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Osomatsu - 'Hymn for the Missing'

𝘋𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦!𝘖𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘟 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨!𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙎𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: 𝙃𝙮𝙢𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙮 𝙍𝙀𝘿

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Waking up again with his mind running on fumes. He hated the feeling, though he should be used to it by now.

Sitting up in his seat, Osomatsu groaned lowly as he felt a sharp stiffness in his neck and shoulders, his back also aching from the slouched position he had fallen asleep in. He rolled his neck slowly, sucking in a breath as it cracked in a few places.

His desk was scattered with loose papers and uncapped pens, as usual. Blearily peering at the scribbled words of his own handwriting, he frowned as his head began to ache, and he rested his palms over his eyes.

Taking in one long, deep breath, he pushed himself away from his desk and stood up, his right hand rubbing his sore left shoulder, staring down at a particular paper for a few seconds longer before forcing himself to leave the room.

A few steps down the hallway, he entered a room to the left — the bathroom. Flicking the light switch upwards, he flinched as the warm coloured light bulb filled the room in a golden glow. Osomatsu fumbled with the faucet as his eyes adjusted to the change in lighting, eventually turning it on and grabbing his toothbrush.

As he brushed his teeth, his tired gaze wandered around the area in front of him, landing on the small cup on the sink filled with a large tube of toothpaste and a spare white toothbrush. Beside the cup was a small tub filled with different facial cleansers, each a unique, fruity scent that used to fill the space next to him. Now, the air was stale.

He wandered out of the bathroom after a short while, dragging himself over to the kitchen to grab whatever was available to eat. Opening the fridge door, he wasn't surprised to see it almost completely barren, save for a couple of eggs and a carton of milk. Osomatsu tried searching for a spare plate to put his omelette on, but all his plates were dirty and stacked up in the sink, along with a majority of any other dishes and cutlery he owned. It was all a mess. There was even a pile of beer cans scattered in the corner of the kitchen by the bin, which he most likely wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't almost tripped on one of them.

It wasn't always like this. He knew that.

Osomatsu's hair was a dishevelled mess. His cowlicks wouldn't stand up the way they used to, and his bed hair wouldn't flatten down no matter how much he tried to smooth them out with water. Pausing with a blank look at the mirror, his hand still resting on the back of his head, he began to remember a time when there was someone there to nimbly fix his hair for him, fingers gently brushing through his hair, soothing him, bringing a smile to his face in the early mornings, just like this.

He could still feel the ghost of a touch hovering over his scalp. He frowned as he willed it to touch him, but it only disappeared.

The commute to work was as dull as ever. Sitting on the crowded train, being jostled back and forth between the sea of bodies around him, receiving the same odd looks he always got when he wore his brown detective suit, although maybe this time they were staring because of how unkempt he looked. It wasn't a bother to him anymore, though. What was the point?

His eyes were trained to the ground as he walked the rest of the way to his office building, a hand stuck in his pocket and keeping a tight grip on his phone, his fingers twitching every now and then as he felt his anticipation begin to spiral out of control. Upon entering the building, he didn't notice a man in a professional grey suit up ahead beginning to walk towards him, nervously fiddling with the silver watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Detective Osomatsu?" The man flinched, slowly bringing his head up to find a familiar face standing before him.

"Ah... Todomatsu... Good morning." Osomatsu cleared his throat, finding it deep and gravelly, scratching at his throat with each word spoken from his lips. Todomatsu frowned, hesitantly reaching a hand out towards his friend before placing it back at his side.

"We've been trying to contact you for a while now, detective. Did you get any of our emails or calls?" Todomatsu shifted his stance from leaning on his right leg to his left. A silent sigh left him as Osomatsu nodded, his eyes almost absent from the conversation  entirely as he brought out his phone, staring hard at the dark screen.

"Osomatsu," Todomatsu tried again, "We really need your help on these other cases that have just been piling up in your absence. We understand you're in a... a difficult situation right now, but maybe working on something else will help get your mind off of things for a while —"

"How will any of that help..?" Todomatsu fell silent upon hearing the detective speak. "Don't you get it? I don't — I can't work on anything else until this one is solved." His low murmuring started sounding more and more frantic as he held his blank phone screen up to Todomatsu's face.

"I've been waiting, and waiting, for a phone call, or—or a text message, or something! That isn't from any of you! And I just... I don't have anything to go off anymore! All the leads, all the clues, they go nowhere! What else am I supposed to do?"

Todomatsu yelped as Osomatsu suddenly clutched onto the front of his suit, his dark eyes stormy and clouded as he now began screaming, everyone's attention now turned to him.

"She wouldn't just up and leave for no reason! It was only supposed to be one hour — I was only meant to be in this goddamn building for one fucking hour, if it weren't for you bastards taking up all my time, and by the time I got back, she —" He choked, his head falling low as the tears began to once again fall in thick streams down his cheeks.

"Now she's gone... I have no fucking clue where she could be, or who did this... Or maybe it's just all my fault she left... off the face of the earth, all because of me, because I'm not... good enough..."

His whispered begs for an answer fell short as his throat was overtaken by cries and suppressed sobs, clenching his jaw only for his whole body to shiver with unreleased tears, his hands becoming loose as he fell to the floor on his knees, knocking his hat off of his head to pull at his own dark tresses, hoping to feel something again, but it wasn't the same.

Todomatsu stood in silent shock, the grief rolling off of Osomatsu in waves, rendering the man useless and unsure of what to do or say. A hand suddenly clamped down onto his shoulder, startling him out of his own stupor.

"I-Inspector Choromatsu..."

"I'll take it from here," the man with a tight-lipped frown nodded, gently manoeuvring Todomatsu out of the way as he knelt down to Osomatsu's level. He eyed him for a moment from underneath his fedora before slowly taking a hold of Osomatsu's wrist. He carefully pried his fingers off of his hair, silently guiding the weeping man to his feet and out of the building, quickly sending a scalding glare back to all those who had stopped to stare, all of them jumping back to work.

Osomatsu didn't register himself being put into Choromatsu's car and being taken home. Choromatsu was very reluctant to send his friend to an empty home, where he knows he'll just feel worse about the whole situation, but he also remembered what had happened the last time he had tried to get Osomatsu to stay at his own home. He was thankful that Osomatsu's breakdown wasn't as violent as the last one had been.

"You have my number. Give me a call whenever you want, and I'll keep you updated, alright?" Choromatsu watched as his friend vaguely nodded, catching smaller and smaller slivers of Osomatsu's pale face through the crack in the door before it closed completely, leaving him out in the stony and cold hallway. He waited a moment longer before slowly turning away, glancing back one final time before disappearing down the elevator.

Osomatsu had wandered into his study again, staring holes into all the scattered papers covering his entire desk before fluttering to the floor, pooling around his desk and chair. He tentatively reached out for a manila folder laying in front of him, steadily opening the cover to flick through all the evidence, red writing scrawled all over the pages. Each one stating that none of the evidence matched up, something didn't make sense, he was getting nowhere, absolutely nowhere, why was nothing adding up? Why couldn't he figure it out? Why couldn't anyone figure it out? How did it all go wrong?

In a sudden fit of rage, he launched the folder across the room, the heavy weight of paper crashing against the floor. It was swiftly followed by another thud as Osomatsu swiped his arm over the desk, shoving everything onto the ground. A yell of frustration and grief tore itself from his lungs as he continued to rip and tear at every piece of red writing he could find, a flurry of paper floating around him as he continued trashing the room until he became exhausted.

He sat on the carpeted ground, finding nothing else to break so he forcefully grabbed at his head with his hands, heaving heavy breaths as red started to leave his vision. He spotted something else on the ground, instead; a picture.

Osomatsu froze, shaky fingers reaching out for the crumpled photograph and bringing it up to his face. He smoothed out the crinkles to reveal a beautiful, smiling face, the shining eyes he would always remember staring straight up at him. He traced over the plump and pretty lips, the locks of hair that framed the face of the woman he loved so enchantingly.

A name croaked from his lips, followed by a shuddering breath, and then fresh, hot tears. The picture blurred together as he brought it close to his chest, crushing it under his grip as he called the same name out again desperately, falling to the ground and curling into himself as his sobs filled the air.

His heart ached, painfully so, tear after tear being shed, his head throbbing violently, his whole body racking with stuttering breaths. He would lay there for hours, the afternoon light filtering through the window steadily turning darker and darker, leaving Osomatsu to cry himself to sleep, the picture still in his clutches, now stained with his tears.

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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All Too Well

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

~ Part One available here!

~ Part Two available here!

Part Three ( 9.2k words )

TW ⚠️- Angst

“I think, love is in the walks that we take, it's in the mud shoes get dirty in, it’s in the morning coffee, it’s in the queue at a coffee shop, it’s in the back pocket of a jeans, it’s on the rooftop of a broken house, it’s in the wagon of an empty train, it’s in the snow that touches the skin, it’s in the rain that falls, it’s in the smile the strangers share, it’s in the water that is in the sea, it’s in the sun rays that touch the skin after a long day, it’s in singing in the shower, it’s in the palm of your hands, it’s even in walking away from life. Love is everywhere, it’s on us how we find it, and when we find and maybe even why we find it. We love, because we don’t know how to do anything else but maybe that’s why we fear love, because we don’t know how to do anything else”

But that’s about love, It’s a highland. It's a long mountainous land and the mountain has slopes that run up and down. 

When you circle through the mountain and you reach the top, there’s nowhere left to go but down. 

“Hi, This is Draco Malfoy and I’m not available right now, leave me a message… Beep” 

“Hi, Draco, hi. How are you doing? I just wanted to say sorry for several previous calls. Just want to know if you’re okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Call me when you’re free.” And he ended the voice message there. 

He slid the cell back in his pocket and walked back into the restaurant, plastering a smile on his face.

“Come on Harry, we’re cutting the cake.” Ron yelled from afar and Harry immediately walked faster to the table. It was only moments later when his friends broke out into a congratulatory song for Ginny on making it to the team. 

It was a good day, the celebration, the people, and being with friends. It was certainly a great time to be with friends and a good time for Harry to take his mind off things. 

“Hi?” 

Harry turned to see Ginny have joined him at the bar while he was checking his cell, again “Oh, hi. Didn’t see you there” 

She chuckled, “It's okay. I just want you say thanks to Draco for the gift he sent” 

“The gift-” he frowned “-oh right, yeah the gift. For sure. I’ll tell him” he nervously laughed. 

She frowned at Harry herself, “Is everything alright with you two?” she asked. 

Harry nodded his head, “Oh yeah. It’s just he’s been pretty busy at work so we’ve been talking less but otherwise we’re great” 

“Are you sure?” she asked and Harry nodded, assuring her affirmatively. 

He sighed when she left and checked his cell again. 

That same night while Harry was staring up at the ceiling at 3 am, that was when his cell rang and he picked up to see it was Draco. 

“Draco?” 

“Did I wake you?” 

Harry remained silent for a moment. He was slightly mad at Draco for not calling him in a while at all but he was too exhausted to even be mad at him. 

“No” 

“Are you mad at me?” He asked from the other side. 

Harry didn’t reply, instead he asked “How have you been?” 

“Busy.” he replied distantly. 

“Yeah, it's clear.” 

“Are you mad at me?” he asked again, his voice soft and a touch uncertain. 

Harry turned to his side and sighed, “No, i’m just happy to hear your voice” 

Harry couldn’t see him but he knew Draco was smiling, he knew it from the way he was silent, “Can you forgive me?” 

“Always.” Harry replied but Draco didn’t. 

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Harry hurriedly finished up cleaning the dishes, checking the watch after every minute. He was almost done with his dishes when Bella came and purred next to his legs. 

“Oh- Bella, Bella, no, not today. Please. We can’t play today. I have a video call with Draco - please.” he complained but her being her, she kept purring against his leg. Knowing how impatient she can be, he dropped her a sponge to distract her, which worked very successfully and he finished the dishes and ran off to open his laptop and finally waited for Draco’s call. 

Minutes turned into an hour and an hour into more when Draco finally called. 

“You’re late.” Harry said disappointed. 

Draco nodded on the other side. Harry took a good look at him and realised he was still at his office in his office clothes. 

“You’re still at work?” he asked. 

“Something came up.” Draco cleared his throat and replied. 

Harry waited for him to say something but he didn’t, instead he tried to hide his yawn by drinking water. Harry sighed and fake yawned himself then pretended to check the watch. 

“You know what, it's pretty late and I'm very tired. There were too many customers at the shop today. It got exhausting. Would it be okay with you if we do this tomorrow?” Harry lied. 

Draco looked a little taken aback “Are you sure?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s getting late anyways.” Harry replied. 

“Okay then, we’ll do this tomorrow.” Draco nodded and soon they cut off the call. 

Harry looked at the screen with Draco’s and Harry’s picture from the time he visited Draco to surprise him and ended up having the best time of his life, he stared at it for a long time to reminisce every moment until the screen shut down itself and he shut off the laptop and and kept it aside before laying down. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time until his cell lit up and he picked it up to check it. 

“You didn’t have to cover for me ~D.M.”

Harry smiled but didn’t reply back. 

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“Hi,” He said from the other side. 

“You’re calling at an unusual time, is something wrong?” Harry asked, pushing the invoice file away for a moment so he could focus on Draco. 

“Yeah- actually I wanted to tell you I won’t be able to call you for a while now.” Draco informed 

“Why?” Harry asked. 

“I have to go to the countryside for a work trip and it's going to be incredibly busy.” Draco told him. 

“Oh.” 

“I’ll try to call as soon as I come back. Is that alright with you?” He asked. 

“Oh yeah- sure. It’s not like I'll die out here.” Harry awkwardly laughed. 

Draco however didn’t laugh and soon ended the call bidding his goodbye’s. 

Harry slid the phone back in his pocket, bringing the invoice file nearer to him again but not doing anything. It was when he looked up, he saw his boss staring at him with an apologetic look that he got back to work. 

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It was a few days later after Draco might’ve returned from the trip when Harry chose to break the silence himself and texted him. 

“Hey.” 

He waited hours for a reply. Maybe it even felt like eternity, maybe it felt light years away when he finally received a reply. 

“Hey.”

Harry immediately typed, then deleted, then typed again and deleted again, wondering what should be the most perfect sentence to send Draco but unfortunately he could formulate none and at the end he went with, 

“Will we call tonight?” 

“I can’t be sure. Stuck at work. Text you later.” and then Harry was sure no matter what he might message, Draco would probably see it when it's either 3 am or the next time Harry decides to message.

That night Harry hardly slept and even when he did, his dreams were full of memories, memories with Draco. The dances, the laughs, the late night conversations, the fights, everything as if they weren’t just dreams but reality induced in his head while he was asleep. It felt like he was watching a movie but the movie was just their own, made out of moments that were just shared between them but tonight even in his dreams Harry wished he could go back in time and relive those moments. 

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“He’s gonna call him, isn’t he?” Ron asked Hermione beside him. She nodded her head, herself a little drunk. 

“Let him do it. He’s already having a hard time in Long distance” Hermione replied then suddenly began singing the national anthem of Britain. 

Harry stumbled off the stool and walked out of the door, shivering instantly but fought it as he took out his cell and called Draco. It rang 3 times before the call was finally picked up. 

“Finally.” Harry drawled. 

“What happened and why are you calling me at 2 am?- What's that noise- Harry are you outside ?” he asked from the otherside. Distant shuffling was heard from the other side and the little sober part of Harry believed that he was pushing himself up so he was sitting. 

“Hi.” Harry said in a sing-song voice. 

“Hi- Harry, are you outside ?” Draco asked. 

“Oh shush - don’t be such a spoil sport”

“Great you’re outside and you’re drunk.” Draco huffed on the other side. 

Harry sat down over the ground and shivered again, “So i’m a little drunk, big deal” 

“Harry, it's 2 am and you’re out and drunk. What has gotten into you? Why are you even outside at 2 am?” He asked. 

“We’re celebrating,” Harry sang the celebration song until Draco told him to shut up. 

“Now, what’s the celebration for?” he asked. 

“I told you. I got a new job.” Harry said. 

“Oh-yeah right, I remember that.” Draco replied but Harry knew he didn’t remember, he knew he didn’t. 

“You don’t remember, do you?” he asked. He pushed his body against the back wall, his head hitting behind, suddenly emotions overwhelming him. 

Draco sighed on the other end, “Things have been a little too much recently. I’m sorry”

Harry smiled to himself, his eyes watering because of the cold and the moment itself, “Work. Right” he hummed. 

“I know I've been a little MIA,” Draco said. 

“Oh no, I understand. I understand,” Harry replied sadly. They remained silent, breathing on the other sides. They were so close, that their breathing could be heard and Harry believed even his heartbeat could be heard, they were so close yet so apart. It wasn’t the distance that kept them apart, it was them who kept them apart. In the moment of shallow breaths, Harry wondered how this even happened. It seemed like yesterday when they went on their first date and now they’re sitting miles apart listening to each other’s silence. It was in that moment that silence felt so loud, like it was screaming to get out of the little box they both had tucked it in but neither of them let it out. 

Harry gulped looking up at the stars and then asked, “Do you think in the parallel universe, we’re not talking too?” 

Draco smiled, he knew he was smiling but he knew he was cutting it off, he just knew, “Yeah, I don’t think we’re talking there either” 

“But do you think in the parallel universe you miss me?” 

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The next morning Harry woke up with the worst headache ever. He knew he should not have drank that much but in the moment it felt so right, now he was suffering the consequences of his action and he was purely regretting them. He found a small bucket beside his bed and suddenly he was reminded of how he did it for Draco and a small flicker of hope fabricated in the corner of his heart that Draco could be here, he knew he wouldn’t be here but one could hope. 

And though he was right, he only wished he was here. He wished for a lot of things at that moment, he wished Draco would come back to him, tell him that his work was over, that he’s no longer stuck with work, tell him that he would call tonight, that he would perhaps send flowers like he used to, that he would give Harry a surprise visit, that he would ask Harry to come meet him only for a couple of days, that he would video call him like they always planned on, that he would stop being so distant, that he would talk to him about parallel universe, about weird muggle science theories, or about the origin of the universe or would sing to him or just even laugh with him, but he knew it wasn’t happening because in his apartment, there was no one but him, Bella and a note from Ron kept on the kitchen table. 

“I fed your cat, don’t worry~R.W” 

Harry smiled and only after he had freshened up and ate his food did he pick up his phone and was met with a message from Draco. 

“Of course I miss you. Every hour of every day. If there’s only one universe where Draco misses Harry, it’s this~ D.M.” 

Harry smiled.

“I miss you too~H” 

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Harry checked his cell again while he was circling around aisle 12 again, shopping for cat food. Draco should've called by now. This was his usual time to call him, at least before dinner but he still hadn't and Harry was worried something was wrong because of how he was forgetting to call more than once or sometimes even just not calling without an excuse and these days it happened a lot. It worried Harry that he might've done something wrong or there was something that Draco wasn't telling but whatever it was, it had started to worry Harry. He hated the feeling that was growing longingly in his chest due to this distance and he was fearing unnamed things or things that he didn’t like to think of, therefore unnamed but he wished upon things for them to get easier so that maybe he would have a little more time with Draco but things were only getting harder and harder. 

He had reached home after that, even had his dinner and read the witches weekly magazine again until he finally decided that he couldn't wait any longer for Draco's call and called him himself.

"Hi."

"Hey. Can I call you back tomorrow? I'm busy right now" He asked on the other side hurriedly.

Harry looked at the clock on the wall. It was already approaching midnight, how could he still possibly be busy till now?

"I promise I'll call you sooner tomorrow."

Harry hummed, "You better call me tomorrow because I really want to talk to you."

There was a long pause and if Harry wasn't wrong, he heard a deep breath "I really want to talk to you too."

Harry nodded, "Call me tomorrow then"

"I promise."

Draco didn't call the next day or the day after or the day after and Harry wondered if that promise meant anything to him. 

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It had started to pour in London, just the usual out of the time rain, wetting the ground on the most unusual days and this was one of those days. Harry was walking down the roads, hearing certain voice messages on repeat from the phone when he accidentally tripped over a pet dog. 

“I’m so sorry- I must have been out of my mind.” Harry apologised. 

The girl smiled and shook her head and made signs that it was okay. Harry instantly realized she was mute. He gave her a neat smile and in the limited sign language he knew, he apologised again. 

The girl smiled at him and soon she left. It was then when Harry was watching them walk away that he remembered the street so well, he had been there before, oh he had been there not just in his dreams several times, he had been here with the love of his life. 

He looked up and he watched the  dainty name of the bookstore now all wet under the droplets of rain. He smiled at the fond memory of his first date with Draco, oh how they read lines there, all the smiles they shared there, all the quirky remarks, all the words that if Harry listens closely still lingers in the bookstore. It's there, it's all there and Harry knows it, he can feel it. Remembering it was like watching the memory in a pensieve. He smiled faintly in a short lived glory as he took out his phone which was immediately covered with drops of rain because he had forgotten to carry an umbrella. 

“Hi, This is Draco Malfoy and I'm not available right now. Leave a message…Beep”

Harry sighed and pushed the phone back in his pocket and walked away but a part of himself still lingering there, watching the bookstore and reliving all those moments with Draco, but that's what it was, A part of him, not the whole. 

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It was then, right then when he knew everything had changed. He had heard his voice after 4 days, he had tried to call him several times that week and he had tried everything but he knew something had changed, he didn’t know what but it felt like everything. 

“Call me tonight?” Harry asked, silently wishing that today, just for once Draco wouldn’t have to work overtime, that maybe just for once Draco would actually call, just once, just once he needed Draco to tell him he missed him, to tell him that he loved him, just once. 

“Oh, I’m - yeah, I’ll try,” Draco replied. 

Harry bit the inside of his cheek then nodded to himself, “If you can” 

“I am trying Harry -” 

“I know. It's just we haven’t talked more than 5 words this entire week- and- I just miss you, alright.”

Draco sighed on the other side then coarsely said through his phone as if he had to force himself to say that. “I’ll make time for you tonight, is that alright ?” 

“I am not forcing you Draco -” 

“Its okay - I want to” Draco replied 

“Okay.” 

And Harry waited till 3 in the morning hoping the phone would ring but it didn’t and with sunken hopes went to sleep but sleep didn’t come, it didn’t come to him anymore these days and he made peace with it. 

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“I’m sorry sir but he’s not in the office today- can I take the message?” The man on the other side asked. 

“How is it possible though? He should be at the office, he told me he would be.” Harry replied frowning. 

“I’m sorry but it must’ve been something. Is there anything you would like me to pass on to him?” he asked. 

Harry sighed and shook his head “Just- just tell him Harry called and that I would really like to talk to him.” 

“Okay - is there anything else?” He asked on the opposite end. 

Harry wanted to say so many things, ask so many things, argue over so many things but he was exhausted of this little battle, this losing battle where he got no answers, where he had nothing to win for, nor anything to lose for, nothing, it was.

“No, that would be all,” Harry replied. 

The man on the other end politely ended the call and even though Harry stared at the screen of his cell for so long, he knew he wasn’t getting a call back, he knew he wasn’t. 

Only he was wrong, that night was the last night he did. 

“You called my office today.” That was the first thing he said as soon as Harry picked up the call while he was randomly watching TV. 

Realisation struck him and he immediately turned it off and bought all his attention to him “Yeah- I’m sorry about that, I just wanted to talk to you and lately you’ve been so busy with everything -”

“Would you like to meet?” Draco asked,cutting him off. 

It must’ve been some incredible prayer he must’ve done or it must’ve been some great god who might’ve heard his desperate cries. 

“Meet you ? Like you actually want to meet?” Harry asked, not believing him for even a single moment because all of this was surreal to him. 

“Yes. Do you want to  meet?” He asked. 

Harry grinned “Of course, I’d love to meet you. I actually think we both need to see each other. It has been such a long time and we really need to reconnect again you know” 

“Yeah.” He silently said on the other end. Harry should’ve known by his tone, but he didn’t, he was far too happy of a man to have seen anything that awaited him. 

He wished that, that night he knew, that, that night he should’ve recognised by his tone but he didn’t. He was far too excited to hear the roar of his cry in that call. He wishes he had. 

The next day he had giddily went to Ron’s place and left Bella there for good, so she was looked after, while he was gone. It was strange but Bella had a thing for Ron, so it only made sense. She was a moody cat as Harry would’ve liked to put it but when she liked someone, she liked them wholeheartedly and apparently Ron was one of them.  

“For how long?” Ron asked 

“I’ll hardly be there for more than 4 or 5 days. Eventually I have to come back for work, don’t I? I’m just glad we’re finally going to meet after so long.” Harry excitedly replied. 

Ron smiled at him, petting Bella in his arms, “I’m happy for you. You’ve been dying to meet him for so long” 

“I know right.” 

“But it’s so sudden?” Ron couldn’t help but ask.

“Yeah - it got me in a little pickle too but I think he might’ve finally realised that things have been off between us for a while you know. I’m sure it must’ve been something or anything but whatever it is, I’m just glad that he feels like we need to meet.” Harry replied. 

Ron nodded but there was that hesitation, that reluctance over his face that Harry had overseen. There were those unspoken words left in the air that surrounded them as Harry handed him the last bag of Bella’s belongings and decided to walk away but Ron never dared to say them out loud. 

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The breeze picked up and the clouds covered the sky but not a single drop poured down. It was a cool, serene day with very few people outside and the easy flow of traffic. 

Harry had easily made it to Draco’s flat and as soon as he had rung the bell, the lightning broke out in the sky startling Harry. 

He gazed out of the building window and realized that it had gotten too dark for the afternoon. It wasn’t supposed to be so dark, and even Harry could not have predicted that the weather would take such an unexpected turn but it had.

“It’s gonna rain,” A voice said from somewhere behind him. 

He immediately whipped his head in the other direction and found Draco standing there with the door held open. Harry smiled at him and instantly hugged Draco for several minutes. 

“I missed you.” Harry told him against his shoulder. 

Draco hummed, “I missed you too.” 

They separated after a while and Harry remained there in awe just looking at Draco. 

“What?” Draco asked 

“Nothing - Just forgot how much I loved you” Harry smiled. 

Draco smiled back at Harry and summoned him inside and helped him settle in. While Draco helped Harry with his bags, he realised Harry had been watching him for too long. 

“You look different.” Harry remarked. 

Draco frowned, “Must be the light. Got it changed a while ago. They’re sort of paler than usual. Feel like any day I'd be blind” he told him. 

Harry nodded, then looked around the place, “You’ve had things changed.” 

“A couple yeah.” Draco hummed. 

“And -” 

“Can we not talk about my flat and be with each other? Please.” There was desperation in Draco’s voice. 

Harry softly smiled and reduced the distance between them so they were facing each other with little distance in between each other, “Of course. That is after all why I came here”

Draco smiled back and pressed his forehead against Harry’s and closed his eyes “I’ve missed you.” 

Harry doesn’t remember why in that moment those words hit home, why those words were more than just words itself but it felt like it was a feeling, like a cry, a desperate and sad cry. 

He doesn’t know why but in that moment he only remembered hugging him again and just getting locked in the moment. 

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“What’s the update?” Draco asked from across the counter, putting over Harry’s plate another pancake. 

Harry, himself put his cell back in his pocket and brought all his attention to the breakfast and Draco, “She’s running on mile high. I've been a little worried about Bella recently. Someday’s she just acts so strange and then the next she’s absolutely fine. It’s like being with a moody teenager” 

Draco elicited a soft laugh, “Well that’s Bella for you.”

He came and sat down in the front of Harry and continued, “Remember when we returned from our first date and we saw her climbed up on that curtain rod and the moment she saw you come in, she jumped right off and settled in her bed as if she hadn’t just tore apart your cushions and left all the things in the kitchen, scattered?” 

Harry laughed nodding his head “A total menace I tell you. When I first bought her she was like this cutest little adorable creature that I had ever set eyes on but the moment I brought her home, she tore apart every little cushion I had and knocked off all my frames. That was the moment I knew she was the one.” 

“Wait, let me get this straight - she destroys everything you own and that was the moment you knew she was the one - I’m impressed by your choice Harry.” Draco frowned impressively but comically at the same time. 

Harry chuckled knowing that his expressions meant complete mockery, “No, it was then when after destroying everything she came and sat down in my lap as if she had done nothing and was completely innocent, that’s when I knew. It was sort of like she knew she could destroy anything of mine and yet one look from her and I'd melt like butter.” 

Draco laughed softly in front of him, “She really is adorable though” 

Harry nodded. They kept staring at each other for several moments, with their eyes locked into another’s, not ushering even a single word but just a look of love. 

“She misses you,” Harry tells him. 

Draco nodded without breaking his eye contact. “I know. I miss her too”

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They walked hand in hand, Draco’s hold on Harry’s a little tighter but Harry didn’t mind. He liked that intimacy, he liked holding his hand and walking across the city on a lame dark day and he liked the soft smiles Draco passed him every once in a while. 

Harry has forgotten the feeling of that intimacy, the feeling of being with someone you loved, the feeling of being watched in lingering glances, the feeling of being shy, the feeling of blushing when his hands brushed with Draco, the feeling of Draco’s warmth besides, the feeling of the interlocking of the fingers that felt like the world's two most complicated locks have been tied together and would remain locked forever, the feeling of bumping into Draco purposefully, the feeling of not missing him, the feeling of being loved and to love. 

It was all there, in those hands that they had intertwined together that Harry felt the world beneath his feet slipping. It was like the most beautiful feeling in the world, of being held and Harry wanted to take his arm and dance right here, right there on the street in front of everyone, and engrave it in his memory book in his head that is only dedicated to Draco. 

He wanted so much in that moment that his heart bled like the spluttering water that crashes when a large tide comes by, but he didn’t do anything because he liked this, he liked being with Draco right now and walking with no aim but just walking because with him, Harry knew he needed no destination and so they walked miles and miles with too little stories said in between. 

They walked and walked with no aim. 

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“Okay, I got one- how about baby broccoli?” Draco asked 

“Still a baby. I mean it's cute, why would you ever want to eat it?” Harry scrunched his face, staring upwards in the direction of the sky from where they were laying over the hood of the car. 

“Baby pea?” He asked 

“No, wait - baby peas exist?” Harry turned a little to face Draco. 

“I mean it's the tiny balls of pea you know. That’s baby pea.” 

“Draco - that doesn’t commercially sale” 

“But still- Baby pea?” 

“Draco, no” Harry chuckled softly after. 

“Okay, how about baby -” 

“Draco- I’m not a snake who’d eat babies alright. Just accept it, I get a weird thing eating baby vegetables” Harry huffed, now finally turning his head so he was looking at Draco. 

“Snakes eat babies?” Draco frowned 

“You didn’t know that?” 

“What do you mean I didn’t know that? I don’t live with a snake, how am I supposed to know snake eat babies” 

“But you read a lot-” 

“Not about animals eating babies” 

Harry immediately started laughing louder, finding it hard to control at this point in the night when they had been intoxicated with tequila in their system and love that ran through them. 

“How do you know snakes eat babies anyways?” Draco asked, still remaining on the topic. It was clear Draco found it disturbing enough but was curious to know more. 

“Pet shop. They made me read a whole bunch of manuals and stuff before I started working there and that's when I found out that Snakes might eat their own babies.”

“Their own babies? God, that’s sick.” Draco grossed, miming vomiting which only made Harry laugh harder. 

“It's an animal, vicious one at that, how can you not expect snakes to not do that?”

“Well you don’t see a pitbull breed do that.” Draco disgustingly replied. Harry found it even more hilarious now. 

“That’s a dog-” 

“Dog or snake, nobody should eat their babies. That’s horrific.” Draco visibly shivered at the thought of snakes eating their own babies and while Harry found it amusing, he wrapped his arms around Draco, forcing him to look at Harry. 

“I’m so glad I came here to visit you.” Harry said after a while. 

Draco smiled and his eyes mirrored the night sky, the glimmer his eyes held and the crescent of his lips made his heart overflow with love for Draco that he couldn’t help himself from leaning in and kissing his lips. 

Deprived of the love they both seeked, Draco cried in the kiss, Harry being unaware of why, maybe it was the intoxication of the drink or maybe it was the night intoxication or maybe it was intoxication from love but whatever it was, it made him weep but he did not dare to detach himself from Harry, how could he? 

It was like returning to a home you forgot you had lived in and it made it more sadder than it had been before. 

“Draco, please- look at me” Harry pleaded, cupping Draco’s face and pushing him away so he could look at him. 

But even when Draco did, he couldn’t open his eyes to look at Harry, he wanted to be buried in him, in his chest, in his eyes, in his heart, in his love. He wanted to be buried with his love “I’m so sorry” Draco cried. 

Harry wiped away his tears delicately, like a lover would tend its lovers wounds “Hey - it's okay. Shush, it's okay. I forgive you” 

“I should not have done any of that-I’m sorry, I’m sorry- I’m sorry” and he cried harder with hopelessness. Harry assured him that he forgave him, that he always does but Draco wept in his arms until the night faded into morning and a new beginning looked upon them. 

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 “A chapel?” Harry asked, holding Draco’s hands while looking ahead at the place Draco had brought them to. 

Draco nodded and led him further through the door and into the place itself. 

“I never thought of you to be the chapel kind of guy,” Harry teased.

Draco smiled softly at Harry “I never thought of myself to fall so deeply in love with you, yet here I am.” 

"Touché.” Harry chuckled and his voice echoed inside the empty chapel that he had to immediately shut himself up. 

“But seriously though, you, a chapel guy? Hard to think of.” Harry said. 

Draco shrugged, “I didn’t know it myself until I accidentally came upon his place” 

“Define accidentally.” Harry said walking a little ahead of Draco to see the place clearly. It seemed to him the most beautiful chapel in the whole wide world, in the entire universe, better than any of the stars or the moon or the sun or the most beautiful flower or the most gorgeous building in the world because Draco was here.

It was as if anything he walked upon bloomed with beauty, like garlands grew as he walked upon it or rivers started flowing with every step he took, yeah, Harry was swooned. 

Draco took a deep, shuddering breath, “I was driving - somewhere one day, had to be somewhere else, guess it was important but I didn’t want to go. I think something clicked in me or it was really an accident that I took the other road and came across this place. Ever since then, this place has been a Haven for me.” 

A knot formed in Harry’s throat. 

“You know the place that is so silent, the one that reminds why you exist, that maybe someday’s are worth living, some people are worth living, this is that place for me. It binds me to the reality of the realm of time and place and everything in existence. Whenever things get a little hard, I drive down here and just breathe and everything suddenly gets better.” Draco whispered. 

Harry stared at him then walked to him and held his hands in his own hands “Are you okay, Draco?” 

Draco’s eyes shone with white light with the sun that poured from the top of the chapel and the pink light that bounced off his face because of the glossed window with the Lady of worship. He nodded and even though there was a glimmer in his eyes, he didn’t fade his smile. 

“You know you can tell me anything, right? Anything?” Harry asked. 

Draco nodded in reassurance “I’d never hide anything from you, Harry” 

“Do you promise?” Harry asked, circling his thumb over his hand. Draco nodded. 

Harry smiled affirmatively then Draco led him over to the seats and sat down while holding hands. 

“So what brings us here today?” Harry asked. 

Draco smiled politely at him then began talking, “I have a confession” 

“Oh- Do you want me to play the role of a priest ?” Harry joked. 

Laughing Draco shook his head, “I just want you to know.” 

“Okay, what is it?”Harry asked, genuinely curious. 

“You know how I once said that one day we’d dance in front of the whole world, I hope you know that I meant it-” Harry nodded and Draco continued “-well this place is like a prologue to it. Like the place where the before happens. This chapel where you know I would want to promise you a forever” 

Harry stared at him lovestruck and couldn’t help himself from kissing Draco’s hands “Really?” 

Draco nodded. 

“Tell me more,” Harry suggested. Draco gave him a firm smile then raised his hand to point at the front of the chapel, 

“I think that if we are to end up together one day, then we would have the most ridiculous wedding of all time. It'll be like that wedding disaster.” Draco chuckles softly. 

Harry smiles fondly beside him and eagerly looks at Draco “Why would it be disastrous ?”

“Because it’s us - we’re a ridiculous team” Draco points out “If it's us then something is bound to happen wrong. Like every time I come here and I imagine ourselves there, there’s always a new mess up in my head like I might trip while walking down the aisle or the priest might forget the lines or Ron might accidentally forget to get the ring resized or someone’s kid somehow might steal our wedding attention or I might get too nervous that I faint or Bella might create a whole scene that we might have to actually run after her to catch her.” 

Harry’s head tip off laughing, “Now that’s something that definitely can happen with us” 

“Right? It’s our wedding,” He smiled “but then you know, it ends up with us getting married- and spending the rest of our lives together.” 

Harry’s eyes welled up that he practically had to wipe his tears off. 

“Tell me what happens if we have the perfect wedding?” Harry finds himself asking. 

Draco smiled a little too fondly at Harry that his heart skips a beat. 

“We always end up having a perfect wedding, Harry. It’s because we define our own perfect. Perfect is us making through the wedding and deciding that we want each other for the whole of our lives” 

Harry smiles at him again and this time he rests his head against Draco’s shoulder, wanting to be as close to him as possible. 

“Describe our wedding to me.” Harry asks. 

 “Well, those front seats would be reserved for families, My parents on the right side while your family, that being Molly and Arthur with Hermione and Ron being on the left side. It’ll be a small ceremony you should know or the world would gather to see the boy who lived getting married. You’ll be waiting at the altar in your perfect black suit and you’d be nervous to death because it's your wedding and you’re afraid you’ll fuck up but then Ron would sort of you know support you and tell you that it’s too late to back out now or something like that because classic Ron for you. 

“Then as Blaise would finish playing put your hand on my shoulder, because it’s our song, I’d walk down the aisle with my father when Can’t help falling in love plays and I’d be on the verge of crying because how I can’t believe that it's finally happening and you’d be holding back your tears as well because you’re thinking the same. 

“We’d both be thinking about our time at school and how we hated each other, to our first date and then to here and we’d smile because we’re proud of ourselves because we made it so far when neither of us would’ve imagined that we would’ve. 

“I’d walk up to you and I’d compliment you about how you look so good and before you can even say thank you, the priest would begin the ceremony. We’ll keep looking at each other in soft glances and so happy to see that day come, that by the time we’re officially married and the priest announces that we can kiss, we practically pound onto each other, totally disgusting Ron out.” Harry elicited a small laughter, rubbing small circles on Draco’s hands. Harry heard him release a harsh breath and he immediately looked up to see tears streaming down Draco’s face and the smile that had faded into a low crescent. 

“It sounds so beautiful, love” Harry whispered and kissed Draco’s tears away. 

Draco ran his hand over his face to wipe off the remaining tears and grinned at Harry, “Can we have that wedding?” 

Harry bit his lip and nodded softly, “Yeah, yeah I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: we can have it all.” 

“All of it?” Draco asked with tears in his eyes glowing of the promise yet to be fulfilled. 

“All of it.”  

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Harry hummed lightly to the song that they had suddenly started talking about while they were still in the chapel with the evening coming into light and almost the time that they should leave but they were holding onto the last of the moment of just being there, seeing the light turn from yellow to orange to further darker. 

And suddenly Draco asked. “Do you ever wish we had more time together?” 

Harry hummed. “Kind of. I sometimes wish we had met sooner or that I had asked you out sooner or that we didn’t have to do this distance thing so we were together more often” 

“But do you ever wish that when we were in school that we should not have hated each other, like just have given a chance to understand each other you know. Like imagine how much time we could’ve spent together but didn’t because we were too foolish to have a rivalry” 

“I mean yeah- all the time, you know. Makes me wonder a lot what would’ve happened if we had actually became friends, if I had shook your hand in the first year or if I had just sort of agreed to be a slytherin-” 

“Agreed to be a slytherin? What?” Draco asked in confusion. 

Harry chuckled then remembered Draco possibly didn’t know it “I was almost sorted into slytherin but because the sorting took my consideration, I got sorted into gryffindor”

“You could’ve been in slytherin and you didn’t tell me, that’s just cruel of you Harry” Draco complained.” 

“Well to be honest, you weren’t such a doll to talk to in first year, were you? You were so handsome and attractive with your slicked back blonde hair -” 

“Please no” Draco laughed, burying his face in his hands 

“- and your overpriced robes-” 

“No,” he requested again 

“And your ever growing need to be competitive with me -” Harry laughed alongside Draco. 

Their laughter dissolved soon when the bell behind the chapel rang and they knew they had to leave.

“I just wish we could’ve had more time together. I'd shown you the world,” Draco said sadly. 

Harry smiled, “Doesn’t matter as long as I have you with me because you are my whole world.” 

Draco smiled at Harry again, “Can I tell you a secret?” 

Harry nodded. 

“I come here often because this place reminds me of you. I told you that this place feels like a safe Haven, it's only because it reminds me of you. Thinking about you brings me peace, talking to you brings me peace, everything about you binds me to this reality because if you exist then so do I. When I first discovered this place, it instantly reminded me of you and I kept coming back here because I knew I couldn’t go to you but I could think of you in a place that makes me feel like I'm with you. It sounds absurd but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget this place or you because the two of you are so deep rooted in my heart. I guess what i’m trying to say is that- You- you are my safe Haven, my safe place and it can never be someplace else or someone else” 

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But short lived are those moments spent in the serenity of being with each other. Blessed is that time where the proclamations of love lasts, where love beheld meaning, where promises were kept. They are short lived as they come and go. It’s like the russian dancing doll but only its broken, it goes down once but never come back up and you’re waiting for it to come back up again but it doesn’t and no matter how much cry, how much you yell at it, how much you want to fix, it won’t be fixed because it's broken. 

It was a cold December night, Harry was to leave in 2 days, therefore he was packing his last minute things while Draco had gone out for a while for something important. 

In the time gone, Harry wondered about all those sleepless nights he had, all those days he stared at his phone waiting for Draco to call, staying up late just in case Draco decided to send a message but all of that now seemed like a broken past which hardly made any sense. He was far too happy to have come here and he had definitely forgiven Draco at all costs. 

Somehow being with him here had bought him the peace he had looked for, for months, it was like he had crossed the river that he never knew how to and now that he was on the other side of the river, he didn’t want to go back. In the moment of weakness, he wanted to ask Draco if they should move in together and wholeheartedly he day dreamt about asking him to live together but right now wasn’t the time, Draco didn’t seem like he wanted to move in together just yet. 

But Harry had faith that one day they would, when perhaps Draco’s work would be over or when Harry would be able to find a job around here. He aspired to live with Draco one day and he knew moving in with Draco would be the best day of his life, but it was a dream wasn’t it?

The door had opened and Draco had walked in after keeping the bag of things he bought with himself over the table. Harry turned and smiled at him but Draco didn’t smile back at him. Harry stepped forward so he could be closer to Draco but he had other plans as it seemed and he moved into the living room, making Harry follow him there. 

“We need to talk,” Draco announced. 

Harry raised his eyebrows in skepticism, his heartbeat quickening in his chest because nothing good followed with that sentence, “Okay, what about?” 

Draco breathed sharply, then as if he had finally gained every inch of breath after a struggle he said, “This isn’t working” 

Harry remained silent for a couple of moments then all of a sudden, he broke out into a slow, sarcastic laugh, “No, you’re not serious, right? You’re trying to play with me” 

Draco shook his head, “No, Harry, this isn’t working. Us - we aren’t working, not anymore.” 

“What do you mean we aren’t working anymore? We’re doing perfectly fine.”

“No, Harry, you’re just turning a blind eye that we’re not as good as we used to be -” 

“No, I’m not turning any blind eye. Did we have a rough patch? yes we did. Did the long distance seem unbearable ? Yes, But is this not working out ? No. It is working- and- just where- is this coming from? We had some of the best time these last couple of days, I’m positive you’re lying-” 

“I am not lying, Harry. You’re blocking the part out where we didn’t talk for days, where I left you to fend for yourselves, where I didn’t meet you for months. Just one visit and suddenly everything isn’t fine” Draco harshly admitted. 

“I don’t get it- you called me here, you wanted us to meet, you took us to all those places, you told me about that wedding thing you had in mind about us- how can all of this suddenly not be okay? How can suddenly our relationship not be working? How is it that you suddenly changed your mind ?” Harry asked with his voice sounding broken and denser because of the force he had to push through every syllable. 

“I didn’t just change my mind-” 

“Then why did you take me to that chapel and tell me all you thought about it, why did you tell me that I was your safe Haven or why did you say all you those things you said there, why? Why would you do that if you wanted to break up with me?” Harry’s voice trembled softly, sounding defeated as his eyes filled with tears. 

But Draco remained silent, he didn’t say anything. He just watched Harry fighting his voice, fighting his tears, fighting his broken heart. 

“Why are you doing this Draco?” His voice cracked. 

Draco visibly gulped, fighting the knot in his throat “I-I need space. I need space from you, I need space from your all the time calls, from your messages, from your immense needs” 

“You already live almost 6900 miles away from me, how much more space do you need? It’s like saying that you might live on another planet and you still might need space from me. You’re making it sound like I’m always calling you or texting you, when I don’t” Harry’s eyes dropped a tear from the corner of his eyes and he didn’t try to wipe it away, why should he have to? 

“I’m sorry, Harry but I can’t with you- I hate to do this-”

“No- I should be the one doing this to you- I stayed up nights waiting for you to call. I checked my phone precisely 525 times a day to see if you called me or not or if there was just a single text from you, I didn’t sleep at nights just in case you decided to call me late or just in case you texted me and I didn’t want to lose an opportunity to text you, I waited for you to do one video call.”

Tears started to prickle at the corners of his eyes, his heart beating louder in his chest. 

“I waited for the one day where you’d say ‘let's talk tonight, the world can wait, my work can wait, everything else can wait, but let's just talk tonight like we used to’, I waited to hear your voice, I waited for you to surprise me like you did that one time, I waited for you to do something- anything, just anything but you didn’t do anything.” 

He drew in a sharp breath, “I’ve spent all of myself trying to make this work, I'm putting so much effort for us to work and you want to throw it all away? Do you know the feeling of that hopelessness, that insecurity that perhaps my boyfriend is happier without me? No, you don’t, Draco and yet I’m crying to make it work. I should be the one doing this to you, I should be the one to break your heart, I should be the one telling you that I can’t do this but I’m not because I have faith in us, I have faith in our relationship, I have faith that we can make this work- I know we can.” 

Harry cried, not the soft cry but a cry of desperation, the cry that sounded so heavy, the cry that pierced through the heart like a spear. 

Draco huffed, closing his eyes then opening them again making a single tear appear in the corner of his eyes, he was struggling, Harry knew. 

“We just can’t do this, okay- you’re doing so much, you’re making too much effort for me and I can’t have you do that to yourself alright. I have my life here and your’s is there-” 

“But you are my life, Draco, you are it.” 

Draco let out a cry, burying his face in his hand, unable to control the broken sounds that came out from his throat. Harry immediately sat down in front of him, on his knees and took his hands in his own and cupping his face “We can make this work, Draco- we can.” 

“No-” he cried, shaking his head “-No, Harry. We can’t”

“Why?”Harry pleaded. 

“I don’t love you anymore, Harry, I just don’t- I’m sorry but I don’t.” Draco cried. 

It suddenly felt like the moment when you’re holding the whole world in your hand and it suddenly crashes to the ground. 

Harry fell back, his whole world had collapsed in front of him and he was holding onto those fragments because what else could he do. 

“You -You don’t love me?” he asked, his voice suddenly sounded more calm and somehow it hurt Draco more than hearing his cry. 

“I don’t, I’m sorry.”  

Harry got up from his knees, his eyes blocking his vision, his hands trembling his side and his voice that forbade itself to come out from his throat. Several moments passed by and Harry didn’t say anything except standing in the middle of the living room looking nowhere. 

“Harry-” 

“No, no that isn’t true because I know you love me.” Harry interrupted him. 

“No- I don’t.” 

“You love me so much that you want to protect me from what the distance is doing to us. You love me so much that it’s tearing you apart but you can’t tell me because you love me. You love me, Draco, you love me more than yourself as I do you.”

It was a soft whisper, his eyes glimmering with saddest tears the world had ever known and it tore Draco apart, to see what he had done to Harry. 

“And even if you don’t love me - I’ll always love you. I once promised you that I will love you in the dimension that is ours and I intend to keep that promise. The stars will go out before I stop loving you.” Harry said with a soft smile and the tears that ran down his face and when Draco reached out to wipe them off, he didn’t allow him to and instead, he took Draco’s hand and turned it over. 

He unhooked the chain with the moonstone ring, the one that signified a piece of Draco’s heart and placed it in Draco’s palms and spoke for the last time in a soft whisper, “I love you but if one day you find the courage to tell me why you did what you did tonight, know that I’ll be waiting but if you never come back, if this is over - I don’t want to have this. I can’t have this knowing that you’ll never be mine again. So, you can have your heart back, but you’ll always have mine.” 

On that night when he left, he heard Draco call out his name and as much as he wanted to stay there with him, as much as he wanted to turn back - he didn’t. 

But a piece of his heart had made home there and he would never have that back. 

Home isn't found in places. 

It’s found in a person. 

On that night when he left, he had left his home behind. 

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Part 4

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All Too Well

This fanfic is a collaborative work between @drarrywords and @sorry-i-ship-drarry . Read the completed fic on other platforms.

Chapters: 4/4

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter

Characters: Harry Potter Characters, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley

Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, LGBT, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Fluff, Character Death, Angst, Fluff, dancing on the beach, Song: All Too Well (Taylor Swift), Based on a Taylor Swift Song, Fluff and Humor, Fanfiction, drarry fanfiction, Fluff and Angst, Long-Distance Relationship, Heavy Angst

Summary:

"I don't want you to doubt if I love you or not, because I do. I love you more than starlight and throughout our lives, If I say otherwise, it won't be the truth. We could be in other universes, in other timelines and I would love you there and through different timelines and I want you to hold onto that love."

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All Too Well

&#34;I don&#39;t want you to doubt if I love you or not, because I do. I love you more than starlight and throughout our lives, if I say oth

Music Prompt: Paper Mario.

after revealing Luigi as Mr. L, Mario gives chases trying to convince Luigi to remember his past, only to make it worse

Mario: This has to stop now

Whatever it is that you're going through

We'll fix it together, me and you

Just like we've always done

Luigi: No! This has to stop now

This thing where you think that you've been my friend

And don't even hear how you condescend

The way you've always done

Mario: Luigi, listen (I'm listening)

I know it isn't true (Isn't it?)

Just look into my eyes now (Well?)

I know you feel it too (Perhaps I do)

Luigi, listen (I'm listening)

I swear it's not too late

So before another line gets crossed

And everything we've had is lost

Just... wait

Luigi: Wait?

No, I won't wait

There's a line between the winners and the losers

There's a line between the chosen and the rest

And I've done the best I could

But I've always known just where we stood

Me here with the luckless

You there with the blessed

And that line between the beggars and the choosers

Is a line you've never let me quite ignore

How I've tried to jump that great divide

But I've never got the chances you were given

You don't know how much I've been denied

Well, I'm not being patient anymore

I'm crossing the line!

And I'm done holding back

So look out, clear the track

It's my turn!

I'm taking what's mine!

Every drop, every smidge

If I'm burning a bridge

Let it burn

But I'm crossing the line!

And for us, if we're over

That's fine

I'm crossing the line

Ocean Eyes (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Summary: Ocean eyes, they're eyes you can get lost in. And both you and Carl have that habit of getting lost in each other's eyes.

Warnings: Spoilers (?)

Word Count: 1,094

I've been watchin' you for some time 

At first it was a glance, your eyes were just scanning the room but that glance turned into a longing stare. That was until Carl looked back at you, catching you off guard. He smiled and chuckled at you as your eyes frantically looked anywhere else besides him. 

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes 

But as hard as you tried to keep your eyes away from his you just couldn't. They were so pretty. 

Burning cities and napalm skies 

He made his way up to you, the corner of his lips meeting his eyes from how hard he was smiling. 

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

His eyes, they were all you could look at as he spoke to you, all you could really focus on. 

Your ocean eyes

How could eyes that have seen the worst things possible, from the death of others to killing some, still be so beautiful and innocent. 

No fair...

Although you were barely listening he still spoke to you, he knew you weren't really focused on his words right now but can he really blame you? 

You really know how to make me cry, when you gimme those ocean eyes

You mind came back to you, now listening to what he was talking about. You softly smiled at him, he was adorable, he's seen too much happen, too much death and yet he's still smiling, still acting like how a kid would at a party. 

I'm scared...

You admired that, admired how he can conceal it all, admired how he can still push through things no matter how bad the situation was. It was one of the things that made you fall for him. 

I've never fallen from quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes 

His eyes were the other, so calm yet so bold. So promising, protecting, honest and trustworthy. 

Those ocean eyes 

You knew you'd make the right choice in dating the Grimes boy.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind 

I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop thinking about that beautiful face. Especially her way of thinking, and how closed off she was. It made her even more interesting and makes me that much more intrigued. 

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind 

So tough, hard to get into. Her mind is so closed off, so barricaded, she doesn't let anyone know what's going on in there and no one would ever find out unless she let's them. It's fascinating, I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. 

Careful creature made friends with time 

She arrived at Alexandria a few weeks after we did, she was so much more closed off during those weeks, not trusting anyone fully, not staying long during conversations. But soon, she started opening up, words couldn't express how happy I was for her to trust us- to trust me and to confide especially in me. 

She told me everything, ever since that party we've become inseparable. She told me about the groups she was once with, her family, how she managed. 

He left her lonely with a diamond mind 

And a guy she once trusted so much she spilt everything to- like how she's doing right now. How he took advantage of that and took advantage of her hurt and fragile mind, making it much worse. She explained that's how she became so closed off and apologized for not only seeming like she didn't want anything to do with the place or people but for also pouring her heart out. 

She teared up as she did so I hugged her, told her it was okay, that I'm proud of her for trusting me enough to tell me everything. 

And those ocean eyes..

I looked him in the eyes, the same way I first did at the welcoming party. God, he could turn his back on me and betray me yet here I am pouring my heart out to him like I've known him all my life. 

No fair, you really know how to make me cry when you gimme those ocean eyes 

I let the tears out, leaning into him and holding him close, I know he would never hurt me, that he would do anything for me, that he loves me. 

I'm scared...

Bur what if this doesn't end well, what if he does turn his back on me and use everything he knows against me. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She backed up, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she looked up at me, and God did she look as beautiful as the day I met her. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

Since day one, there was another thing I noticed about her besides her beauty and her mind. It was her eyes, so deep and rich, looking at them makes me feel at ease, makes me feel like everything's going to be okay and that everything is okay. 

They were as deep as the ocean, I could stare at them for however long I want to and try looking away, but I can't. I don't want to come back up for breath. I could drown in these beautiful, astonishing, caring eyes and I wouldn't care. 

As long as they were hers I wouldn't mind anything. 

Those ocean eyes 

She leaned close to me, slow enough for me to react in case I don't want to kiss her. But I won't back away, I've been waiting for this. I had a feeling about her, a feeling that I would want this girl in my life forever. 

I closed the gap between us and I could feel all my worries disappear. Even though I didn't want to I had to break it. I rested my forehead on hers and was the first to speak, "Do you, maybe, want to go out?" She looked at me for a moment, eyes scanning mine for any hint of a joke. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She nodded her head, nervously. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

I smiled at her, and brought her into a loving hug. "I promise- no, I swear to make you feel like the most special and loved girl here." I smiled, kissing her once again. 

"You sure?" She timidly asked, I frantically nodded my head. 

Those ocean eyes...

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He swore, crossing his heart. I guess this is the universe's way of making up for the apocalypse and fallen members. Just one step at a time.

Was going through an old Excision playlist - anyone else remember the song Robo Kitty?

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