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congrats on 300!! you absolutely deserve it and more. and since we all love some angst how about 22. “Look, he/she wants you, just make him/her happy.” with harry saying that to draco because the more hurt the better. or 20. “Could you just take this pain away ? It hurts, so much… Help me.” set in hbp were their dating and harry's having the voldemort nightmare were his scar hurts. whatever you want, thank you❤

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Just one eclipse

Dialogue Prompt 20- could you take this pain away? It hurts so much .. help me

TW- ANGST | HURT MOSTLY LESS COMFORT

" so much pain for someone so young "

" hey i know I'm a bit late but I was just picking up these Oran- harry ?" Draco immediately crouched to the ground next to a weeping harry, rubbing his back.

" love, hey, hey, what happened ?" Draco asked as he sat down properly over the ground, trying to calm him down but harry kept sobbing in draco's white shirt, soaking him through.

" harry, what happened ? Did someone say something to you or what ?" Draco whispered as he passed his hands through Harry's hair after having embraced him in a hug.

" it hurts " harry choked on his own sobs.

" where? Where does it hurt ?" Draco asked as he created some distance between them to see any signs of any injuries upon his boyfriend..

" it hurts and I'm so tired of it " harry sobbed again.

Draco frowned as he wiped Harry's tears from his sleeves, kissing his forehead.

" what happened harry ?" He asked again.

" I can't sleep " harry replied in soft whimpers.

" why ?" Draco asked again as he harry hiccupped.

" these nightmares. They don't go away. It still hurts " harry replied

" even after those sleeping potions and those muggle sleeping pills ?" Draco asked

" I thought they'd stop but they didn't. He still" he hiccupped " comes in my dreams. I can see him murdering people, torturing them. It hurts draco. It hurts so much " harry started weeping again.

Draco's heart leaped with guilt as he hugged harry again, rubbing smooth circles on his back " it'll be fine one day "

" please, just- could you take this pain away . It's hurts to much " harry cried " help me draco, help me "

But draco couldn't. He couldn't help him except for rubbing circles on his back, kissing his face momentarily, assuring him that one day everything would be fine. There was nothing he could do. He swore he'd take away his pain if he could. He swore if he could take away the pain inflicted upon harry, he'd take it, he swore he would, but only he couldn't. He knew he couldn't.

But wasn't he hurting too !?

When they met again around the black lake again in the cold night a few days after December had begun, harry was doing better, he was hurting but he was doing better. Draco wasn't but he swore to himself he'd never let harry knew he was suffering. He couldn't afford harry losing his Sanity because draco was suffering. He just couldn't do that to him. In their little bubble, Harry was rested against draco's chest, his arms wrapped around his torso, muttering about the weird incidents happening in the school.

" everything's weird. These incidents. Who do you think are behind this ?" Harry asked softly.

Draco gulped as disgust brimmed his head but he replied in soft humour " you need to know everything, don't you" because draco wasn't ready yet, he wasn't ready to tell yet. He swore to himself he would but he was afraid of learning that he was thinking of breaking that swore promise.

"no, but it's just- it's weird. It's creating a bad influence upon everything you know " harry replied before he looked up and kissed draco softly over the cheeks without a reason.

" what was that for ?" Draco asked frowning.

" I gotta make these count you know, what if something happened to you and you have to be sent back home or something " harry shrugged looking back at the trees above them again.

Draco's face scrunched in disgust with tears glimmering his eyes. He hated himself. He so-

" hey, what have you been doing around the seventh floor corridor lately ?"

" what ?" Draco froze fearing he'd been caught, his heart racing faster. He couldn't tell now, not now, maybe after Christmas, not now.

" the seventh floor corridor. Around the room of requirements?" Harry asked with furrowed face looking at Draco.

" room of requirements is on seventh floor, I didn't know that " draco lied

" you literally caught me there last year, how could you forget ?" Harry asked as he straightened up and fetched their warm water bottle.

" I don't know. I never paid that much attention " draco shrugged his right arm crossing under his head, looking away somewhere in the forest to calm his nerve wrecking heart beat.

" can I say something ?" Harry asked after a while of having stared at Draco.

" yeah ?" Draco frowned

" why have you been so distant lately? I see it in your eyes, you're shielding something from me "

" what? No. It's nothing harry " draco assured him.

Harry still wasn't convinced but didn't question it again " you'd tell me if there's something right ?"

Draco felt everything inside him shift, like every inch of his body was rearranging himself as he looked at Harry's hopeful face. He was hurting not only himself but harry too. He knew the day would come when he'd have to come clean but the thought of Harry wanting draco to be alright, knowing that there was Something wrong with his boyfriend, knowing that draco was concealing something from him was crushing draco beyond comprehension. But harry came in his concealment too, he was concealing harry from the pain whether he was failing at it or not, he was. He was trying to.

" of course harry. Why would I hide anything from you ?"he smiled.

Harry smiled back " good " and drank his water again.

But maybe the happiness was bound to cease in their Little bubble on this very night of December, changing everything they had been through with so far.

The bottle of warm water in Harry's hand slipped colliding with the ground, drenching draco's left hand.

" merlin- I'm so sorry " harry rambled as he took out his handkerchief and tried dabbing draco's hand only Draco pulled away wincing.

" it's okay, it's nothing " draco mumbled crawling backwards.

" draco, the water was hot alright, let me just-"

" I said I'm fine " draco raised his voice affirmatively.

" draco let me just take a look-"

" I said I'm fine " draco sternly replied shaking his hand to drip the remaining water.

Harry rolled his eyes, dropping the handkerchief pretending to give up until Draco lightened up and pulled his hand when he didn't paid enough attention.

" see your sleeve's all wet" harry struggled keeping draco's hand to himself.

" harry, please, no. Just leave it " draco's voice broke as he struggle retrieving his hand back. Not today, just not today.

" Just shut up and let me see-" harry rolled his eyes as he oped draco's cuff Button's and started rolling his sleeve's backwards.

" harry, please no. I beg you " draco whimpered.

" stop being dramatic. Let me- " he stopped all together. His movements, his breathing, his hands, his mind, his heart, his body, everything stopped altogether when his eyes fell upon the dark mark.

" y-yo- you- you're one of them " harry stammered, his grip on draco's hands loosening too much.

" harry- I- I wanted to-to tell you " draco stammered, his eyes glimmering with tears.

" yo- you-" But Harry covered his mouth with his hands with a gasp standing up.

Draco immediately stumbled up, closing his distance with him but harry raised his hands to stop him.

" yo- you're one of them " harry couldn't believe him, or draco, or anything right now. Everything seemed too ridiculous to be believable but instead of Humour raising a laughter in him, his eyes filled with tears threatening to spill.

"I- I didn't wanted to be one harry, please just let me explain-"

" explain? What are you going to explain that you didn't have a choice. Save your bullshit draco " harry shouted.

" harry please-"

" no, I- I need to go " harry started picking up his thing's from the ground but draco didn't allow so, interrupting everything harry tried to pick up.

" please, harry, please let me explain " draco cried as he remained on his knees holding Harry's cloak in his arms.

" what will you explain draco ? And all these month's y- you lied to me. You being a- a- death Eater is one thing but lying, you lied to me draco " harry cried snatching away his cloak, putting it on.

" I had no choice. You have to understand-"

" no, you see, you had a choice but with your crippling fear of everything you became one. You betrayed me draco "

" you betrayed me " harry softly whispered and somehow it hurt more than the yelling. Harry saying he betrayed him crushed something in draco he didn't know existed, like his Insides has suddenly been filled with stones and he felt heavy. It was like every limb of his body was being torn apart by 3 simple words and draco couldn't stop crying.

" out of all the people, you know me. You knew me better than anyone else. You knew what he did to my parents and how I feel about everything yet you went ahead and became one of them " harry cried looking away as to look anywhere but draco.

" I'm- I'm sorry harry. I never wanted this. You have to understand I lied for your safety-"

" my safety? You lied to me draco. You hurt me like nobody else ever had and you call it safety. Use your brain draco " harry replied with disgusted expressions.

" I can't even look at you right now- and- and you kissed me- ugh- I- what did I ever do to you?"

" harry, please " Draco cried " please hear me out. You are the best thing ever happened to me but I never wanted this-"

" you- you tried to kill Ron " harry deadpanned with sudden realisation

" I didn't wanted to-"

" but you did.. I - I- what if it was me ?" Harry asked pointing his chest.

"I never wanted to do any of it harry. Please trust me-"

" trust you? Do you think I'd ever be Able to trust you with anything anymore ? I loved you draco- I loved you and you- you broke me " harry cried, his face scrunching in pain.

Draco's lips whimpered as he left out a harsh sob trying to approach harry but he stopped him again.

" you hurt me draco " harry sobbed with a heavy heart. He wanted to scream loudly, hurt draco, throw things at him but the thought of even hurting draco hurt him right. Everything about him hurt too much for him to do anything but cry.

" I loved you draco " harry whispered shaking his head and walked away with draco collapsing to the ground with screeching tears, his mewls and his groans. He left him there and he never Walked back to him. For him it was as If the world has collapsed, all of him had caved inside him as he sat there on the cold floor crying to himself how he couldn't stop the pain, how he hurt harry, how he broke harry. He remained there wishing to be dead but Today was when he felt too alive, because it hurt. It hurt to be alive.

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Month's had passed since harry last saw of draco, month's since he saw him run away with death eaters on the day Dumbledore died, months since Severus Snape killed him. And harry had never thought of Draco until that day when a tiny black owl pecked Harry's window Only once, dropped the letter on the table and flew away just as silently as it had came.

Frowning harry picked up the letter, Turned on the night light and sat down on his bed reading the letter addressed to him.

" we're too young, too fragile to be in pain, to be in vain.

I know you loved me first but don't think I didn't fall for you too harry. Perhaps you fell first, I fell harder for you. I know you hate me with every vein that runs in you but that night if you had given me a chance I'd had explained to you everything but if I were you and you were me I'd probably do the same thing.

But I don't want to talk to you about that day or anything about that, I want to tell you how much I still really love you even when you hate me. I love you so much that I can live with knowing you feel at least something towards me, hatred be it. I had months craving sunshine in those dark dungeons, in the manor but then I realised, my sun wasn't the star that shone so bright in the day, it was you. You are my sun, in dying and in rising each day and maybe, just maybe I might even be your moon because we can never be together at the same time of the day. We can't be together, we can't be seen together because even If I am there, you're too bright, too good, too yellow that I remain dim, unrevealed. You're too bright for someone as dark as me and I understand that but I am nothing without you. There can be no moon without the sun. The Universe is blessed to have you in existence, and maybe we all are nothing without you but I read this that in an eclipse, there is the sun, the moon and the earth, our earth perhaps is our pain, our sufferings, our differences that comes in between, but in all realities I'd do anything to be with you even if it's for few seconds and you're only there to shadow me because every moment with you is worth breathing and without you, it's not. Even if I get to only to share that eclipse with you, I'd make sure it lasts forever, it'll be my little infinity.

Planet's revolve around you harry, but I hope you won't forget me.

I hurt you but I know I'll spend the rest of my life ruining myself that I had lost my mind to hurt you. And I'll spend my life waiting for you.

I hope in your big heart one day you can find it in yourself to forgive me. I will love you for as long as the Universe Exists.

Only yours,

DLM "

Harry sniffed, tears dripping down on the piece of parchment with already wet blotches from draco before.

And he only cried in memories of all the Times that were good and all the times there wasn't so much pain. All the times when he didn't try to focus on denying to be in love with draco, in all the Times harry still thought of him and it made him happy.

And he Stared out in the rainy sky, waiting for only one eclipse. Just one that'd last forever.

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Malfoy stood stock still in the middle of the busy courtroom, hands in the pockets of pressed black trousers, his sharp features distant and unreadable. Harry felt like he was approaching a statue in a museum, with everyone hurrying by casting appraising glances at the art on display.

Until Malfoy’s head turned just enough to meet Harry’s eyes, a flash of recognition, then cold, grey and unfeeling. Harry swallowed, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a familiar length of wood.

Grey eyes dropped to the hawthorn wand in Harry’s hand, as Harry held it out between them.

The corner of Malfoy’s lip twitched. He slowly removed his hands from his pocket, taking the wand with what Harry could have sworn was gratitude. Malfoy pocketed it, hesitated, then held out a hand to shake.

Of all the things that had happened to Harry in the last few weeks, this seemed to shake him more than anything. He reached out and grasped Malfoy’s hand, giving it a gentle shake.

Malfoy squeezed his hand, a little, those thin lips ticking up in the barest flicker of something. He nodded once, and muttered, “Harry.”

Harry’s hand felt cold as Draco released him, clenching into a fist to hold onto the warmth. Draco turned and walked away, disappearing out of the courtroom, leaving Harry to feel like the sculpture that had taken Draco’s place, a frozen display for the curious passersby.

He looked down, his neck creaking, and opened his hand, warmed by its grip on a tiny, folded piece of parchment.

***

When he was finally allowed to rest, Harry didn’t leave his house for a month.

He slept for twelve hours at a time and still woke plagued with nightmares. He curled up in an armchair and stayed there for so long, staring out the window, the stiff velvet cushion became concave. He didn’t eat or shower unless Kreacher goaded him into it with plentiful insults. He didn’t talk to his friends more than he absolutely had to.

He unfolded and refolded a tiny piece of parchment, over and over, by the light of the grimy window. He slept with it clutched in his fist; the only proof that the nightmares weren’t real, that it was really, truly over.

That something had changed.

***

By fall, he felt a bit like a person again.

He went to work at Hogwarts, teaching first years how to fly, and helping with the rebuilding efforts. Keeping his hands busy.

When they inevitably weren’t busy, they were in the pocket of his hoodie, fingering a tiny folded parchment, the creases touch-worn and soft.

***

He spent Christmas at the Burrow, trying to keep his head above water. It was all he could do not to drop into a panic, or a spiral, or more of that awful numbness, just to escape all of the grief and guilt.

His fault.

When he went to his pocket for the comfort, the parchment wasn’t there, and this time, he really did panic. He crawled around the floor, searching under the furniture and between the sofa cushions and tracing his steps around and around the house, until Hermione stopped him with a firm hand on his shoulder.

She held up a folded piece of parchment, worn and discoloured, with a worried, knowing look in her eye. Harry released a heavy breath of relief as he took it from her—how long had he been holding his breath?

What would he have done if he couldn’t find it? Was it real if he wasn’t holding it in his own hand?

***

Spring brought with it a buzz of excitement. Anticipation.

The parchment barely held its folds; it existed in a small crumple, most of the time. Harry didn’t mind, as long as it existed.

His restless fingers traced the smudged, faded purple ink, in the privacy of his own quarters. Held a quill, imagining fingers slender and pale and smooth instead of tanned and rough and scarred. Nicked a fresh piece of parchment, and copied the words over and over, trying and failing to match the elegant script.

Trying and failing to decipher every thought in the smoothed depressions, in the colour of the ink, in the spacing of the looping lines. Trying and failing to pull it all apart, piece the fibers and pigments back together into a human, who could answer his unending questions.

***

The door to the Hog’s Head clapped shut behind him, keeping out most of the June heat.

Harry’s stomach roiled with nerves, his fist clenching so hard around crumpled parchment, he worried it might disintegrate in his palm, slip through his fingers like ash.

He sat down at the table, decisive and sure and nervous and so curious he felt out of his mind with it.

Draco looked up from the journal he’d been writing in, curling purple ink sweeping across parchment; a crisper, lighter colour than the one in Harry’s hand. As his hands lifted, the pages fell to the beginning, half of the first page torn out. Draco snapped the cover shut, staring at Harry in disbelief.

“I didn’t think you’d—”

“Will you let me, too?” Harry blurted. Draco blinked, his gaze turning warm and hopeful as comprehension dawned on his face. He cleared his throat, fiddling with the quill in his hand. Harry couldn’t keep his eyes off it, the shape of Draco’s fingers around it. Familiar, different—nails painted deep plum.

“Yes, Harry,” Draco answered, gentler than Harry had expected. “I will.”

Harry had never felt so much relief at once. As if a door he’d been trying to see through had finally opened, showing him a future of infinite possibilities, endless new beginnings, chances upon chances.

He opened his sore fist over the table, letting what remained of the parchment peel off his sweaty palm and fall between them.

“Then let’s try.”

Draco grinned, setting down his quill, smoothing open the note with two careful, shaking fingertips.

If you’ll let me try again - 5 June, 1999, Hog’s Head.

“And keep trying,” Draco agreed.

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After the Autumn

Dialogue Prompt- 29. Love isn't supposed to hurt this badly | TW- ANGST | HURT COMFORT | EMOTIONAL ( I guess )

It was a defence mechanism, to shield himself from any upcoming events or actions that might Rip him apart or leave him fragile, to prevent future heartbreaks. It was all a wicked game; part of self-preservation to not fall and not to feel bad when he got out of it. The thing was if he didn't protect his heart then he would have nothing of his own and he was afraid of love. When growing up he was embedded that love leaves you hollow, you tend to defy love ever in future, not necessarily of course but it plays a major role in not allowing yourself to love. He was taught and learnt that love was for weak hearted, for fragile and vulnerable people and not for someone like him but over time it changed into he understood he didn't deserve love.

And so just like that he left the dark apartment that one late night after he had felt his heart rapidly beating causing a horrendous stampede in his chest, he left him, he abandoned him.

And he didn't return, leaving with only a glance behind, a single flicker of hope burning until it extinguished.

But like all the dry, shredded trees that grows in forest becomes alive one day with just the little of sunshine after the Autumn, he met him again, 4 years later when he had subtly walked into work and was introduced to the newest member of the DMLE.

" Draco, meet Harry Potter, of course, you must know him, all the rivalry I've heard of too " and the words had left him frozen.

Draco refused to look up from where he was looking at his desk because he never knew how to, how could he have looked up and watched the man he had abandoned in the apartment because he was afraid he was falling in love with. He didn't dare but he heard in silence the Chuckles and stories told.

Robard might've stayed there for a few more minutes telling him about Harry but all he could think of was the past, the horrors that hurled within him with it but when they Walked out through his door, out into the hallway, Draco finally lifted his gaze, Harry didn't turn around to see him, he didn't.

Where had the months flown since harry joined, Draco never really realised. Harry had become everyone's friend, a nice colleague, a good host and yet Draco hadn't spoken one word, nor had Harry and for some obscure reasons Harry didn't try to initiate anything either, he didn't even try to acknowledge his presence or his absence as though he didn't care anymore but Draco was bothered because he wanted Harry to be angry with him, to yell at him, to give me stone-hearted look, to look at him in any way except as strangers.

He waited months for Harry to snap until he assumed Harry just didn't care enough to bother with Draco anymore, even a little, who would, but it still hurt Draco somewhere that Harry was pretending that they didn't have a history or that Harry had simply forgotten which Draco was Afraid of because Harry was the best he ever had, in everything.

" enjoying work ?" Draco finally initiated reluctantly one day while he was in the office library in the same aisle as him.

" I am, thank you" harry gave him a firm smile before he left the aisle and never returned. Draco sighed, hitting his head against the bookshelf.

And they didn't talk again and it was somehow leaving Draco feeling hollow. He would see across the room and Harry wouldn't even bother to look at Draco, not so much so even a glance at him or he didn't even try to talk or he didn't even try to hate him, it was like Draco didn't mean anything to him and as much as Draco should've loved that, he didn't. He was left feeling upset, sad and Empty like harry was scooping his heart out and keeping it with himself. All Draco could think of was unimaginable unrealistic scenario's that harry obliviated himself, all the memories with Draco and it hurt more than it should've.

But Draco would question " isn't this what he wanted? For harry to forget him ?" But maybe he thought he wanted that but it hurt more every time he'd look at harry and he was reminded of the steps he took out of his apartment hoping that harry would realise Draco wasn't in the bed and would run and stop him. But harry never did, even in his dreams, nor in nightmares.

And then as if autumn came with a different aura harry had whispered something to Draco when they were standing on the roof of the office building enjoying the soft breeze with Draco retaliating about his past.

"pardon ?" Draco frowned

" I asked, you want a cigarette ?" Harry repeats puffing out smoke from between his lips in The most elegant ways possible.

" I don't smoke, sorry " draco shrugged. Harry nodded frowning taking another drag then turning to draco, leaning against the railings.

" I didn't used to " harry said

" then why did you start ?" Draco asked.

Harry looked at him long enough as though he was conveying him an answer before he shrugged and took another drag.

" you don't talk much " it was not a question, nor an answer but a statement. Draco didn't talk much.

Draco gave him a little side smile before he stared ahead at the metropolitan city replying " I like the silence "

Harry nodded and he didn't speak up. He didn't even say a good-bye after he was done smoking, he just like the smoke left, without a scene, without a residue except for the ashes and the burnt cigarette put out against the wall now lying on the ground. Draco watched that burnt-out cigarette until the last of the sparks had died and he too walked in, an unsettling feeling whirled again inside of him.

Draco met harry there 3 more times with little conversations until in unknown ways he became addicted to wanting to meet harry there for small conversations but after the third time no matter how long Draco stayed there, no matter how often he came to the roof, he didn't meet harry again as if he purposely didn't come to the roof anymore yet Draco stood there over the roof every day waiting for harry to show up at least one of these days.

He never showed up and it was only in mistake when Draco was walking down the wrong floor when he saw harry smoking on the balcony of that floor. Harry watched as Draco swiftly passed by with a pained look on his face but harry didn't dare stop him or try to give any explanation or even say a word. He let him watch, he let him go.

In that little glance at harry, Draco had met with revelations that his self-preservation never really worked, that his defence mechanism to save his heart, to shut his feelings never really worked, he was stupid to have walked out of the apartment that night because Draco had inevitably already fallen for harry long ago and the more impending truth was he never fell out because he never knew how to. History was proof that you can fall in love but had no one taught how to fall out and Draco suffered contagiously in the living history. He knew when he saw harry that he was never going to fall out and he would perhaps never understand why but he knew he understood the answers of all these four years that had been Buried somewhere deep inside him. Why he didn't date anymore, why didn't he find anyone attractive anymore, why didn't he ever meet someone intriguing, why didn't he ever have an answer for the question if he was ever in love with harry and the answer lied here, he was, is and will be in love with him and it was something he would have to live with until he learns to unlove harry potter.

This time Draco knew he was repaying his debt for the sin he committed ages ago when he abandoned harry. Harry didn't meet Draco or didn't acknowledge or treat him as a stranger because he knew it hurt Draco. He knew that Draco would be hurt if harry didn't bother him and so he did it on purpose. Draco didn't bother harry anymore either, he couldn't even if he wanted to.

"Love was never supposed to hurt this badly" Draco whispered to himself; his eyes watered with the reflection of the growing metropolitan city.

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Dialogue prompt - 26. " You love me like I'm the only person who deserves your love " " but you are the only person who deserves my love " | STORY TELLING | mild hurt comfort |

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I remember the day when for the first time you stirred something inside me. It wasn't disastrous but my heart became a traitor and I forgot what it felt like to see you otherwise. You had stood before me and awkwardly apologized for everything you've ever done me bad for but I could see it how hard it was for you, I think I accepted your apology never knowing it'd ever turn into something so beautiful.

I remember when I first saw your smile, first saw you laughing, the Actual laughing, not the snickering or laughing at insults, you laughed at a joke I told and my threefold heart raced once again. I never knew a smile could be so beautiful and a sound could ever be more homely but there was you, so breath takingly and effortlessly beautiful. But I think you had swore to the lords to always prove me wrong, no matter what.

I also remember when you told me you were getting engaged. I was perhaps not in love with you then but I might've been falling anyways but I knew it when it stung me like all the bee's kept sucking my blood but I smiled because you had to go back to your hive. I didn't stop you and when I finally saw you getting married,I finally realised how much I loved you. I should not have fallen for you, I knew it but I think my heart never really ever belonged to me after you had apologized, after you had smiled at me, after you had laughed with me, after you had held my hand in a casual touch, after you had given me the simplest reasons to sleep at night with a smile upon my face. It started belonging to you somewhere along the time and even then I didn't complain. You had two hearts, one of hers and one of mine but then again you are a real charming heart throb, only I wished you had chosen mine.

But I settled for being your best friend, your single best friend you set unsuccessful dates up on, your friend you watched the quidditch match with every Friday night, your friend you went shopping with, your friend who gave you advise on what to gift next, your friend who took you out on Saturday's just so you got out, your friend who sang with you the chorus of endless love , your friend who lied about not having found the one, you friend who gave you marriage advise, I settled for it all as long as I had you near me. I settled knowing that i didn't do a sin confessing how I felt about you even though it hurt me Everytime I saw your face with your new wife. I settled for less.

But I remembered how happy you were after you had gotten married, how happy you were when you saw the bride walking down the isle, how happy you had been with the girl who you thought was from your dreams, how happy you were when you Returned from your honey moon, how happy you were when you knew you were expecting a baby, how happy you had been all along and I wondered what would had happened if I had been the one giving you that happiness but it didn't matter because one look at you and your wife, I'd known you'd never had chosen me.

But then one day you knocked on my door, you looked tired and I summoned you inside my house, offered you tea and you talked, you talked and you talked, and finally you told that you needed a divorce. I was shook because I thought you were the happiest couple in the world but you had told me how one perceives their relationship, how it was all about concealing, that you hadn't been happy after third year of marriage, that you didn't even sleep in the same room anymore. I was confused and you told me you were Afraid you couldn't do this but I remember giving you advise to work on your marriage again, to give her another chance because I could see in the little flickers in your eyes that you looked for that answer, you hoped I'd answer for you to try again. You might've thought why I had told you this but I was in love with you, I knew what you needed to hear be it if it was a pain to me, I gave you what you needed to hear and you left that night repeating that you'd give the marriage another try and I thought that was it for me. I thought this was my last straw, that I should move on after all this time.

And I did, or at Least tried to, I tried dating people, I went off, had fun with other people but their eyes didn't blink the same way, their smile didn't cage my heart, their lips didn't quirk the same way, their eyes didn't smile with their mouth, their hands were not as warm, their body was not as warm, them sharing their jacket wasn't the same, nothing was the same Because it wasn't you. I remembered I cried then the first time realising how foolishly I had been in love with you all these years that my heart didn't yearn but for you and you were there giving your marriage another try. I remember I stood before your House that very night, thinking I couldn't hold it anymore, that you needed to know but I couldn't do this. I loved you too much to snatch you away from Someone you love.

But thing's were never supposed to be that simple Because the day you turned to me for comfort again, you told me you knew my secret. I had asked what secret but your eyes spoke for you. I didn't say anything to you after that, I didn't comment because I had no agreeing to do nor denying, I was in love with you, how could I not be. But then you asked me something so unusual that I never thought you'd ask me in my entire life.

" why ?"

I frowned asking you what that why had been for.

" when that women couldn't love me, why do you ? Why have you loved me for long enough than my wife have ? How have you ?"

And I smiled at you, telling you how I didn't fell in love with the way you talked or the way you smirked or the way you dressed up or the way you learnt things, I fell in love with you because you became someone that was so hard to become, I fell in love with you because you're ugly too like me with scars that remained with you, I fell in love with you because you reminded me of spring, I fell in love with you because you had told me one day that a garden isn't dead until the last of the grass twig have dried up, I fell in love with you and not your things or your Beauty but your brain, your heart and you.

You had stared at me for long enough perhaps figuring out what to reply, but I didn't need one. I had caged my feelings in a tiny safe box and now I had given it to you and it was only yours now.

And after I had thought you wouldn't say anything else you told me

" you love me like I'm the only one who deserves your love "

" but Draco, you are the only who deserves my love "

And you had smiled at me, faintly telling me with your sparkling eyes you had loved me too someday, maybe yesterday, maybe an year from before, or maybe the first time we met in the robe shop but you had loved and I had loved you too.

But it was about starting new. You told me to start new, you told me you had to start new and so the next morning you came to my House with those signed divorce papers and then only you filled my brimming pot seeking a kiss from you, you finally kissed me like you had been saving yourself for me for ages and I had too..

We had lost so much time, I told you but you only replied

" if this life isn't enough, I'd find you again in the next and then there won't be Anyone for me but you "

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Da capo - part 3

( Part 1 & 2 can be Found here )

Crescendo (Italian: 'growing') a gradual increase in volume or intensity of a musical passage.

They sat there on the bank for a long, long time, water washing away through their feets and the cascading silence. They didn't mind, they liked the stillness, the silence, the aesthetic, the observations, it was pleasant all of it to be in each other's presence and just watch, see, and perhaps learn a bit.

" come on, it's gonna rain " harry Suddenly said as a thunder broke out in the sky and put out his feets from water, casting a drying spell over and putting on his shoes but Draco didn't do the same, he just remained there smiling watching the water.

" Draco, it's about to rain. Come on, you'll be all wet "

" and what's wrong with staying?" Draco humourously asked quirking an eyebrow at harry.

Harry shook his head then standing up, dusting off the back of his clothes.

" any minute now " harry warned.

But the minute had passed and it began raining, slowly at first then exceeding into rapid falls. Harry rushed to the side taking shelter under one of the trees yelling for Draco to join but he was still sat there on the bank, his head tipped off and his eyes shut.

Harry shouted for him one last time until he stopped when he saw Draco lie on his back, his arms spread out and just being in the rain. He wanted to yell for him again, even drag him to prevent getting wet but he didn't. Draco in himself was a serenity of the casted snow on the mountain tops or the cherry blossom in the Japanese gardens, and harry didn't wait to enjoy the sight. It was peaceful in a peculiar way but it was peaceful, like the harmony in an orchestra. Harry just watched him wet himself in the rain until it seemed like a much bigger crime to just watch him and went and lied down next to him, his arms spread out, his feets back in the water, his hair sticking to his forehead and his glasses casted off to be prohibited from getting wet.

" so you realised this is nice " Draco teased after a while turning his head to harry.

" no, but if someone walked by, at least they'd call the two of us idiot's and two idiots is better than one " harry replied with a small smile and his eyes shut.

" you're a pathetic liar " Draco chuckled.

" be it " harry replied, taking off his glasses and shoving them in his pockets.

" why are we getting wet by the way ?" Harry asked

" not everything have to have a reason. It just felt right " Draco shrugged, brushing his hair off his forehead.

Harry hummed in a response. But this might've held a reason to harry that he didn't like to speak out loud, afraid of how he'd let too much out, but to him it felt like baptising himself again but only it wasn't getting rid of sins, it was letting go of everything and imagine himself on a cloud that took him home. He allowed himself to feel the gravelled ground to be grass and his legs dipping into some other river in some others country and all this surrounding was nothing but a huge, large Field of daffodils or wheat or paddy or anything but just something that bought peace in its existence. He allowed himself to let himself float with the feeling of being in a canvas painted by someone who loved monsoon, he let himself be.

" do you believe in reincarnation ?" Draco asked suddenly.

Harry shook his head then realising Draco wasn't watching him and replied with a simple no.

" I believe everyone dies of dementia " harry could faintly hear, sense how his lips had turned into a little curve to form into a small smile as if he couldn't believe in himself that he was saying this.

" dementia? Why ?" Harry asked curiously as he shifted his body a little to get more comfortable.

" Because then we forget. We will not remember anything from our pastlife or won't take anything to our next life " Draco replied..

Harry wanted to laugh it off but it did seem like a relevant happening that might occur " what about people who die of cancer or tuberculosis or natural death without dementia or without any signs of dementia ?"

" that's all different. What I mean is when you're dying or in the process of dying then your perhaps try to keep everything to yourself or try to retain memories just so you could see them one last time but just when you take your last breath, because you're remembering everything, you forget everything as soon as you stop. It's like you stored everything in your one life like storing in a box and you will never see them again and it's beautiful in a way but that's just a way of saying that Everyone dies of dementia " Draco explained.

This time harry didn't feel like laughing or humourously making it into a Limerick but finding it oddly satisfying theory of why if reincarnation happens we don't remember anything. When Harry opened his eyes again to see Draco, he had still kept that tender smile on his face as if it didn't matter if harry was here anymore or not, he just enjoyed anyhow it was. And somehow harry just knew that if he were dying which memories he would remember a minute before dying even if some of them were the worst.

" I've heard that during childbirth we come out crying Because we remember all our pain, our suffering, our death from pastlife and then we forget " harry added to this reincarnation topic.

" I mean, it's possible who knows, we don't remember child birth do we!? And maybe we don't remember childbirth because it's also painful. It's intriguing how people have so many theories About things we can properly define, about things we can't possibly measure on " Draco spoke.

" what's your most favourite theory ?" Harry asked him still watching how Draco not even for a second opened his eyes.

" the zues mythology " Draco replied

" the one where it says that we all had four arms, four legs but were divided into two before we begin our life and spend the rest of our layer lives trying to find our other half " Harry smiled remembering the first time they had read that myth together in a secluded corner of an unknown library.

" what I like about it is, is the part where we spend the rest of our life trying to find our other half. It's a beautiful way to put it " Draco replied.

" I find these theories absurd " harry scoffed, wiping his eyes then staring up at the sky after having put his spectacles on.

" why not!?" Draco finally turned his face to watch harry dismissively waving his hands in the air, his finger shaped in L, aligned the right of his forefinger to the left of thumb of left and vice versa as if trying to make his hand into an imaginary camera.

" theories are just presumption and unless its factual, I don't want to believe in them " harry shrugged, bringing his hands back to his side and turning to see Draco.

Draco offered him a little smile before he sat upright, pushing his hair back and speaking again " I miss when we were kids "

" why ?" Harry asked from where he was laid down.

" Because then we believed in all sort of things, we believed in a chocolate house, fairies, angels, Santa. We are in such a rush to grow up that we forget what it was like to wait up every Christmas Eve waiting for Santa to arrive and fulfilling our wishes because nobody was ready to tell us that we are the only ones who can fulfill our wishes " Draco explained then turned around completely to face Harry.

Harry only thought for a moment, and in one spontaneous second it hit him how he too used to stay awake every Christmas Eve and wished to be loved, to be away from the Dursleys.

" it's easier when we're kids " harry sighed as he too sat upright staring behind Draco.

" it is but just because we grow up doesn't mean we have to forget the part about Santa's, we may not believe in it but everytime we see a kid who does something bad, we just automatically say that this year Santa won't give you any gifts " draco chuckled at the last part, making Harry's face light up in a little smile too.

" we just grew up harry, we just grew up " Draco huffed then finally stood up, Dusting off the back of his clothes and Walked towards for the main road. Harry immediately stood up and ran behind after him, letting the words sink through in, they all Just grew up.

They walked for a few more miles in silence like something between them had dissolved and there was nothing more left to be spoken but to feel the warmth radiating between them, just listening to the squeaking of their shoes together against the ground and feel of water dripping down their necks and into their shirts. They remained silent for as long as Harry remembered until they were passing by a small restaurant and suddenly he had realised how hungry he was.

" you hungry ?" Harry asked as he halted in his steps.

" I can eat " Draco plucked his bottom lip in a small frown, nodding along.

" let's go then" harry said and walked through, crossing the street and, drying himself and walking into the restaurant with Draco following him after performing the same routine.

Draco waited till harry talked in hushed Whispers until he had returned.

" roof is the only place we can eat. What do you think ?"

Draco thought for a moment about the soggy food and the wet smell but then realised he might never have that opportunity again.

" works for me, we'd just cast an umbrella "

Harry nodded then nodded again at the guy behind the reception and followed him upstairs.

They seated right by the palisade offering the view of the heart of Paris and if looked closely a bookshop very nearby and children's park right behind. It could all not have been more better.

" not that bad huh " harry frowned staring at the view.

" how can you not love this city ?" Draco said in hushed tone fondly admiring everything.

" you've been here for 4 days " harry chuckled, watching harry.

" and I still stand by loving this place " Draco replied smiling at harry.

" how can you not love this ?" Draco added.

" I never said I didn't love " harry replied after a moment of having stared at the wall behind Draco.

Draco only wondered if there was something more to his words than he had let on.

Part 4

Honestly want to thank each and everyone of you for being supportive of this fic that I have no idea where is going and loving it nonetheless. A lot of this fic is vaguely inspired by " find me by Andre aciman", therefore do not call me out if sensed something similar.

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Da Capo

Dialogue Prompt 16- " because I love you, is that what you wanted to hear " requested by @sunflowerishdolphin ( your last remaining request ) | TW- NONE |

Da Capo-(Italian: from the beginning); at the end of a piece of music or a section of it, means that it should be played or sung again from the beginning.

He shut the door behind him, locking immediately, putting those grocery bags on the counter and turned on the voice Machine , picking up the mails from the corner table reading who addressed them as he simultaneously heard the voice messages like his usual evening, a routine that had became a practice.

" you have 2 new messages "

" hey harry, this is Clint. Send me those pictures via e-mail, could you ? Call me when you get back "

Harry subconsciously nodded as he read the next mail addressed from the burrow.

" harry "

He stopped dead in his movements as he stared at the tiles on the floor, hearing that very familiar voice.

" I- I know I should not- you know- never mind. Uh, call me or not, whatever. Just- how do you end this-" the voice message echoed with rustling until it ended with a beep and harry couldn't bring himself to stop the beeping.

When one of the apple fell down over the ground creating a thud, harry broke free from his locked moment of strangeness and shut off the beep. He stared at the number long enough to remember his past, the horrors, the pain, the anguish, the agony of it all but he couldn't resist himself from Noting down the number on the notepad and just staring at it.

He had called, 1 year and 6 months later, he had called.

Harry left the notepad like it had been resting on the counter and went out to the garden to water his plants and get some peace from the quick Sand of the emotions that had started overwhelming in the presence of the noted down number. But it didn't help the rail of his thoughts that resulted in overflowing of the pots.

The evening had turned into a chilly night yet without a care he kept staring at the TV screen blankly, finding it hard to forget that voice message. That familiarity in the voice had almost Haunted harry every night in dreams and that un-advanced way of not knowing still how to end a voice message made harry smile if only for a moment but he was strongly reminded of how had things ended, in fights, In rush, in sadness, in heart break.

He wanted to call back and ask him why had he called, he even stood before the phone, dialing almost the entire number but could never gather the entire courage to actually call him back. How could he ? After everything that had happened, how could he?

It had been almost 1 and half year since harry moved to a small town in Paris living in a muggle suburb and still learning French but he had sat in his balcony drowning in rain, yet he never felt at home. He never wanted to leave Britain, London but what choice did he had but to leave everything behind and start new, a fresh start and yet all he felt was moving backwards. He loved it here, the neighborhood, the children on the streets, the grocery man, Adrian's little shop around the corner yet the smell of the Rain, the smell of laundry, the Blooming garden, the sunlight, nothing felt the same, not like how it was when he was with him. Nothing ever felt the same anymore .

Somewhere around blankly staring at the TV, the screen had Turned grey with no more left to watch when harry forcibly picked himself up and put himself to bed, relentlessly tossing and turning until sleep had returned to him like previous night's.

You can't stop thinking about me .

That's not true.

Do you really think so? Then why am I here ?

You tell me.

He sighed, his voice flourishing and sounding like the softest of breeze, you can feel it too, can't you, you know I will be there with you..

I can't feel anything. A pause.

You're coming?

Do you want me to ?

Harry tossed one last time, slowly opening his eyes in the silence of the night and the street light outside flickering with yellow and black. He sighed to himself as he sat right up and followed the line of sight to where the phone was kept.

" hi, draco, hi- uh, you called. I- didn't know about it- just got your message- I wanted to check what you called for so leave me a message or call me in the mor-"

" harry?"

Harry stilled with the phone pressed against his ear, his breathing sounding very clear like he had held the phone very close to himself as if holding it too close would make the conversation more real.

He stared at his feets on the ground comprehending how to respond, he had not expected draco to pick up-

" harry, you there ?"

" yeah, yeah. Uh sorry- I just- " he breathed " isn't it late ?"

" sort of yeah. I just- I came from a run "

" this late at night ?"

" yeah " he breathed.

Harry breathed.

" you called earlier ?"

" yeah " a long pause before he released a rolling breath and spoke again " I'm visiting Paris and I- I know you're there, so I was just wondering if you'd like to meet sometime if you're free of course ?"

Harry's fingers coiled to the telephone loop, a little smile forming over his lips as he whispered " Sure. When ?"

" this weekend "

" I'll pick you up ?"

" that'd be- nice " he breathed.

" okay "

" okay "

They breathed.

" I'll send the details via mail " he added

" okay "

And they finally cut the call but all harry did was stare at his feets on the ground crossed together as if it offered any peace.

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The sun had rose like usual with the birds chirping just outside Harry's balcony, the usual ringing of his alarm clock went unnoticed as harry stepped out of the long shower. He padded across the room water dripping down his neck due to his washed hair, finally shutting off the Alarm. He stared at the watch as minutes stroke by, his mind lost in the moving of the minute hands until a shiver has ran down his spine and he dropped the clock on the bed and fetched the shirt and the pants he has decided to worn a day before. The same blue flowy shirt and the same Khaki pants.

Anxiety was not a surprise visitor anymore as harry fidgeted wearing his watch over his rest and tying his shoe laces that at some point, harry left them be thinking that if he'd fall, he'd fall. He ran all around the apartment going from one room to another to living room because his things were scattered all across until finally the clock stroke 12 and harry left the apartment in his second hand ford from 1985.

Harry leaned against his car in front of the France ministry of magic building waiting for draco to come with sun bouncing over his soft brunette hair, checking his watch every minute or two.

And there he was, the same boy walking through the door carrying 2 bags in a soft cotton red faded shirt and washed blue jeans.

" waited for long ?"he asked awkwardly.

Harry shook his head as he took his bags and dropped them in back seat.

" I- harry- I just wanted to ask something "

Harry frowned but nodded as he opened the car door for draco.

" this isn't awkward, is it ?"

Harry huffed out a breath, glancing behind draco for a moment. Was it awkward,of course but he Wanted to settle through the awkwardness and not be like one of those people who can't visit their ex.

" it is a bit but we'll settle in. After all we're friends, right ?"

Draco chuckled softly before he nodded " we can be "

Harry smiled before he stepped away and let draco take the passenger seat and settled into his driver's seat as well.

" Hungry ?" Harry asked as the ignition roared.

Draco nodded " very "

" I know just the place " harry smiled putting on his sunglasses and drove to exactly where he needed to.

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Things remained a bit awkward with draco as harry adjusted to all new information and forgot thinking of draco as an ex he scrambled away from and reminded himself more to treat him like the way he used to before the relationship happened.

But despite that the wicked angels that remained on Harry's shoulder reminded him to be careful this time and even if he harry heard them, he ignored as he served draco the croissant he has freshly picked up from the bakery around the corner.

" what about the eiffel tower ?" Draco asked as he sipped his lemon tea, taking the plate of croissant away from harry.

" it's overrated but worth it. It's better in the evening, I'll take you there " harry replied as he ate his own.

" oh shit- I forgot. I had to be at work 15 minutes ago. I'll see you later yeah " draco hurried with his baked food and picked up his bag he has came with and disapparated from within the apartment.

Harry collapsed down on the chair thinking to himself what was he doing. How could he just forget everything and move on and pretend like nothing happened like he had been doing for days. He hated the pretending, the " I'm doing fine without you " act or we're better as friends act, he hated it but as draco would come from the hotel every afternoon and sometimes stay by till the evening, harry would allow himself to relish in those moments and let be.

"the real question is do you really want to be friends or not ?" Jade asks as she dressed the mannequin with new shirt introduced in this work fashion line.

" i- i don't know jade. Do I want to forget everything and move forward, yes but I can't just look at him pretend we don't have a past " harry kicked the ground as he was leaned against the wall in the cubicle with jade and the white mannequin for display.

" Harry, the past is the past. It doesn't matter anymore. And you know the whole thing about ex's can't be friends,it's shit, I'm friends with my first boyfriend " jade replied with the pin between her lips as he tucked the buttons together.

" your first boyfriend is gay now. You're not helping jade-"

" look harry. Is it worth it ? Is it worth spending time with him? Is it worth meeting him again everyday ? Is it worth being friends with him again ? Those are the real questions " She asked with her head titled for emphasis, her hands in the air waiting for his response.

Harry sighed closing his eyes, opening them again and spoke " I think. He's changed a lot and he's different now"

" well there you go and you know what, even if you don't want to be friends or anything, he's just visiting. He's not going to stay here forever you know and you barely visit home, so friends or no friends, it won't matter much" jade shrugged as she put the mannequin the hat and stretched her neck backwards to check the entire look before nodding to herself and stepping out of the cubicle, harry following him.

" I guess you're right " harry mumbled. Jade nodded and they departed to their response departments of work.

When the evening arrived he met draco Outside his work building and strolled off to where they could disapparate from without being noticed.

" it's a beautiful place " draco suddenly said as they were walking down the streets.

" it is " harry hummed nodding, pocketing his hand.

" don't you ever-" Breath " like miss home ? Everyone else?" He asked

Harry thought for a moment before he replied with all he could think of " it's a part of starting fresh. I miss people back home but I love it here too, everyone's nice "

" but doesn't it ever get lonely ?" Draco asked as he now walked right by Harry's side.

" sometimes but other times I just forget " harry shrugged looking forward before crossing the road.

" forget what ?" Draco asked as he ran to maintain his pace with harry.

" forget that I'm lonely. The best way to not get lonely is just not to think of being lonely " harry shrugged as he for a moment looked at Draco before he entered the dark Empty alley.

" is it easy ?" Draco asked as he stood before harry taking his hand for side along disapparation.

Harry gazed at draco, allowing the free sensation of holding his hand making him feel closer to home before he took a step forward towards draco.

" no "

And disapparated.

might turn into a series fiction. @drarrywords thanks for beta reading this..

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