.

He'd run 5 minutes late for work, maybe even 15 and sometimes occasionally more but it didn't matter because he liked dropping him off to work before he went to his own.

He'd have to miss his important dinner parties or sometimes cancel some dinners with colleagues but it didn't matter because he'd much rather spend time with him and watch movie with him than do all those things.

And he'd write letters to him and keep it in his coat. He loved doing that actually no matter how terrible he was at writing those, or how terrible his handwriting was or that he could only convey half his thoughts into that piece of paper but he'd do that because he loved doing that for him.

The thing was he loved doing all of that for him without a sense of hesitation. He loved doing everything for him with his whole heart because he knew he loved him with every flesh and bone in his body, so he wanted to give his all. He wanted to give every limb, he wanted to give every vein that ran in him, he wanted to give his bear heart just because he loved him so much and he loved showing his affection in ways that would make his face light a thousand times brighter than the sun.

But the way he'd do it, he loved it even more the way he'd react.

But It was all just as equal. His love was about sending notes in the middle of the day, and running down to buy his favourite coffee down at the cafe or running 40 minutes late for home just because he ran all the way to the Newman's bakery to buy his favourite cupcake, or the way he would have to reheat his food twice because he wanted to eat with him. It was in all those. That love just floated right through, in all of it. It was like being in an apartment full of sunshine and daises, a set of 1950's romance in pretty vintage colours of pale blue and yellow. A place where everything was so beautiful.

But then, it changed. He can't pin point when it changed or how or what was the reason for that change but that love simply stopped existing. There was no more of reheating pasta or 40 minutes late to home or no more running down to get the coffee for him. No more of all that. It all changed in a brisk like a season changes its shades. Their apartment went from a 1950's vintage pale blue and yellow to blood red and black from 2002. That love that penetrated the walls, it stopped existing.

The truth however was, he'd still do anything to make his face shine brighter than the sun. He'd still love him with his every limb and he'd still write him letters but he hated seeing his letters getting piled up on the corner of the desk, crumbled and that response that was equipped with a low smile and a peck on the cheek. No, this was not what he fell for. No, he fell for someone absolutely amazing, someone wonderful, someone who loves him back. But who was he kidding, he still was the most wonderful, amazing, generous person he had ever met, the only difference was, he was hopelessly in love with someone who didn't exist, not anymore at least. Oh, what he wouldn't do to go back in time and try to fix those pieces but how should he fix those pieces when he didn't know which ones to?

He sit back and wonders a lot, about where it all went wrong, where things became this way, he wonders about it quite a lot but he doesn't quite land up with an answer because he gave his everything, but was giving everything not enough? Or was it that he gave his everything that made him this way? He doesn't understand. He doesn't understand where his love lacked and he thinks he'll never know it.

Someone would say, some may advise to let it go, to leave him before it tragically ends but call him a sadist for painful pleasure or call him a lover, he waits for that tragic end where he might meet his eyes one day and say "I don't love you anymore, Harry. I'm sorry." And that day, he'd leave.

That would be the only day he would leave and if that day never comes, he'd never leave even if that means loving someone who is long gone.

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Broken hearts in common room

Microfic requested word: Hate

TW- POST TOXIC RELATIONSHIP/

"No, you don't get to say it. You don't. You are the one who fucking did all of this. You are the one who corrupted us. You are the one who suddenly decided that it's best to be apart. So, you don't get show up now and tell me how much you love me or how much it hurt you because you shouldn't get a say in this. You really should not." Harry angrily walking away from Draco. He's never been angry at Draco, never and he always swore that he would never be but tonight, it was all just different, it's all turned different.

"But it was hard,it is, Harry-"

"it sure as hell didn't fucking seem like it when you ended things. You decided to walk away, Draco. You broke up with me on our anniversary for Merlin's sake."

"And I know what I did, I know what I did. Don't you think I'm aware of everything that I ever did but just because I did that does not mean I stopped loving you, at all." Draco sighed, keeping his voice calmer than Harry at least.

"and what am I supposed to do with that information now? What? Oh my god, wow- my ex boyfriend after 1 year chooses to confess to me that he still loves me." Harry let out a sarcastic huff.

"Harry, this is really unfair, alright. You're blaming it all on me- this isn't damning right." He shook his head, "you knew we weren't going anywhere. You knew we needed a break, you knew that it wasn't working out even if we never talked about it. You knew it wasn't going to work. You knew it was hurting us both."

"Yes, I did but I was willing to fight for it, Draco- I was willing to fix our pieces, I was willing to fight the whole goddamn world for you and I wanted to fix things with you, I wanted to figure out with you but you- you walked away. I wanted to love even on the harshest of days. I wanted to love you in everything."

"I did not walk away, Harry-"

"You sure as hell didn't stay either. You told me you needed space and you disappeared from the place in seconds. You didn't even leave a note for me, you didn't explain it to me and the worst part is, you tried to tell it to me through Pansy-"

"Because I knew I would never be able to say all those things to you and look at your face. I knew what I was doing but I didn't want to see you breaking apart. I didn't have it in me back then." Draco sighed, almost pleaded in his voice.

Harry blankly stared at him for a brief moment then as his breathing came back to normal, he said as calmly as he could for the first time in the night, "Please walk away, Draco. It took me months to be fine with everything. I had just stopped blaming myself for everything and I don't need you around to bring it all up again. I can't do this to myself. Please, just leave me alone."

Draco couldn't help the single tear that dropped from his eyes and then he couldn't help at all, he couldn't help all those tears that slipped one after another. He didn't know how wrong he did Harry until this very moment, "Is that really how much you hate me? That you want me walk away? Leave you alone?"

Harry didn't say anything, instead he opened the front door for him and stood beside it.

Draco shook his head and picked up his coat and decided it was best to leave. He walked towards the door and turned to Harry only once and said "I know you think it wasn't real for me, but it was, it really was, every little bit of it. I'm sorry for what I did to you..if I could go back in time, I'd had never left. I'm sorry, Harry."

Harry only hummed and in brief seconds he glanced at Draco before he left and shut the door behind him but the heaviness of everything settled quickly into the room, even outside.

No matter how separated they were, no matter how futile it all seemed, in a world full of broken heart tragedies, they were just another who settled their backs against the door on the opposite end and cried until their hearts bled on the floor in front.

Sometimes, we just hurt people we love the most and love the ones who hurt us the most.

Unfortunately, they were another set of people who hurt each other in ways one could only imagine and love in ways no one could ever.

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It's You

Microfic sentence : let the music guide us

Fluff (yes, fluff after a really long time)

"Exactly, so I told her that fairy tales aren't real. She was shocked but she caught on you know."

Draco chuckled lightly, "there goes her fantasies. Do you have any idea that you just ruined a child's childhood?"

"Oh, of course, but it was fun. You should've seen the reaction on her face- i must admit though that I feel guilty but come on, she's 9 years old and someone had to be that guy in her life who ruins stories for her. Though, I'm worried she's gonna be that person for teddy but we'll see about that- oh, and by the way, I have no idea what I'm doing, for all I know, I'm just sliding my feet." Harry explained trying his best to not entangle his legs with those of Draco's.

Draco in turn gave him a soft smile, the effortlessly beautiful smile Harry has fallen in love with infinite times, and charmed the stereo to play a slower song, "why are you so worried that you're dancing wrong?"

"Oh- let me guess, right, cause I'm dancing with the love of my life and I'm supposed to not embarrass him on the day of our wedding." Harry replied in a matter of fact voice.

Draco shook his head and bought them closer so they were inches away from each other and looked into his eyes. He rested his hand perfectly over Harry's waist and said, "So, big deal? You embarrass me for 5 minutes, everyone would forget it and funny of you to assume I don't have a backup option-"

"Hey- that's just mean." But Draco only laughed out loud and Harry himself couldn't hold back and laughed along with him.

"I hope you don't have a back up husband stored somewhere in the closet." Harry teased fixing the collar of Draco's shirt.

"Yeah- no, definitely not, but I would really suggest not opening the attic closet." Draco joked along.

"Funny- haha- sorry but I hear my heart shattering in that closet."

But Draco didn't say anything else, instead he pressed his forehead against Harry and that was all he needed, the reassurance in silence that Draco gave him. It was his way of saying "it's only you" without actually saying it, the few words that Harry needed to hear somedays but didn't want to seem needy of it.

They swayed for a while with their foreheads pressed together and fingers intertwined in between their torso's.

"You can never embarrass me, Harry."

"Really?"

"Never?"

"Never."

And Harry smiled and leaned in to kiss Draco.

"I'm the luckiest man alive." Harry finally said.

Draco's eyes glimmered for a second because he couldn't wrap his head around the surrealism of their whole story. They were getting married and he swore that his young self never saw it happening but it is and that's the most unbelievable thing that's ever happened to him and yet he wouldn't trade it for the world.

"Not luckier than me."

"Do you really have to be this cheesy?"

"Says who said it first." Draco emphasised by hitting Harry over his chest lightly but they so quickly shifted into laughing that forgot for minutes that music was even there and that they were on a rooftop of the hotel away from everyone else.

It was now Harry's turn to stare into Draco's eyes and feel grateful. Yep, definitely, the luckiest man alive.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"In this life and another."

"In this universe and all other."

And then they just stood there staring at each other with a heart full of warmth and love for one another. It was real, that night was real, this moment was real and tomorrow was going to be real too but to Harry the most real thing ever was his love for Draco, and Draco's for Harry. Everyone can talk about how they had the greatest love story ever, but this, goddamn, the most real thing and best ever.

Harry kept looking for a moment longer than one and then finally said, "okay, but seriously I don't want to be embarrassed, so show me."

Draco smiled at Harry, then slowly he readjusted Harry's hand and said, "eyes on me, move with me and the let the music guide us."

And then they tried again only for Harry to mess up again.

"Seriously, you are so going to need a backup dancer. I'm not even worried anymore, if I were you, I'd definitely get one." Harry sarcastically said shrugging.

Draco laughed and bought Harry's hand to his lips and kissed if softly, "I don't need any backup dancers or anyone, I want to dance with you and I will even if it means you trip and fall and take me down with you. I'll take that fall with you. I, Draco Malfoy take you in your terrible dancing, for my whole life."

Harry shook his head but this time out of fondness for the man he's gonna spend the rest of his life with, "good luck with that."

But Draco didn't need any good luck, he already had everything he ever wanted, right there in front of him and he was going to have it for the rest of his life, too and he could not be more happy.

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Fix it Cake

Microfic req sentence : i don't know I should kiss or punch you in the face

It was a mess.

The whole place was a nerve wrecking, beyond fixable kind of mess. It seemed as if a tornado came into his apartment and Harry was not ready for this. He'd already had a hard enough day at work and the last thing he wanted was to clean the entire place up. It was another stage to all the ever knowing things that were annoying that day.

But then Draco walked out into the living room with a plate in his hand and surprised Harry.

"I made it for you. It's a cake." Draco said cheekily.

Harry sighed, "why would you make that?" and he placed a soft kiss on Draco's cheeks as usual.

"Because 1. You had a hard day from the sounds of it and 2. I really wanted to try this new baking stuff I bought last week."

"You caused a wreck." Harry said taking a bite from the cake and groaning softly in pleasure as soon as he ate.

"yeah- I'm- not gonna clean this up. It's too much, Harry..you should keep your apartment clean you know." Draco teased even when he knew he was the one who did all this.

Harry rolled his eyes, "I don't know if I should kiss you or punch in the face for making such a good cake but at the same time causing a havoc here."

"I got a solution, kiss me then maybe we'll see about the kissing part. We'll see how it goes." Draco pouted as if he put a lot of thought into thinking that.

Harry chuckled and pulled him closer and kissed his lips softly, "You're annoying, you know that."

"You love me." He said in between the kiss and Harry shook his head because he knew he did.

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Next to you

Microfic requested word: Astronomy

"So, I was on the internet today while I was at work-"

"Okay- please tell me you didn't go on any pirated sites cause you know office keeps tabs."

"Harry, no." Draco shook his head passing Harry the bottle of champagne they stole from their boss's cabinet earlier that evening.

"Fine, innocent prince charming, go on." Harry bowed to Draco with his intoxication primarily vivid in his actions.

"You have a really low alcohol threshold- anyways, so, like I said I was on the internet at work, you know taking my usual 5-10 minutes break before lunch and I came across these really cool but seriously terrifying facts about astronomy- well universe to be more precise." He explained taking the bottle back from Harry and taking a sip and setting it between the both of them.

Harry nodded and with a sigh he laid down on the floor, staring up at the night sky.

Draco looked at Harry for only a moment before Harry asked him to join him and laid beside him as well.

"so, what did you find out?" Harry asked, turning to face Draco a little but he kept looking up at the stars.

"You know the scientific theories about the dinosaurs and the asteroid clash that caused mass extinction- which by the way still seems somehow unrealistic to me- and I know you'll try to say something but save it- so anyways, that mass extinction because of the asteroid can happen again. Astrologers believe that every once in a thousand to millions years, an asteroid of a size as huge as that explodes so technically we're not far from that explosion, which in layman terms means that there is a possibility of asteroid clashing and the discontinuity of our survival but weirdly it's not just that because even stars explode and apparently explosion of stars happen more often than that of asteroids."

"where are you going with all this?" Harry chose to ask.

"Well, what I'm trying to say is- we can die anytime."

"Draco, I hate to break to it to you but you're a little late on that lecture for me. I practically lived that phase for 6 years of my life-"

"No, Harry, you don't get it. This is different. This means discontinuity of existence of not just us, you and me but the entire world, cats, dogs, birds, muggles, wizards, everyone."

Harry this time properly turned to face Draco and Draco did the same.

"Okay."

"Its a scary thought isn't it?" Draco asked.

Harry noticed the little glimmer in Draco's eyes but he didn't want to say anything to make it go away so, he offered him a little smile, "It is."

"Harry, imagine though if that explosion happens right now and you and I right here in this moment die with this cheap stolen bottle of champagne from our boss's office. Imagine that."

"Then, I think I would be most glad to spend my last moments with you." Harry smiled and despite Draco's efforts, he couldn't hide his blushing.

"Actually come to think of it, I'd really ever spend my last moments with you than anyone else."

"Why is that?"

"Because then I would have no regrets. Then I'd know that my last heart beat happened next to you and somewhere that makes me really happy." Harry shrugged.

Draco smiled at Harry, in a way one does when you're in love but not the usual kind of love but the kind of love where you want to spend the rest of your life with that one person. He smiled at him, with love.

And he knew instead of saying something along the lines that he loved him so much, he chose not to, instead he said, "You're such a sap, Harry. Get a hold of yourself."

Harry rolled his eyes but fondly and turned to lay down again, staring up at the sky, "Don't even know why I tried."

Draco let out a laugh but he leaned closer to Harry and wrapped his arms around his waist. He stayed there in his arms, staring up at the stars with him and he knew he didn't need to say it, he didn't need to proclaim it to the world or to anyone else but if the world was to face mass extinction again, Draco knew he'd much rather die next to Harry than anyone else.

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No tears to make it happen

Hurt/ comfort

He went dressed, in the nice blue shirt he always did like a lot, eager to meet him after days of succumbing in sickness for a couple of days. He somewhere wondered if he too looked forward to meet him after all this time, after all these days, he wondered if he'd be happy to see him like he knew he was. His excitement could barely be stored in his own self but who was he to blame, he was just a boy who had feelings for someone, a mere boy who fell for someone he had no idea would ever like him back or not but simply played by the game of fate and faith to make it happen.

He was just as innocent as any nascent lover is.

It's not as if he didn't care about the rest of them, it's not as if he didn't care about meeting his other friends after a long time nor was it that any of them mattered him any less but it's just that if his  heart was held captive by someone, it was only him, that one boy with eyes so green. He cared about meeting his friends who had been there for him much longer than anyone else but he’d be a liar if he said he wasn’t more excited to see him. 

His excitement and happiness was so much that he even stumbled and almost tripped on his way over out but he made it work, he reached where he was supposed to and like he planned, like he wished, his eyes laid upon him, upon Harry and to his surprise he smiled while he walked towards him. 

“You’re back from the dead.” he spoke first and there was only thing Draco hoped, that he didn’t blush as hard as he was thinking. 

“Yeah, told you I’d be better in no time.” He shrugged. 

“It’s a good thing, it was starting to get lonely without seeing you around here.” But he only wished he knew the effects those words had on him. He even wondered if he already knew about his feelings and whatever he said that would make his heart race was on purpose, so that they’d end this quest of who likes who and why and finally confront their feelings or he wondered if he said those things on purpose so he could see Draco blushing, because he perhaps liked it. 

Draco tried to shake it off by a small shrug and said, “I’m sure it got really lonely because your eyes only search me.” 

Harry only laughed and Draco only hoped that he laughed because it was true. 

They spent their time walking around hogsmeade as usual, buying somethings here and there to keep in their dorms, to even do midnight snacking when Draco noticed Harry waving off to Ginny. 

“Friends again, huh?” Draco asked. 

“Oh, yeah definitely, that whole misunderstanding is past is now. Infact, I didn’t tell you, when you weren’t around, I spent most of my time with her, it was really fun.”

“Oh,” was all he could manage to say. 

Draco wished that he could take this information as casually as he said but it hit him like a brick, a huge brick in his face and he somewhere felt sure that he won't be able to hide his traitorous voice. 

“Yeah, It was really fun, we even went to that cliff side we normally go to and you wouldn’t believe all the jokes we both cracked up.” Harry said with a smile he couldn’t bring himself to hide, if not for his own sake, Draco hoped he’s do it for him but he didn’t. 

“I thought the cliff side was our spot.” He said, a sense of hurt in voice he failed to hide. 

“Why- Yes, I know but you weren’t there and I thought it wasn’t such a big deal, it isn’t, right?” and for what seemed like the first time he turned to see his face but Draco could barely manage to look in his eyes, so, he turned away. He knew his eyes would betray him. 

“No, it’s not. It’s cool. So, what’d you even do?” He found himself asking. 

“Oh, we had lots of fun, we spent the entire evening together, like I said we made so many jokes, she told stuff from her year, I told mine, we shared so many things we never did before you know and for the first time she really seemed into me, you know after the war.” 

And there it was, the crack Draco had been fearing all evening to hear. The faint crack in his heart he was always scared of developing and now it was and there, in that moment he only wondered if Harry could hear his heart cracking too, if Harry could listen to the sound of his heart breaking, if Harry could catch the heart break in his voice, if Harry could see his heart breaking in Draco’s eyes. 

“T- That’s a really good thing. Finally, you spent time with her, about time you know. I was getting tired of seeing you simp over her from across the table.” 

He still wondered how did he even manage to say those words out loud when all he was actually doing was holding onto the corner of his shirt so tight that he could rip it apart. 

Harry did a faint chuckle and if Draco’s heart didn’t shatter before hearing Harry’s words earlier, it sure broke now when he was able to witness the blush on his face that he could barely conceal and if his heart had already shattered before, it shattered way worse now. 

But what his years of trauma and his years of unrequited love has taught him, it’s that, to always find peace in knowing that the person you liked or even loved belonged way better with somebody else. He didn’t want to say it out loud ever, nor did he ever expected anything different but for once maybe he really wished that Harry would see beyond the facade of Draco and even like him a little bit but by the looks of it, Draco knew Harry only had eyes for Ginny right now. 

It hurt him. It hurt him like all the rest of the time it had hurt him. He wasn’t even jealous, he couldn’t even bring himself to be jealous, he was merely disappointed, in his own self. 

“I haven’t been simping over her all that long.” Harry said finally. 

Draco gave a faint smile and he wasn’t sure if it was for his own self or for Harry but he did it anyway and then he said, “Please, save me. Have you seen yourself? I have and I’ve literally seen you do puppy eyes at her, hell, even your voice changes when she’s around you. You like her so much, Harry, maybe you don’t even realise it all that much.” 

Harry only looked for a moment at Draco before he smiled shyly and said, “I do like her, a lot.” 

Draco only nodded despite what he really felt like doing. He just wanted to be a good friend.

 A friend, that was all.

“Shall we go back? It’s going to be late if we stay longer.” 

Harry nodded and they walked back to the castle. 

That night when Draco finally walked back to his own dorm, he replayed the whole conversation in his own head, he remembered the way Harry smiled, the way Harry talked about Ginny and then he thought really hard about all those signs he took as Harry remotely being interested in Draco. He thought of all the ways Harry talked to him and how he mistook everything and he couldn’t pin down why but for the first time in his life, he really felt his heart shattering loudly. He had never understood the depth of his feelings until now when he thought about Ginny and Harry and how he wanted to be okay with it. He thought about it long enough to forget that he had sat in front of the fireplace and that he had shed a tear and two and it hit him then, he loved Harry. He didn’t simply like Harry like all the rest of the people he had liked before, no, he loved Harry and that realisation broke his heart all the more because he found himself thinking about Harry finding his happiness in Ginny and it hurt him all the more when he decided that there was nothing more he wanted than Harry being happy even if it meant ruling out his chances of being with him or even confessing his feelings to him. 

He understood that Harry didn’t belong to him, he probably never will but one day Draco would have to make peace with the fact that one day he would see Harry’s hand wrapped around Ginny’s and there would be nothing he’d be able to do. 

Draco and Harry would never be a thing and unfortunately, Draco learnt it that night and there were no tears that would make it happen.

It was soon that the common room door opened and Pansy walked in and saw him sitting in front of the fire place. 

“Draco, you okay?’ 

Draco wiped the tears that had unconsciously left his eyes with the back of his shirt and nodded. 

Pansy gave him a sympathetic look, perhaps she caught on what happened but she didn’t bring it up. 

“I bought marshmallow’s, wanna eat?” 

"With chocolate dip?"

"You bet."

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Manifesting experiences into writing 😭

"Falling in love isn't mundane, we want it to work, we want to be liked, we wish to be wanted."

~ excerpt from my to be posted prompt

Come back home

He didn't intend on listening, that wasn't even on his list, nor was he eavesdropping but he was simply passing by like a usual passerby and he couldn't stop himself from listening to what the man inside the room was speaking. He recognized his voice at once, he had been so familiar with it from all those years ago and he swore that he would never be able to forget that voice, even in his dreams. You don’t forget people like him. 

What struck to him was how he found him after all those months from his reappearance. The last he had heard about him was when he was in Peru, backpacking in the foothills and that too he heard because he had managed to save someone from accidental magic and the words had spread like fire. He didn't know what he did after that, nor he thinks he knew what he was doing before the Peru incident and strangely he wishes he knew. Apparently, he was a mere shadow in almost everyone's life, mostly Draco’s own.

He opened the door softly and without much of a notice, he shifted towards the back seats of the room as silently as possible. He whispered to make some seat available for him and when finally sat, a relief ran through him that he was able to see his face, he didn’t know he longed to see his face. 

A hand raised in the crowd and Harry pointed towards the person to speak up. 

“Hi, I’m Riana. Since we were talking about main themes like love, I had something to share. I’m young, you see, so everyone fails to notice that I too can love, but I have fallen in love with someone, unfortunately one I should not love but I feel as if nobody would understand me and even if I do talk about it, I feel like I’m faulty, like I am making a big deal out of something I should never make. But why must it be that it’s me who is wrong to love and not him that I fell for? Why must it be that I still feel happy despite this pain that I feel? I don’t want to be wrong to love but I feel like I am, like I’ve been wrong my whole life.” 

Harry smiled softly sitting on his chair and shook his head, “Why must love have anything to do with age? Doesn’t a child love his or her mother from the moment it’s been put in her arms? Why do we have to define love as young or old, why do we need to define it. Love is love, regardless of age, sex, number, people, identity, nation. Its love. Riana, you love him and that’s neither here nor there that is wrong, it’s not your hearts fault to pursue love, it’s not himself that made you fall for him, that’s the thing about love, isn’t it, it just happens. I’m sure nobody in life ever asks to fall in love voluntarily, nobody who actually falls in love seeks love as an object, but we fall in love regardless. Love is without boundaries, it always has been, it’s we who make boundaries, our own fears, our own insecurities that forbid loving. We don’t decide who we fall for, we simply do, maybe for some beautiful grey eyes or someone’s beautiful hair, or smile or dimples. We don’t decide, we can never decide who we are going to meet, we just do and then, there goes our traitorous heart, seeking who wish we had never seek but who we love, despite what they do to us, makes us happy. That’s the most beautiful thing about love.” 

He glanced around the room for a brief moment and Draco ducked his head, not knowing why but he did, maybe because he felt illegal to be there but couldn’t exactly reason why. He knew he wasn't ready to face him in the crowd.

“We love unconditionally, we always have I believe. Why it hurts? Its because we love, and if we love, there will always be pain. Falling in love isn’t a mundane thing, we want it to work, we want to be liked, we wish to be wanted, it’s bigger than all of us combined, the difference is some gets to feel the intensity, some doesn’t. Lucky are those who gets to, unlucky are those who doesn’t get to, those who at the end of the day walk alone on their way to Eiffel tower but then you must ask me why is it so important that we love? Why is love such a big thing?” He smiled momentarily then spoke again, “Its because, since we learn the meaning of the word love, we look for it in things, in magic, in books, in flowers, in trees, in people and out of everything, only humans and animals loves us back and it hurts us when we don’t feel the returned love. I suppose loving should always be a choice, but most days its not, but never fear love, never look for faults in someone you love because maybe in years later, you’ll look in the mirror and their face would look back to you in reflection and then when you’d see them, you’d wonder, why was I so afraid to love? It was just love wasn’t it. As I see, I’ve sidelined from what we were actually talking about,” The crowd emerged in a soft laughter, so did Harry and Draco could find himself smiling. 

“Riana, this is for you, If you’ve loved him, love him entirely, It’ll hurt, it’ll make you want to kill, but if it doesn’t hurt, it’s not love and loving is rare. Believe me, not everyone can love and we cannot love everyone. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be loved if you must think, but expecting it to come back from the same person always, that’s a tragedy even Aristotle couldn’t talk about. So, I guess what I'm saying is don’t worry, your love would come to you, in the most unexpected ways possible.” And at the end Harry smiled. 

The convention eventually ended after that soon enough and no matter how much Draco had to fight his instincts, he couldn’t help and went upto Harry anyways. 

Harry had been collecting some sort of pamphlets and organising them on a stack on the table when Draco finally said something. 

“You make quite a speaker.” 

As Harry looked up, he was half shocked to find Draco there and half shocked to believe they met again after years at his own convention, “You gotta earn somehow.” 

Draco smiled, nodding his head along, “Yeah, Wizarding world is in debt anyhow,” 

“Really?” 

“No- I was only kidding.” Draco shook his head, playing off his joke. 

“Uhm, so what are you doing at this convention?”

“Shouldn’t I be the one to ask you that question? You’ve been in hiding for years now.” If Draco was trying to dig out some old bridges, Harry caught on. 

“If you want to call living my life my way hiding, then sure, I've been in hiding." Harry shrugged.

Draco sighed, helping Harry with a pamphlet that didn't need any help, "You know what I mean, Harry. You've been on a run, you ran away with so many questions unanswered."

Harry looked at Draco for a long moment before he could bring himself to say it, "I didn't run away from you if you think that's what I did,"

"But that's exactly what you did, you ran away from me, from Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Teddy.."

It struck Harry then maybe or maybe it was the guilt that ran as a glimpse in his eyes of what he had done or perhaps it was just a truth thrown at his face one more time. He stepped away from the table and collected his bag from the chair as if he was to depart very soon.

"Aren't you tired?"

Draco could only look at Harry's back but he knew what Harry wanted to say, he always knew, even back then.

"They all miss you, you know that right."

"And I don't?" Harry turned around.

Draco shrugged, "We don't run away from people we love, Harry, that's all I'm saying. I know you miss them too but why keep running away If you miss all of them!"

Harry sighed, shaking his head, "I've been running for a long time, Draco. I don't even know if I belong here anymore, If I belong with you people now."

"What are you talking about? You know you'll always belong here."

"They're all pissed. Don't you think I know them, I'm afraid to face them." Harry confessed.

"Harry, you'll be afraid of facing them for a minute, maybe a couple even but nobody would abandon you,"

"But what if they do?"

"You grew up with them, Harry. How can you not know this? They've always loved you, always will. Their anger is nothing but love for you. You don't see the way Ron still reads newspaper because of you and when that Peru thing happened, he took the next train there just to find you. Harry, they would never abandon you." Draco explained stepping closer to him.

Harry still shook his head unable to find anymore argument, "I guess you're right."

Draco nodded then as if he pretended to notice the time in his wrist he spoke up, "I should actually get going, I have to take the next train home."

Harry nodded understandably and nodded good-bye but perhaps that was not when he wanted to say goodbye, maybe there was something still left, so he asked as Draco was turning away, "Did you ever miss me?"

Draco turned around again to face Harry and shrugged his shoulders, "Every now and then."

But the truth was he missed him every living day, every breathing night, every sunrise, every sunset. He missed him, an awful lot but time had run out for him to admit that he missed someone he hadn't met in 4 years.

"I hope you know I never wanted to leave things the way I left."

Draco smiled, then nodded, "I know."

But even if he didn't, Draco understood. He didn't sleep many nights but he always knew that Harry Potter could hardly ever break his heart all that much. He always Harry had a reason, even before anyone else understood it.

"I wanted it, I really did but thing's.."

"There was never a moment I didn't know you didn't want it but I suppose something's were always much larger than the need to date someone. In any case even if all that wasn't clear before, I know it now, especially after listening to everything you said at the convention." Draco smiled.

Harry smiled back and nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "Yeah- I don't forget things easily, you know that."

Draco nodded, implying he did know it.

"I should go." Draco said again and this time he was almost at the door when he had one last thing to say,

"Harry, come back home. You know right where it is."

Harry was stunned for what seemed like moments because he didn't expect Draco to remember it from all those years ago. It was him who used to say that home is people, it's never places and when you lose your way, you know right where your home is but along the lines Harry expected Draco to forget it, but he didn't and that hit him, that made him want to run miles for home.

"Do you think you'd want to go to that Bistro with me now? Down the alley?" Harry asked.

Draco was shook but his surprise quickly shifted to a smile and he shook his head, "That turned down last year but I do have a place in mind, if you want we can go there? This weekend works?"

"Sure."

Draco smiled, "It'll be nice to see you back."

And he left the room and for the last time he left the room without a worry if he'll say Harry again or not, he knew he would.

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Roads that lead back home

Microfic word: Always

No, he didn't expect he'd be here. This was the last place be expected himself to find but Harry had already fled off, left and the thing about Harry was, its that if he didn’t want people to find him, he’d do a great job at being lost, so, almost no one had his whereabouts and partially Draco thought it was better that way.

But it was one stupid drunk night where his system was intoxicated and he knew right now there was nothing more than wanting Harry back but he had no idea how to and if Harry would even want him back anymore.

But, there he was with a chance of hope or faith or anything for that matter, At Hermione's house, his last resort.

"Can I get you a cup of coffee?" Hermione asked as she peered through her kitchen window.

Draco softly shook his head, "Water is fine."

Hermione nodded instantly and fetched him just water.

As she gave him the water, she stood there for a few seconds, trying to muster the courage to ask him what's his reason, why after all this time he was here and why now.

"I made a mistake." Draco finally said, setting aside the glass of water while staring at the floor long enough that he could burn holes in it.

Hermione then found herself asking, "How do you know?"

"Because I've let the best thing that ever happened to me walk away without fight." Draco finally said raising his head to look up at Hermione.

She sighed and sat down on the couch on the opposite side, "Not going to sugarcoat but you may have."

"How could I let that happen?"

Hermione simply shrugged, "We as humans take things, people, time for granted."

"But I don't want to take him for granted. I never did but-I- I let him walk away." Draco's voice tremored, "I didn't want him to walk away from me, ever."

"Then why did you?" She asked as politely, as carefully as she could.

Draco shook his head, "I thought he deserved better.. I always thought he did but I let it get to me. Maybe there's always going to be someone better than me for him but I want to be with him, always. We didn't have an ordinary kind of love, we had something beautiful- and it was so much more better than I ever could have gotten but I had it, I really had it and it doesn't matter if I deserved it or not, I just want Harry to be happy, I want to make him happy."

"Then why are you here?" She asked.

Draco shook his head, "I think I'm afraid that he wouldn't want to listen to me."

"If you never tell him, he'd never know."

"but why would he even want to hear me out anymore?" He asked.

"Because I've seen Harry in love before," She took a pause to smile at Draco, then continued, "and as much as I hate to admit it, I've seen him the happiest with you, despite everything. Because I know he would want to hear you out and even if he doesn't, make him listen to you because he may not admit it but he wants to be with you too, always as you say it."

"You really think so?"

She nodded.

"where do I find him?"

"I think if anyone should know where he is, it should be you."

But that’s the thing, he didn’t know, he really didn’t. He wanted to place all his bets, all his options, all his thoughts into figuring out the place Harry might be at but he didn’t know. He knew Harry didn’t want to be found, so, how was he to know where he might be? 

“But I don’t.” 

Hermione smiled lightly at Draco and then said, “When you run out of all options, follow your heart, It’ll always lead you there. I know something that can help you, I can give you something that would lead you to him but he’s my best friend and if you really love him as much as you say you do, then the answer is right with you and you need not look anywhere but follow your heart.” 

Draco could bet a 100% she sounded like a riddle lady, maybe a couple of years earlier he’d have laughed at it and ridiculed about it but right now he couldn’t place one reason to think that Hermione was being tough at the moment. 

If anything, Draco knew he was alone, in all of this, he was alone. 

He left her house a couple of minutes later hoping he knew where to find Harry but he walked a couple miles in the September wind not knowing even for a split second where he should go. He thought maybe even giving up would be better but he knew better than to give up, he can’t and he doesn’t want to. He went around the edge of the road, tired out of his limbs, sat on one of the benches under the street light and breathed. He felt a freckle of cold air pass by and he felt colder than he did in that plain white shirt he wore so often. 

He sat there for a while, under the spotlight of the street light going through almost all the memories he had with Harry and trying to find the answer, trying to find a conversation where Harry might have ever mentioned going whenever he wanted to escape but maybe they never had that conversation, maybe they never talked about it. He felt lost but just then, right at that second, an ice cream vendor passed through the street with his cart saying “From the hills,” and even though it made no sense, it hit Draco and without even a moment’s hesitation he disapparated and Merlin, was he right. 

The lights on the top floor were flickering and Draco very well assumed Harry actually didn’t know about it because he could see the lights of the living room turned on. He cautiously went around the circle and saw that Harry was sitting on the arm chair in fact reading a book that Draco had multiple times suggested but had never read. 

It was in that moment Draco truly wondered if he should go in or walk away right now but walking away then meant to never have Harry again and not walking away meant facing a rejection from him that he was so sure of getting but he thought only of Hermione’s words and he took his shot and knocked on the door. 

It took him a while but the door opened with Harry holding up his wand as a matter of defense and Draco standing there, gazing at him as defenseless as possible. 

“You.” 

Draco couldn’t say anything, he just stood there, staring at Harry. 

“How did you know I was at the burrow?” 

“When nothing makes sense, home always does, right?” Harry had said that and Draco had forgotten about it until he had seen that ice cream vendor. There was only one home Harry had ever known and it was this. If Harry was impressed, shocked or surprised, Draco couldn’t tell but one thing was sure, him being here was unexpected for Harry. 

“Why are you here?” Harry finally asked.

“For you.” 

“Isn’t it a little late for that, Draco.” Harry narrowed his eyes at him for a moment then turned away to walk inside but it was as though Draco didn’t want to follow in. 

“You always said it’s never too late or was it just words?” 

Harry turned around immediately, almost agitated, “I don’t know, Draco. It was all just words to you when you gave up on us when you said you wouldn’t, when you broke the promises you said you wouldn’t break.” 

“But did I? Did I really give up on us? Did I really the break any promises, Harry? I’m standing here, in the middle of a random night, someone who gave up wouldn’t do this.” 

Harry shook his head, “No, but you gave up when it was most important for us to stick together. The bottom line is Draco, when we had to fight together, we fought against one another. That’s what someone who gave up does.” 

“But- Harry- you may have given up, I haven’t. I was lost, okay, I was lost for a while, I lost my ways, I lost the reasons to hold on, I lost my reasons to remember that it’s us against the world but I’m here right now.” 

“And suddenly you being here is going to fix everything?” 

Draco shook his head, “No, a hundred percent not. I’m not expecting you to forget about all of it and forgive me but I want you to hear me out,” 

“Hear out what, Draco? What’s there to say? We gave up, on each other.” 

“That I love you. Yes, Harry, I do love you still, always will and you know why? Its because you are the only person in my entire life who ever saw me for me, way before anyone else ever did." He took a pause and focused on the way Harry's expressions relaxed somehow and the way he seemed much welcoming than he did a moment ago.

"I know, Harry that I made it hard for you to believe that I still love you but I do. I never even stopped and the truth is I don't even want to stop because stopping loving you is having a future without you and damn me in hell, I don't even like the sound of that future. You are my past, present and I want you to be my future. I don't want to give up on us because Harry I want to wake up next to you, everyday and tell you that I love you and I want to sleep every night knowing I'm doing it in your arms, I want to bake cookies with you, I want to kiss you before I go and I want to come home to you, I want to travel the world with you, watch sunsets with you, I want to buy all my firsts with you. I want you, Harry, more than I've ever wanted anyone in my entire life. I would go hell and beyond to prove you how much I love you but I don't want to because I know our love is stronger than wanting to prove just how strong it is. You are the only real thing in my life, you're the only one who makes sense and I know I made mistakes, I know I gave up when I should not have but it was only because I thought you could do so much more better than me. I know you told me repeatedly but- Harry- it's easiest for me to imagine someone out there made much better for you, much better suited you.."

"But, Draco- I told you, I do want you. Always.-"

"I know, Harry. I get it now but even if I don't, I don't care if someone is better suited for you or not, I want you to be happy but I want to be the reason to make you happy, I want to be the reason you smile every day. I'm far from perfect and I know that but I want to the best of myself for you and it took me a while to get all of this but I understand it now. You can do better than me but I can't do better than you. I don't want anyone of us to have someone other than us." A tear slipped down Draco's eye's unconsciously. He had opened his wound, he had cut his own flesh again and he was bleeding and he was setting it in front of Harry to cure it, hoping he would fix his wounds.

Harry shook his head and walked toward Draco, "Draco, How many time have I told you that I want no one but you but you don't get it, do you? Fuck having better than you, you're the best I have. You're everything I've ever wanted, everything I need. I can't do any better than you because you are the best and I love you too, okay. Stop crying- gosh- we've only been away for a few weeks." But Harry didn't do much great at holding his tears back, his own voice was breaking, he himself was choking up and it would only take a blow for him to cry as well. He opened his arms and immediately wrapped it around Draco's body, embracing a shaking Draco and rubbing his back.

"But these weeks apart from you were hell. Being away from you was hell and I don't ever want to do that again, Harry, ever. It showed me how the rest of my life would look like and I don't want a life without you, Harry. I don't. You complete me."

Harry chuckled at Draco but he himself started crying soon because in all the days he spent away from Draco, he hated it with everything in him. He kept on constantly doing things, buying things that would remind him of Draco because he couldn't let go of Draco, he didn't even want to because in the short span of time they've been together, Draco has become his entire world and he really wouldn't have it any other way.

"Why couldn't you had realised all this weeks ago? We wouldn't have wasted so much time." Harry said at last.

"If I did, we wouldn't be here."

And it was true.

They finally separated from the hug but didn't move away at all. They openly stared at each other's faces, missing everything and embracing everything again.

"So, what now?" Draco asked.

Harry smiled at him and slowly kissed his forehead, "We figure it out."

"I like the sound of it." And he did.

And despite everything, Draco was glad to be home.

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Blankets in living room

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

"hello?"

"Draco, can you do me a favour-"

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

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

"Harry?"

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

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

"Draco?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello to you too." Harry finally said.

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

"3 days?"

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

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

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

"I can take care of myself."

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

"I can."

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

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

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

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"You really don't have to do-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Draco, you can go home."

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

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

"Harry but still-"

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

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

"I'm just worried."

"I know."

"Draco- you'll catch it-"

"Shush."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It'll be worth it."

"I love you."

"I love you too, dumbass."

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

And Draco did him.

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On the other side

Microfic word requested: I'm sorry

AU: Harry didn't survive the war

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

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

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

"Harry Potter 31 July 1980 - 2 May 1998.

There never lived anyone like him."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In the whole wide world, only you

Fluff

He had been sitting on the couch for the most part of the evening, reading, like he normally did whenever he was alone. He liked the silence in the flat but only the light traffic from outside he could hear, he liked those moments of being alone. He enjoyed them while it lasted and It was one of his silent alone nights until he heard the door open and the keys being kept on the counter with a long sigh and he just knew. He smiled to himself and waited for the man he loved too dearly for his own good to appear at the door of the living room and soon he did.

Harry looked at him with exhaustion before Draco put his book aside on the coffee table and said, "Long day?"

"You wouldn't believe." Harry sighed.

Draco smiled lightly and sunk a little further in the couch to make some space for Harry and opened his arms for him to join, "Come here and tell me all about it."

Harry walked slowly and tiredly towards the couch shaking his head, saying that he didn't want to talk about his day and instantly collapsed over Draco upon reaching the couch, making him laugh,

"You're gonna crush my bones, Harry." He laughed lightly.

"Well, now you know what my insides feel like." He muffled against his chest.

Draco threw his head back a little unable to control his chuckle. He wrapped one of his arms around Harry's torso and the other one in his hair and kissed the top of his head softly, "You're too exhausted, my love."

Harry hummed without moving a single inch.

Draco gazed at him fondly then shifted a little more closer so Harry could be a little more comfortable and ran his hands through his hair.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?"

Harry only shook his head and slid sideways so he laid beside Draco now.

"Are you sure?" He asked again and Harry shook his head again.

Draco gave up his question then and only wrapped his arms around Harry and kissed his forehead again, "You really don't want to talk about today?"

Harry shook his head, "I just wanna stay here with you and cuddle and forget the world exists." Harry replied closing his eyes and cuddling into Draco.

Draco smiled and nodded, "Fine then, we'll stay here as long as you want and forget the world ever existed."

Draco wrapped one his arms around Harry's body, pulling him closer while with his other hand he turned the recorder on, Can't help Falling in love by Elvis played instantly and he turned his volume just by a notch. He drew small circles on Harry's back and whispered soft reassurances to him like he often did, telling him to not work so much while Harry only hummed and even though Draco knew Harry wasn't actually listening, he almost never did yet he still would tell him because he knew Harry needed to hear those words.

That was the thing about their love, those unspoken words, the understanding in coming home at night and just staying there with each other. Their love wasn't made out of glass or metal or anything, hell they didn't even care about what it was made of because it didn't matter. In that moment, in that time, they loved each other more than they have ever loved anyone else and that's all that ever mattered. Their happiness was in coming home to being two arms wrapped around each other and soft music playing until they would fell asleep right there on the couch and it didn't have to make sense to the rest of the world because their world was right here, in that apartment they bought together and that was all that mattered.

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Devil wears Prada and wine?

Fluff // Because my sleep schedule is ruined within a week of staying at home and I told this dumbass I'd write for her, so here it is... (@drarrywords happy now?)

"Thank you guys for coming over, it was all really beautiful, I couldn't have asked for a better way to celebrate it." Harry said as his friends started walking out of the door.

Yes, Harry got appointed as Head Auror, the post he's been trying to reach for weeks, month's even. This was his ultimate goal and only he knew how much he had to work his ass off for that one position and he celebrated that night with his friends with some champagne, wine and the best food in town and this was finally the time when all his friends left. He really couldn't have asked for better friends.

"We really went through 6 bottles of wine today." Finally Draco said as he cleaned up the table.

Harry sighed as he walked towards Draco and helped clear up the table as well, "Yeah, that's still less for a celebration. If this celebration was exhausting, imagine actually throwing a party with all the office peers. I'm dreading it already."

Draco chuckled coming out of the kitchen with napkins, "yeah, well sir you should, you're a big man now. These parties are going to be really frequent from now on."

Harry pulled a chair out of the dining table and said as he sat down, "no way out, huh?"

Draco shook his head with a smile, "not anymore."

"Do you think I made the wrong choice?" Harry asked suddenly.

Draco stopped wiping the table off for a moment and looked at Harry with a frown, "Wrong choice? Why would you say that?"

"I don't know, I never thought about it all that much but it's coming to me now that it's all going to be really exhausting, working on the field, then coming back and handling the office. Blaise even pointed out the other day that Bailey leaves his office at 7 in the evening, to think about it, Draco, imagine his life, no wonder he's so happy retiring now- I don't know, maybe, I'm just having second thoughts- maybe I won't be able to manage all of it and I only did it because I thought I could but it's all becoming real now." Harry shrugged. He'd be lying if he said these fears didn't linger in the back of his head but for the first time, he spoke these things out loud with the only man he ever trusted the most.

Draco frowned and sat down in the chair next to Harry's and asked, "I don't get it, you've never been afraid of responsibilities, why suddenly?"

"It's not responsibilities I'm afraid of, it's everything else, the expectations, the work and I didn't want to say it but I fear I won't have enough time for anything anymore, to go out on weekends with Ron, meet Teddy on Sunday brunch, spend time with you, I feel like it'll all slip away from my hands eventually and the more I think about it, the more I realise that it already is slipping away. I don't want to get into work and regret it." Harry shrugged as if it was very casual thing to say but even he knew he was very scared for all of it.

"Harry, you're just fearing change."

"very much."

Draco pulled his chair closer to Harry and took Harry's hand in his own and said, "I have known you for years and I know you fear that something might go wrong and you'll fuck up but you don't realise that you won't mess up. Messing up isn't your thing, Harry. I know you're scared of everything but it'll all be fine, you don't have to start thinking about things immediately, you just got the offer of being the Head Auror, Harry-"

"But-"

"No, be here, in the moment. You've wanted to do this ever since you were 15 and I can't imagine one person who knew what they wanted to do since they were 15, it's a big deal, you've always wanted this. You've always liked being an Auror, you've always loved being on the field, you've always loved being James bond and catching bad guys,"

Harry chuckled lightly and Draco smiled at him,

"I mean no way you're as cool as James Bond, but you're good enough." Harry hit him lightly on his arms and Draco let out a low chuckle.

"But what if I'm not cut out for this?" Harry asked after a while.

"It's fine if you're not. You have your whole life ahead of you, Harry. You can be anything you want to be. You don't always have to fit in, you don't always have to be the best guy or the guy who has it all figured out. So what, if in 2 month's you realise that being Head Auror isn't as appealing, you can always change your job, take up another post. You can't always know exactly what you want. You have endless possibilities and you are never going to run out of time, okay, not with people that you care about."

"okay, yes all that is fine, but what if I won't be able to manage giving time to people I actually care about?"

"If they all care about you as well, they'll understand. Look, we'll drive down every Saturday to meet Teddy, you can always meet Ron on Friday night's for the game, discuss how shitty both of your lives are. What I'm saying is, you'll just be fine. I know you're scared and worried but it's all going to be fine. You can enjoy the moment right now." Draco tried to reassure Harry as he ran circles on his palm with his thumb.

Harry sighed as he relaxed a little, "What if it doesn't work out the way I want it to?"

Draco shrugged then said, "We'll figure it out, together. No matter what, we'll figure out anything that comes in your way. It's okay to be scared, Harry but you're not alone, you have me, you have Ron, you have your other friends, we're all here. And I don't know why you're scared that you won't be able to give me time because I'm always going to be here, everyday you come back from work, I'll be right here because I'm not going anywhere, Harry, really. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Harry finally smiled for the first time after a while and relaxed further. He soon leaned forward and kissed Draco's cheeks, "What would I do without you?"

Draco snorted, "Die, obviously. You are a human cat, Harry. You need me."

Harry rolled his eyes while shaking his head but he was so sure that he could only ever do it fondly, "Idiot."

Draco smiled and said, "And you're a dumbass."

So, If in that moment Harry was scared for what might happen next or everything that may come his way or every change that would happen, he was sure of one thing and it was that, Draco was never going anywhere, he would always be there for him, always and he didn't know how he ever got that lucky but he did and he would never want anything or anyone else.

"Now, come on, we still have the living room to clean up and I am not going to miss out our re-watch on Devil wears Prada with wine." Draco said as he got up and quickly started cleaning up again.

Harry chuckled, shaking his head, he was in love with an idiot and he really wouldn't have it any other way.

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Promises on the Oak tree

"can you hold me?" He asked so simply, so calmly unlike what he truly felt.

They were sat on the bark of the Oak tree in the forbidden forest in the silence of the night after everyone had gone to sleep and they had managed to sneak past the doors to be with each other.

Draco nodded, "of course."

He brought his arms closer and wrapped them around Harry's body while Harry tried to hold onto him. He leaned his face over Draco's shoulder and stayed silent. Draco knew something was up, he had known it all day when he noticed Harry in the great hall in the morning barely speaking to anyone and spending most of his day away from any sort of company but unfortunately he had no idea what had actually happened and he was afraid that Harry would only want silence and peace that day.

They stayed silent for a really long time, long enough for Draco to cast a warming charm on both of them and for his mood to become more worrisome as to what had really happened until he finally decided one had to speak up and it had to be him.

"Harry? Are you okay?"

Harry only nodded but Draco knew after having been together long enough that he wasn't okay, there was something and Harry only wanted a little time and a little more comfort to finally talk about it.

"You know I love you, right?" Draco said suddenly.

Harry looked up at Draco almost confused.

"I don't know what happened but I'm here with you for whatever you want and I love you, I just want you to know that."

Harry shook his head suddenly, "It's just- Somedays are harder than the others."

Draco gently took hold of one of Harry's hands and intertwined their fingers together.

"I- I don't know what happened but I've just been strange all day and Ron and Hermione kept bothering me about it. You know those sort of days where you don't even know what's wrong but you're just- kind of thinking of every possible thing wrong about yourself?"

Draco frowned but Harry didn't look at him.

"I don't know what came over me but something just doesn't feel right.. it's almost like I don't even like myself anymore, that maybe I haven't for a while. These nightmares someday become too real that I start believing that i deserve it, that you-know-who is getting in my head and coming after me, that maybe I deserve it and everyone hates me at school, I deserve it. I know it's wrong but somedays are harder than the others and I forget the lines between what's real and what's not and I delve into that anxiety of never being good enough- and I don't know how to fix that. I've never known how to fix it."

Draco for the first time in their relationship ever wanted to throw Harry off a cliff for thinking he could ever deserve all those things. It made him so mad but he instantly became so upset because Harry was the most precious thing in the whole world and he deserved the absolute best and it was a shame that he couldn't make him believe that.

But Draco nodded, "Some days are worse than the others, I agree but we can't get hung up on those bad days, can we? If we keep falling into what we think we deserve and what we actually deserve, the world would fall into crisis. But we all have those days, you know. I have days myself when I feel so low that I just want to stay curled up in my bed all day and keep thinking over what people in the halls say about me but then I think about you and I realise that in every hall In the world you'll still love me same, my friends would still love me the same and probably my parent's too. The solution is not to sulk into those thoughts but to think of all the people who oppose our fears and I for one can tell you Harry Potter, you deserve the best in the whole universe."

"But how do you get out of that train of bad thoughts?" He asked.

Draco shrugged, "you gotta believe in the people who love you for a reason. Look, I know it's hard but there are people out there who love you for a reason and you have to believe their reasons and I know it's hard because believing the bad things is easier than the good things but we have to let our feelings slide and learn to love ourselves a little more."

"But what if I never learn how to love myself?"

Draco stared at Harry for long enough to feel water prickling at his eyes. How could an amazing person like him remotely even think about not being good enough?

"Then I'll do the loving on both our parts. I'll love you till you learn to love yourself, even if it rakes forever, I'll be here to show you exactly why you deserve all the love in the world."

And then Harry finally met his eyes and gave him a small smile, "I'll never understand why you love me but I'm glad you do."

"I'm glad you're glad I love you."

"you'll be here? For as long as it takes?"

"For as long as it takes."

"I love you, Draco."

And he loved him, too.

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Till the sun burns and moon shines

It was in that one moment before he left when his eyes met mine and in that one gaze he said everything he couldn't find the words to say to me. His eyes poured the agony of having to walk away, the hurt, the pain, the ache, the grief of it the tainted history they'll carry.

I never thought we'd meet this end, one last looks kind of end. I always thought if there's one person who's meant to go down forever, it'll be with him but life plays one card so cruelly and from winning the game, you end up losing it all, just one last flip, just one sign, one number of a card that changes everything. For us, it was me forcing him to fall out of love with me.

But I think he knew that I forced him to leave me, I think he knew I never meant when I said I didn't love him anymore because he knows I'll never stop loving him but everything stands against us but Harry, if you don't know this, I hope when you met my eyes, I hope you learnt the words that never left my lips. I hope I told you in my gaze that we were just two people who were meant to meet but never meant to work out, that we were just a product of the right person at the wrong time, I hope I told you that I'll love and cherish everything you ever gave me and I'll never meet anyone like you, that I'll always, always love you and there will never be anybody else, that even if I cross your path one day know that I still love you, that in my dreams it'll only ever be you, that if I wish upon the moons and the stars and the infinity, it's you I'm wishing for but we were not meant to work out.

But if by chance, life flips me again, gives me another card and gives me one more chance, gives us one more chance, I'll take it and change our fate and that time I hope you take it too, until then you belong with someone else but I'll be yours, for as long as the sun burns and the moon shines.

(yes, I'm still alive, just trying to fix my life somehow)

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As December starts tomorrow, here's a list of microfics I'll be working on this month.

1. Forest

2. Church

3. Snow globe

4. Great hall

5. Concert

6. Waffles

7. Car

8. The Weasley burrow

9. Sun

10. Champagne

11. Maroon

12. Snow

13. Paris

14. Blackout

15. Fireplace

16. Seashell

17. War

18. Vineyard

19. Clockwork

20. Rockfeller centre

21. New beginnings

22. Golden

23. Temptation

24. Proposal

25. Cardigan

December generally tends to become that one month for me where I'm too nostalgic for my own good and like last year, I wanted to write some December prompts. I'm really looking forward to writing these prompts as regularly as possible because I genuinely miss writing a lot because I've realised I've almost stopped doing due to my general life. As usual my inbox would be open for any requests, anything that may come to your mind and I'm looking forward to this.. Much love<3

(@drarrywords and I came up with this list for our general writing but everyone is open to use this list and add your own)