Draco: To Everyone Who Rejected Me

Draco: to everyone who rejected me

Draco *sings* : what a shame, baby what a shame, could've been with me instead of what's her fucking name

Harry ( his husband ) : ..

Harry: what the fuck are you on about ? You're the one who rejected everyone, even me 3 times and then cried when I rejected you*rolls his eyes* I should be the one singing it.

Harry: *listens to One Direction*

Harry: *sings* I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth

Ron: Little things as in draco's di-

Hermione: RONALD!

We love you

Here's to any writer being hated upon or received with words as such " I've read better" from fellow readers.

Here's a message to those readers- we love nonetheless, it'd be a pity to not offer our love to you, however here's something I suppose you should know before saying" it isn't that good "

1. These writers spend hours researching, trying to find the very suitable phrase like "anche le stelle non riescono a capire il mio amore per te" ( even the stars can't fathom my love for you ) or researching about theories about love or Greek mythologies like those of Zeus or even talking about certain theories like ship of Theseus or trying to find the best way to possibly make the writing sound elegant, worth reading even though sometimes they know that whatever they write, people might not enjoy it.

2. They spend hours framing a scenario in their head while they watch out of the window from that of a bus or while blankly staring at the wall, even enacting dialogue, or thinking of what to write over a request they received on the dinner table while they slowly chew away the smaller portions of their food.

3. Editing. That is the most tedious of all, editing and re-editing like three times and even then somehow they miss certain words, wrongly use a single word because they had that word in their head. And all those writers who had cover picture or even a postable fan art, they spend away minutes to hours looking for that one saved pin on theirs Pinterest board that they know would go along with it so well.

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6. And lastly, when they receive disliking comments, or comments that say" I've read better " of course you have, they're still progressing , they're doing the best of their ability, taking out 2-3 hours from their day to write what you Just read from the busy schedule, putting away their work ( writing ) to the end of the day, sacrificing a little of their sleep time to give reader's the work they've written in hopes that there is someone somewhere sitting having a hard time and their writing is the only thing that makes them happy or someone desperately waiting for it's second part because the writers owe it to them. And comments as such, sometimes not only discourage them but it's nags them all day..

So before you hate on Someone, keep yourself in their shoes and imagine what must it feel like to receive such comments after you've worked long enough to write something like that.

Yet, they wholeheartedly love you because you took out time from your day to read something which you didn't necessarily enjoy but read it anyways because you wanted to see how it ends, these writers still respect your opinion and are still thankful for your read.

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emotional affair

written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “savior complex” | M, 1.1k | thanks @moonstruckwytch for the beta 💕

“I’ll pick you up from the Portkey office,” Harry says quietly, “when you come back.”

Draco, still flushed pink from orgasm, pointedly rolls away from Harry and off the bed. “It’s just three days, for work. It’s not a big deal.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You’re not my boyfriend,” Draco spits, sharp and furious. “We’re fucking.”

Closing his eyes, Harry breathes around the ache in his chest.

“I’ll pick you up.”

~

Draco sits pale and tired, curled up in the passenger seat of Harry’s car. The radio plays softly, lyrics unintelligible, and Harry keeps both hands on the wheel.

“I could’ve Apparated,” Draco says, but his tone lacks conviction.

“Apparition sucks after an international Portkey.” Harry keeps his eyes on the pools of streetlight splashed across the dark road; if he looks over towards Draco the terrifying knot of his feelings will overwhelm him.

“I didn’t know you had a car,” Draco says softly after a few moments, shifting in his seat.

“You don’t bother to ask anything about me,” Harry replies levely, and Draco inhales sharply.

“Potter, I can’t–”

“Don’t,” Harry says quietly, suddenly exhausted. “Draco, just don’t, okay? We’re almost to your flat.”

Silence falls. Harry chances a glance across the car, the afterimage of Draco flashing on the back of his eyelids even once he looks away again; pale hair, dark undereye bags, crimson knit jumper.

“Can I come by tomorrow?” Draco asks softly once Harry puts the car in park outside of Draco’s run-down block of flats. Can I come by, the very prim way Draco asks Harry to fuck him. Harry doesn’t reply, staring straight ahead until Draco sighs. “You’re fucked up too, you know,” he says. His voice is flat, a surprising lack of venom behind the words, and for the first time Harry wonders if Draco is also exhausted by this. “I know why you never let me stay the night. Try convincing me to give you more of myself when you’re ready to let me in, too.”

When the car door slams, Harry lets his forehead thunk down on the steering wheel and breathes through the threat of tears.

~

He lasts three days before he’s standing on the threshold of Draco’s flat at midnight, knocking hard.

“What the fuck kind of time is– oh,” Draco says, swaying as he opens the door. “Harry.”

All of the words on Harry’s tongue die down at the way Draco says his name; curved and soft, as though it’s something precious, so unlike the sharp way he wields Potter as a weapon. It’s the way he says Harry’s name when he comes.

“Draco, can I– can I come in?”

“Why?” Draco asks, prickly once more, his expression closed off. “You wanna fuck?”

“No– well, yes, but not just–”

“Fine,” Draco says, trailing further into his tiny studio flat. His bed takes up an alcove off to the side, and he flops down on it, already shimmying out of his pyjama pants.

“Draco,” Harry says helplessly, coming to a stop next to the foot of the bed. There are long lengths of sheer fabric strung above the bed, pink and blue and green; something out of a dreamscape. He knows the sheets here, knows Draco’s body like his own. “Stop for a second.”

Draco cuts him a look but slides his fingers away from the waistband of his pants. “Why are you here if not for this?”

“To sleep,” Harry says before immediately flushing hot with panic. “I– I just wanted to sleep next to you.”

For a moment Draco is frozen, then he sits up and warily regards Harry. “You’re here to sleep?”

“I have bad dreams,” Harry says in a rush, looking down at his clenched fists. “I have– I have nightmares and I thought if I let you see that you wouldn’t want me anymore or worse you wouldn’t even care and I–”

“Stop,” Draco says quietly, reaching out to pull Harry onto the bed and into Draco’s arms. His hands are gentle, gentler than he’s ever been.

“I don’t want to lose you,” Harry whispers, and he didn’t want to say that because it’s too much and it will scare Draco away but he’s panicking. “And I don’t even have you.”

“Ah,” Draco says into Harry’s shoulder with a wry little laugh. “You do, more than you think.”

“Draco–”

“More than I let you see,” Draco amends quietly, and Harry goes silent, still trembling in Draco’s embrace. “Let’s sleep, then.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to fuck?” Harry asks, because he knows Draco, and Draco just laughs before rolling back and pulling Harry above him. His enthusiastic response is lost in Harry’s mouth, in the slide of their skin, in the rippling heat of Harry pushing in slow with his hands wrapped around Draco’s wrists. Draco comes first with a whimper, panting Harry’s name until Harry also shudders and stills, holding Draco tight to his chest. After a moment Draco casts a cleaning charm and they slip under the covers, facing each other, holding hands tightly as though this is a different life, one where they don’t have a war behind them.

“It’s not pretty,” Harry says quietly, feeling the need to warn Draco. “My nightmares. Before we broke up Ginny said it was– bad. If you need to tell me to leave I will, I just–”

“I have them too.” Without Harry’s glasses Draco’s face is slightly blurred, but his eyes are so impossibly bright. “If you want to be here, if you mean it, I’m going to stay.”

“I do mean it,” Harry says, seeing through Draco’s words to the question underneath. Without his usual harsh facade Draco seems so vulnerable, so young, and Harry shifts to wrap his arms around Draco’s slim waist. “I’m sorry I didn’t– that I couldn’t do this before–”

“I’m not easy to hold onto,” Draco says almost apologetically, tucking himself closer to Harry, and for a brief moment Harry can’t breathe because Draco is here, letting himself be held in Harry’s arms.

“I’m fucked up too,” Harry murmurs, echoing Draco’s own words. “I just want you.” He’s never said it so plainly before– Draco’s never let him– but he knows it all the way to his bones. He wants to hold onto Draco, through sex and nightmares and dawnbreak. He wants to keep Draco warm.

“Yeah,” Draco says softly, then more desperate: “Harry. Harry.”

“I’m here.” With a flick of his fingers Harry turns down the lights entirely, throwing the room into darkness. Draco’s breath is damp on his collarbone and he presses a kiss to the soft strands of Draco’s hair. “Just… stay.”

Draco hums tiredly. “As long as you want to stay, Harry, I’ll be right here.”

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Bitter addiction

For @drarry-is-my-therapy | Dialogueprompt: " if you bite that lip one more time, I'm going to go it for you "

⚠️- SMUT | TANGLED FEELINGS | JEALOUSY | TOP HARRY |

Someone wise said There’s a fine line between love and hate, so fine that it may even seem like a point if far into deep. And so exists a very fine line between love and lust, much mistaken often to be the same. Combining the three, love, hate and lust, were what harry felt for draco. He hated draco, loathed with every single atomic matter that ran in his veins, his muscles and his psychological being and yet he loved the way draco was, they way everything about him screamed ' watch me', effortless in every sense, like he must've been curated by Michael Angelo himself, and harry loved him like he loved the hate he had for him. The man could snap a finger and he would be the hottest, most beautiful man in any room, just like an angel had himself come down to show mercy on harry and then there was lust. The most dangerous of them all. For once harry could handle the love and the absolute hate, but lust, it drove him crazy. It kept him up nights after night in relentless sighs, moaning and whispering his name like a prayer he'd learnt since he was a child. And above all, he hated that Draco made him feel.

Harry had been with men and women, woken up with strangers and had scattered them away but that one drunken night after work had transitioned into a fixed memory, as if everyone had after him was based on such evaluation, that everyone after him would have to be analytically better than him, but he had no competition. He was one of his kind, only one of who could make harry desperate to have him writhing under him and that was Draco. Harry remembers that night vividly when they had stumbled from the bar, to the kitchen in Harry's place, sloppily kissing each other, with moans emerging out of them like a rhyme to a poetry, and the hands all over each other. He remembers kissing the side of Draco's neck, hearing that grunt that made him groan in pleasure that sent fireworks across his body and all how Draco humped for the tiniest of friction between their bodies. One thing after another, Draco was lying under Harry, moaning for more, his eyes sparkling with the tears of pleasure as he asked Harry to go faster, like he meant it and harry remembered going on and on until the last of his breath gave out and he collapsed on top of Draco, marking his neck with hickey's in hopes that he may never forget the wondrous night.

But Draco had left much before Harry could've asked him anything and harry knew the sign too well, being the one who did it too often himself. He went to work that very next morning, not seeing Draco, even though they shared a room and even the same case but all Harry thought of was the pleasured look on Draco's face.

But they never discussed that night, as if so it was only a drunken mistake and nothing was left to talk about. Harry knew it then to never get involved with Draco, yet somehow, there he was with Draco's hands pinned against the bed above his head with one of Harry's hand resting over his little waist as he fucked Draco with so much of a pleasure.

But this time, Draco left before morning with a note " thanks for a great night ~ D.m."

Harry didn't know if he should've replied or not, but somehow decided he'd talk with him over work. But like last week, he couldn't, not because there wasn't anything left off to do but because he had Found him Flirting with Jackson in Muggle artifacts department.

This happened 3 more times in total when Harry had let down his so pulled up guard with only simple words that Draco Whispered in his ears when they'd dance " I want you, harry "

It was as if, Draco too was addicted with the pleasure of feeling Harry's soft, tanned skin against his, feeling his arms as Harry fucked him over the bed, feeling of his hands being pinned and seeing in Harry's eyes. Maybe it was bitter addiction to both of them, but it was addiction.

" he's playing on something " Ron had warned harry when Harry had tried to seek some advice while they were on a usual 'bitch about' session.

" what exactly could he even play at ?"

" I don't know Harry, maybe he's wanting you to reach out to him or definitely playing hard to get. Whatever it is, it seems like friends with benefits, only you don't know how if it really is your case " Ron explained as he squinted his eyes from the narrow beam of sunlight that hit his eyes

" why would he even do that ?" Harry sighed as he slumped further in his chair " I mean I'm fine with friends with Benefits but if that's what it is, I need to know "

" you're fine with friend's with benefits?" Ron asked as though he was surprised

" I mean- yeah. It's not like it's total shit. I mean yes there's a risk of actually liking him but what most plausibly could go wrong now. I hate him, yet I like him too "

" hm- you guys always have had a pretty weird relationship " Ron hummed playing with the crystal ball from his table

" I don't know. I'd Just like to know whatever it is that we have, like is it like exclusive or friend's with benefits or if it's just some random hook-"

" is he a jealous guy ?" Ron suddenly asked leaning forward as though he was finally attentive

" what ? "

" is he the jealous type of guy ?" He asked

" I- I don't know. I haven't seen him being potentially jealous of someone around me, although he does make sure that everyone watches him when he dances with me, but I don't think that's him trying to make anyone jealous " harry shrugged

" what's your point anyways ?" Harry asked crossing his legs

" you guy's are not exclusive, not that you two know and knowing you two both won't talk about it, make it seem like whatever you two have is exclusive"

" how exactly ?" Harry asked furrowing his eyebrows

" let's say, the next time you guys hook up, you stay up, or something, tell him to go Maybe and that someone's coming over " Ron suggested

" that's a shit suggestion but I agree on what you're trying to get on. I just have to make him jealous " harry hummed as he stared at the wall behind him

" exactly. Now you just have to find someone to actually make him jealous through "

" and who would that be ?"

" hey, ron can I talk to you for a mom- oh, send me a memo, whenever you're free "

Harry looked at Ron curiously as though the wildest idea came into his head " Blaise? You got a moment ?"

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Harry grinded his body against Draco's as they danced to the low music of the bar they had gotten drunk in like every other time it happened. Harry enjoyed the sensation of feeling Draco's hands over his side's, his body pressed against his own, his breath fanning over Harry neck, swaying his body with Harry's moves and then, there it was,

" I want you, harry "

Harry smirked to himself as he still danced against Draco, ignoring the uncontrollable urge to disapparate them to his bedroom.

" I'm sorry but I got a date in a few minutes " harry replied, his voice coming more of a rasp

Draco's Hands suddenly stopped swaying, his body becoming slightly stiffer as he mumbled " you got a date?"

Harry smirked to himself as he turned around " yes, a date. I'll see you around Draco" he winked and walked off to the bar, ordering one drinking, gulping it away and then he met Blaise.

Harry made it so much sure that draco definitely saw Harry Flirtatiously Whispering in Blaise ears. And grinned happily when he found Draco was watching, with a stern face.

The whole pretend with Blaise and dodging draco went on for 2 week until Draco had to ask, he just had to.

" what's the deal between you and Blaise ?" Draco narrowed his eyes from across the table at harry as he pushed back his chair to lean backwards

Harry looked down from where he was standing finding some file with an amused smile " nothing special. Why do you ask ?"

" no reason, apart from the fact that it seems unrealistic. Like it's staged " Draco tilted his head for emphasis.

" staged ? Looks like someone can't digest that I'm with someone " harry snickered softly as he stacked away files

" then tell me what Exactly of an item even are you and him ?" Draco asked, merely curious, perhaps more.

" nothing exclusive. Random hook ups. A few dates. Why are you suddenly so curious about me and Blaise ? Are you, perhaps, jealous ?" Harry looked at Draco with a mocking smirk

" jealous! Why would I be ?"

" I don't know, maybe the fact that I'm not just with you but with someone else too" Harry's Voice densed as he stepped closer to the chair draco was sitting on.

" why should that bother me ? We're not exclusive " Draco looked anywhere but Harry's face, as if he felt slightly embarrassed.

" exactly. So it's my business however I like to fuck Blaise, against the wall or against the bed. And that shouldn't bother you " harry smirked as he put his hands over the sides of Draco's chair, leaning down to face Draco.

" it's none of my business " Draco gulped as he stared at the proximity of their faces

" not your business, right. Then you won't mind if i tell you we hooked up after the last time we hooked up ?" Harry asked as he tried his best to stare at Draco's lips without wanting to kiss them.

" nope. Not my business. You're at perfect liberty to kiss whoever you want, whenever you want and wherever you want " Draco replied without taking his eyes off Harry's lips, as though if Harry leaned anymore closer he won't be able to resist himself.

" and how I kiss, right. It won't bother you if I kiss over his neck, give him a hickey as he moans, right. It won't bother you if I told you that I kissed him behind the building, made out even, or the fact that I kissed him when I fucked him last night or that I bit his lips, licked his lips and passionately kissed him with tongue with the desperation to just Rip each others clothes off with and just fuck until our breaths gave out like I fucked you against the bed, with your hands pinned above your head while you kept moaning my name and begging me to go faster. It won't bother you if I said, I did it with him too " harry rasped

" y- yes. It doesn't bother me " Draco swallowed.

" good then" and harry walked away back to stacking his files up in the rack again.

" I suppose you'd be bringing him to ministry dinner ? Rockwall's retirement dinner?" Draco had asked at the end of the day just before they left

" who ?"

" Blaise " he could've sworn Draco smirked before he had turned away to pick up his coat from the stand.

Harry frowned before he realised why he would " oh, I- no. We're not that public kind of couple sort of thing yet so. I'll ask him though"

" you should bring him " Draco had smiled mockingly before he walked out of the door, leaving Harry to fetch his own coat and bags.

" what's he playing at now ?" Harry furiously Whispered to himself as he left for home.

He didn't figure out what Exactly Draco was playing at until the very day of the ministry dinner and they were sat at the far end of the table, facing each other. Everything seemed fine until during the middle of the dinner, Harry not so subtly jerked on the feeling of something going up his legs. He apologized across the table until he noticed Draco sitting on opposite side as if he was satisfied with something and harry just knew, it was going to be one heck of a night.

He tried hard but Harry was forced to watch Draco eat, as he swirled his tongue around that of a cherry, tying it in a knot in mouths before he popped it into his mouth maintaining an eye contact with harry. It wasn't as if harry didn't had a choice, he had, he could simply look away from watching Draco sucking on straw rather seductively, eating a cherry or licking his fingers, but he couldn't simply resist because of the tension it forced down Harry. He was forced to watch Draco eat because if he didn't, he felt the world would implode with the energy between them. Draco too made sure harry was watching him and when he finally did take his eyes off him while eating, he travelled his legs up Harry's legs, slowly and carefully, causing a tingling sensation as he bit his lip. With almost a yelp, harry held the corner of the table tightly as his knuckles turned white, controlling himself. He wanted Draco to stop doing whatever he was trying to do but lord was he mesmerised with Draco biting his lips anytime Harry looked at him. It drove him crazy, more on the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

Harry allowed everything to go as Draco until he was sure he felt something brush against his zipper. Harry almost grasped it, without a catch because there wasn't anything to catch. Suspecting Draco must be behind, as he was, he looked at him, glared at him more like to stop doing it, when he felt the tingling sensation again with Draco much juice-ly biting his lip with a wink and harry was done..

" would you all excuse. I have to use the washroom " harry immediately rushed to the washrooms, closing the door behind and breathed heavily. He stared down his pants, a much clearly visible boner had taken place because of Draco's mischievous behaviour and somehow harry loved it. He loved the tension, the lust and all the sexual energy there was. But sat in a ministry dinner he couldn't afford to have a boner or have inappropriate thoughts of fucking Draco right there because of how highly unethical it was.

Harry pushed himself away from the door, clearing his mind as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, his body relaxing little by little. To do at least something while he relaxed further, he washed his hands and just then he heard the door unlock.

" they're missing you out there " he smirked as he closed the door behind him, locking it with his back pressed against it, arms crossing in front.

" fuck off Draco " harry rolled his eyes as he closed off the Tap, taking the tissue and drying his hand.

" oh we got a little Arousal " Draco teased as he had seen Harry's pants. Harry blushed in embarrassment but didn't deter.

" because of you " Harry rolled his eyes turning around, pocketing his hands. Draco pushed himself from the door, walking towards Harry leaned over the sink, his back facing the mirrors.

Draco with lustful intentions, grabbed Harry's tie pulling him closer " I'm very glad then " he smirked as he swiftly tried to way his hands down Harry's body

" Draco-" harry rasped getting hold of Draco's hand, stopping it from going further

Draco smirked as he leaned over to Harry's ear, Whispering " I've got you Harry "

Draco bit his lip as he leaned backwards to watch harry trying to control his breathing as he was forced to watch Draco's lips.

" what you gonna do now ?" Draco seductively questioned as he moved his other hand to immediately cup Harry's pants.

" fuck " harry gasped as he tried to hold of Draco's hands but was pinned behind him with Draco's hold.

" i knew you and Blaise were never a thing"

Draco bit his lip as he cupped a little tighter than before, feeling how hard Harry have became in such a short span of time since he came in the washroom.

" I swear Draco, If you're going to bite that lip one more time, I'm going to do it for you " Harry's Voice deepened as he stayed there watching Draco with lust.

Draco smirked as he licked his lip and bit them again but a warning been given once, harry didn't waste time in pining Draco against the wall by their side in a few seconds that Draco didn't see it coming however he wasn't surprised.

" I warned you " harry purred

" who said I didn't want you to " Draco smirked. Harry only looked at him for a second before he pulled draco into a much awaited long kiss of lustful passion embodying their tongues in little battle of dominance. But once gave in, Draco never again stood a chance against the dominant harry, biting off Draco's lip without a care in the world only to hear him make the same sound he always did whenever harry found his lips over Draco. It was as if their lips were designed, but only for them, like they were made to be kissed by no one but them. Harry knew Draco was giving in because he liked it,he liked it when Harry was rough, he liked it when Harry took control because it was unexpected of whatever Harry would do and Draco loved it. He loved the passion, the desire, the desperation Harry's mouth held as they finely pressed against his as if his tongue was trying to write a letter over his mouth. And they kissed like they Only had other's air to survive on. They kissed like never before.

" admit it, you were jealous " Harry teased as he bit Draco's bottom lips, his body adjusted betweens Harry's leg as he was sat over the sink

" in your dreams potter " Draco moaned tugging the end of the roots of Harry's hair.

" you are a lot more than just jealous in my dreams malfoy " harry purred as he kissed him again, much nastily this time, as if it was a necessity.

" show me all you got " Draco moaned into his mouth and harry wasted no further time in apparating them to his bedroom without thinking of anyone at the party or what would he explain or how would he in the first place. All he cared right now was Draco, and his tangled feelings for him.

" you sure ?" Harry had asked only once after they had messily taken off each other's shirt off, now lost somewhere in the puddle of clothes while he was on top of Draco.

" never been more " Draco moaned before he pulled harry down into another messy kiss and slipped into the intimacy of moaning his name as they fucked again over his bed, only this time it was more than just fucking, Maybe it always had been more than just fucking to them. It might've been Making love, who knew, not even them, they were just hormonal men seeking desires to be fulfilled.

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50. In the end

Prompt used- slamming hand over others mouth to shut them up | secret relationship | too fluffy |

" kiss me on top of the world and if the world Wants to watch, they can enjoy the enjoy while it lasts "

Harry was tired. He was tired of pretending that it was alright, when it so wasn't. This wasn't how his eighth year, after years of fighting should have been. He was supposed to be free and at liberty of how he could be and who he should've been.

When they all sat in the Great hall having breakfast, Harry only wondered how strange it would be to just walk up to and sit next to his boyfriend, eat with him, feed him even . He hated that student's did that with whoever they wanted after the whole solidarity between house's to freely sit at whatever tables they wanted but, harry was sure an exception. It boiled him when he looked at other couple's sitting together, Holding hands, maybe even making out in a hallway, and harry was deprived of such pleasure. He was even denied of even talking to his boyfriend normally.

But harry wanted to hold on because shit was his relationship great, it was incredible. For the first time in his life, he felt noticed, felt something other than just wild curiousness, anger and grief, he felt loved and not like the I support you Harry, we're like your family harry, it was the I wanna kiss you till their lungs gave out kind of love and was it incredible.

He made plans after plans, tricks after tricks, did things after things only for it to be rejected by his secret boyfriend, claiming" they'll never let us be " and was he right. And yet here he was planning another plan to convince his beloved boyfriend to come clean, until his attention broke from walking to hearing a thud of Someone falling over near. Harry hurried to be at the scene, only to be met with Draco being surrounded by some first and second year watching Draco on ground.

" what the hell happened ?" Harry asked as he kneeled down to help Draco up on his shoulder

" pot- what- what- I don't need your help potter " Draco sneered, still however in tinge of pain

" malfoy, you're hurt. Just don't try to act I'm all independent, let me help-"

" I don't need your help, potter " Draco snapped lightly

Harry was half mad and even was about to drop back Draco, only if he hadn't groaned in his attempt to walk.

Harry rolled his eyes, hung his arm around his shoulder and helped him to the hospital Wing

" I said-"

" I know " harry snapped, Draco didn't try to further counteract much upon it, even he knew not to meddle with mad harry.

Once they had reached the hospital wing, harry had helped Draco upon the bed, waiting for madam pomfrey to come back

" we could've been caught Harry-"

" right because oh my god, I had your shoulder around my neck " harry rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in front

" it's not that- the way you just wanted to help, I understand but-"

" okay that's enough Draco. I can't do this " harry sighed closing his eyes in mere frustration

" what do you mean you can't do this ?" Draco asked completely puzzled

" this- look- what we have is great, phenomenal even but I can't sit there and watch my boyfriend getting flirted over by someone else, or live under the shadows all the time because we two According to people don't belong together. I thought I could do this, this secret way but I can't and the reason is I don't want to. I don't want to live where I'm Afraid that if I come out and exclaim my love for my boyfriend people are going to hate me. I can't- I just- I want to be able to hold you hand publicly Draco not because I enjoy public display of affection but because you're my boyfriend and I have the right to hold your hand, publicly or not and people doesn't decide that for me. So either you live under the shadows Draco or not, that's your decision because I'm not going to "

Draco stared at harry mildly amazed at the little outburst. He was aware that it agitated Harry with the whole secret agenda of a relationship they had but he didn't know that Harry wanted to let go of it Because he couldn't remain private anymore.

" so- y- you're breaking up with me ?" Much to Draco's disappointment and his attempt to keep from Trembling, his voice came out slightly in a higher octave and rather cracked.

Harry sadly looked at Draco, pulling the chair next to his bed and holding Draco's hands " Merlin, no- or yes- I don't know. I just- I want you to know I Want you Draco, however I can't stay where everything is a secret and we are even forbidden to talk to.. I want you to understand that-"

" and I want you to understand the consequences " Draco lightly snapped

Harry exhaled, slowly leaving Draco's hands" then you care about the consequences Draco and I- I'll wait for you when you stop thinking of it " and with that Harry left the infirmary.

Yes, they partially broke, except Harry still sent him small cookies from the kitchen just how he liked but refused to meet Draco's eyes, even In secret.

That was until the news started to spread silently about Harry's current sexuality and how people really weren't surprised. Some maybe had bitched Harry behind his back, but it was sure harry really didn't care. He was happy with his coming out and was by far enjoying the little time in the boring sun of the lightness of the news.

Draco, however felt broken and guilty of not being able to give his boyfriend the simple pleasure of even smiling in public. He saw how Harry was happy to be out in open, but Draco could see how Harry wasn't half as thrilled as he should've been and somewhere Draco was at blame for their recent so called break up. It wasn't the same however, until Draco had caught up harry finding some book in the last aisle of the library before restricted section began.

Draco pondered whether he should go back, but he missed the way Harry kissed him and it had been entirely a week since that happened and Draco wanted to risk the world to feel it again.

Pretending to have been looking for something too, draco entered the last aisle, filled with distant silence and the sound of their breathing.

" harry" Draco finally after contemplating for five minutes spoke up

" malfoy" harry nodded, not moving his gaze from finding the book..

He hated being called malfoy, but he felt as though he deserved it "how are you doing ?"

Harry finally looked at Draco with a distant gaze before he turned to look for the book again " fine, thank you "

Draco breathed as he stepped closer to harry and with much hesitation wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, nuzzling his head onto Harry's shoulder from the back, giving him a small kiss over his exposed neck. Harry's stern composure quickly melted away only for a second, one second of enjoying the warmth before he became stern again

" malfo-"

" Draco " Draco corrected. Harry could be mad But he wasn't a heart of steel,

" Draco- what are you doing ?"

" trying to apologize "Draco muffled

" funny because I didn't hear you apologizing" harry scoffed as he remained still, his hands by his side, with an uncontrolled urge to hold Draco's.

" because you didn't let me- so- I'm gonna say now. I'm sorry, harry, would you forgive me ?"Draco pouted looking up from his lashed to the side of Harry's face

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply " fine " and he broke free of the hold

" what?" Draco offensively asked, almost snapped

" you asked for my forgiveness, I forgave you. Now If you'll excuse, I'm trying to find something " harry began searching for the book again.

" just like that ? Harry I apologized " Draco threw his arms in the sir

" and i accept your apology-"

" no you're no-"

" what do you want Draco? Kiss you and tell you that it's fine ? You didn't mention what you're apologizing for-"

" I'm apologizing for being an asshole and forcing you to keep us a secret even if you hate it "

" and does mean that you want to come out in open as boyfriend's?" Harry asked crossing his arms finally getting into one on one conversation with Draco

Draco looked at harry as he though Harry had asked for his kidney.

" see that's the problem !! You still don't want us to go public and I can't have that draco..I want you, I do, I really like you but not at the cost of only having you secretly " harry sighed as he subtracted some distance between them

Draco's jaw clenched as he chewed his cheeks " you think it's easy. Of course you do. You're the saviour of the wizarding world for the love of Merlin, people love you already. But have you even tried to give it as much of a thought that I'm still under probation of crimes I didn't commit only because I was on the dark side, because I'm an ex death eater, or the fact my father still have connections with murderers in the world to kill me if it ever gets out. It's easy for you to say harry, but me, it's not. People hate me and you don't have go through with it everyday, I have to. You think i like this, being in secret, fuck Harry no, I want to show the world that your ass is mine but I can't, because I don't want your death to be on my sake and only because I can't lose you. I want to kiss you and show it to the world as much as you but I can't. Because that's something I can't do " Draco's eyes almost welled with tears by the time he added " I don't want to be the reason people hate you Harry, I don't"

Harry immediately frowned as he walked further towards Draco until he was only few inches apart and held his arms " you can- you'll never lose me Draco. You can never be someone people will hate me for. I won't let that happen" harry sighed as he added " you're right, I- I understand and we can do this in secret. If that's what it is. So what if we can't be like the normal couple's, Holding hands under the tree or what if we can't, just go on a date under the stars, I can work with room of requirements, it's cozy anyways. I can't believe I was such a prat for this reason and you know what- I'm sorry for being a terrible boyfriend for not understanding you. I was just so crazed that I forgot that our differences still lie and even if we change, some people won't "

Harry shrugged, smiling lightly " do you forgive me Draco ?"

Draco wanted to say something, just something that meant screw the world, fuck what the world thinks, or something that was remotely related To I want to kiss you on the top of the world and the world can watch if they want but just as Draco tried to speak up, he's pressed against the back shelf lightly with Harry slamming his hand over Draco's lips to shut him up, it should not have been arousing, however it totally was as Draco watched harry trying to look behind Draco's head between the books to find if someone was coming their way.

"don't speak a word. Someone is here " harry Whispered In Draco's ear. It ran down a shiver over his back as he felt Harry's hand upon his waist and over his lips, catching him between his body and the shelf, and Draco only wondered how many times he'd like for that to happen..

" screw it " Draco didn't know he had said when Harry had momentarily taken his hands over his lips but he had

" screw what ?" Harry asked bemused

Draco looked over at harry's face desperately close to his own and without wasting so much of a second, Draco pulled harry closer by his sweater, slamming their lips together.

" screw secrecy" Draco mumbled against his lips, biting Harry's lips in desperation.

" what about everyone ?" Harry asked as he held onto Draco's waist to keep himself from collapsing, breaking away the kiss for a second

" I want to kiss you on top of the Eiffel tower and if the world watches, they can enjoy the show while it lasts " draco replied as he bored into Harry's eyes, filled with strange desire.

Harry chuckled before he pressed Draco further into the shelf, kissing the daylights out of him as though it was the last time he'd ever kiss him but as they say, make the first and the last's count, it was their first public display of affection and the world could watch the show while it lasted because In the end, it was them who ruled their world.

The 50 day physical touch prompt challenge ends as of today and I've been incredibly thankful for all the support. I've been writing for as long as I can remember but to feel this appreciated and noticed, I never thought I'd feel this way one day. When I even began writing these, it was so random that I wasn't even sure if anyone was going to read it, I didn't believe it until you people did and have remained from the beginning till the end. Ofc I'm not stopping writing prompts, I just had to be dramatic.

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Day 49- 5 times Harry was a pain in the ass