7 Stages Of Falling In Love With Harry Potter

7 stages of falling in love with Harry Potter

1. It came in waves and crashed when Draco realised that Harry was always more than his he had ever seemed and that there so much more to his smile, to his eyes, to his words, to his everything that nobody knew of and Draco was the only one learning them in secret passages of the school. Learning that Harry liked saving others not because he was always labelled as the saviour or because liked saving but because he wished someone had saved him or his parents or his closed ones, he saved because he knew the pain of losing, the pain in letting go and the welcoming regret. Draco knew then in those hallways and secret visits in the libraries that Harry had always been more than just a muse to a song, he had always been the thin cloud's a child is amused to see but protective of the dangerously beaming sunlight.

2. It was in the ways of knowing the exact look on Harry's face when he didn't understand something during class, something that was in between a scrunch and a frown and knowing the look of victory that formed on his face after minutes when he'd finally understand what had been said before. It was in knowing what the different looks on Harry's face meant. He had curated a special look for every occasion and even a special look for when Draco would walk towards him and a different look when they'd finally hug.

3. It was in knowing that Harry tasted so much of apples for odd reasons, maybe it was because of his toothpaste or the apple pies he hate in the morning but he always tasted like apples when they'd Kiss and Harry would linger the kiss for a little longer because he knew Draco liked it.

4. The way his lips would turn into a smile when he'd be watching Draco with such fondness that he thought Draco wasn't aware of but he had always enjoyed knowing the way Harry looked at him when he thought Draco wasn't looking, a look that had so much admiration, a look with so much fondness, a look that said ' how did I get so lucky ' but Draco knew better to never to break his gaze of fondness because he knew Harry liked watching Draco when he wasn't looking, like he was storing Draco away in a collection of Memories.

5. It was in seeing Harry in a way nobody had ever known when he would intently be listening to someone's life or would be nothing more than a therapist friend and how he'd crumble so easily with their pain and help them in picking up their pieces. It was in those moments Draco would wonder so much about how someone who had been through so much could still have so much to give, like there wasn't ever enough love Harry delivered but just knowing that Harry placed everyone before him in a selfless act of loving made Draco love him so much more than he had ever imagined.

6. It was in running around trees in forbidden forest or running in circles around Black lake or the midnight session of quidditch when Draco would love Harry in a different way. In the day he loved Harry in a way that he's my sweet boyfriend but when pressed against the trees and kissing for so much longer than would've been suggested by the romance book in libraries, he would think to himself how lucky he had been to find some such a person like Harry, he was paradise in hell and Draco loved every bit of it as Long as it lasted. He was his walking hell and heaven.

7. It was in loving Harry in a way knowing they'd made it through everything, the war, the differences, the fights, the judgements, the rivalries, the abundance of hatred, they had made it through and would relax in a couch they had customised made. Draco would place his legs over that of Harry and sigh in relief and then just hear Harry as he'd read an interesting corner from the witch weekly magazine About a new potions discovery. It was in those moments Draco wondered how long had he even known Harry was the one he wanted to spend a forever with, but then it didn't matter as Long as they had made it through everything and were finally in a house of their own with their name's and Love that was just their own.

An alternative version to - 7 stages of falling in love with Draco Malfoy

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For a second I had 0 inspiration and then this hit me. For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: pumpkin.

"Sweetie?"

"I'm not candy."

"Darling?"

"No thank you."

"Baby?"

"I'm an adult man, Potter."

"Oh, I know you are."

"Don't be crude."

"Sorry, pumpkin."

"Oh, definitely not pumpkin."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not a gourd!"

"Well your face turns all orange when you're mad and—ouch!"

"Call me pumpkin one more time and I'll carve you like one."

"Okay, okay, noted."

"Just stop trying, Harry. It's nice of you, but nicknames have never really done it for me."

"What about love?"

"...What?"

"What about love? Can I call you love?"

"But that would imply—"

"Yeah."

"Do you—"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Really?"

"Yes, Harry."

"Good."

...

"Harry?"

"Yes, love?"

...

"Draco?"

"Nothing, I just...Me too."

"I know, love. I know."

7 Stages of falling in love with Draco malfoy

1. Its in the ways he walks past you with his white shirt neatly tucked in with a soft blue half sweater, his collars out with a soft pearl necklace giving him a soft touch of summer and winter and autumn all at the same time, like he’s a walking season only you don’t know which. The way his face shines softly in the basking sun but the power he hold as he walk past with his shoes clinking against the ground that everyone would themselves make a room for him to walk past. How can someone so beautiful like a flower hold so much power, but then again he’s not just anybody, he’s “ The Draco Lucius Malfoy “ 

2. Its in the ways that he sneaked glances at Harry between classes that would make him lose his balance and almost fall off the chair. And it was in the ways that he’d meet Harry outside classroom in a secret hallway where no one passed by and softly kiss behind Harry’s ear muttering a have a nice day before they’d walk away again as if nothing ever happened. 

3. The look on his face that harry wishes he could live forever with when they’d sit for the bonfire night in the outside garden with someone playing a soft instrumental and Draco would allow himself to flow in the tune and hum along the song if he knew it. It was then when he wasn’t as powerful as he was in the day, he was soft, he was beautiful, he was gorgeous, he was pretty, he was breathtaking, he was everything and it would make Harry wonder how did he get this lucky to kiss that smile in the night before they walked to separate room or when they’d sneak in the morning to meet before class and they would mutter sweet things and kiss so softly. 

4. It was pure wonder when someone as powerful like him would walk to Harry with slumped shoulders and a fake smile plastered as he’d walk by people but would immediately vanish when Harry would open his arms and he’d just crumble in his touch, like he melted right there and then like, ice on heat, all his coldness, his power, his stealth lost in a soft whimpers wishing he had a better day or wishing that it was all just a little bit easier. It was then when Harry would love him the dearest because there was no one who could be him, so strong yet so fragile. 

5. When Draco would fall asleep in Harry’s arm while creating their own constellations in the coldness of the night, snuggled deeply into Harry’s sweater he was wearing, it was then when Harry would hold onto him tightly, kiss his forehead, play with his hair for a while and wonder so many things about Draco and nothing at all at the same time and just admire him in his sleep and when Harry too would sleep in his arm, he would dream of a time when he would live in the same apartment making dishes together and wondering which frame looks better on which wall. It was the stage where he knew he loved Draco more than anyone else. 

6. The love that resonated in the abandoned hallways, forbidden forest, secret hallways, room of requirement when Draco would kiss Harry after having saving it up for the entire day, like when the heaven meets the sky or the sea meets the shore. The kiss would be seen by the walls and moans would be heard by them too but maybe one day there would live a tale where they’d say “ two boys kissed here and promised a forever “. It was Draco who would cardinally push Harry against the wall sharply because that was their paradise and if heaven didn’t accept them, hell probably will. 

7. The last stage of falling for Draco Malfoy was loving him more than breathing. Loving him till they made it to the vows and a small treehouse in the house they bought with a mailbox with their hand prints that said ‘Potter and Malfoys’, loving him till all the flour was used up in crazy food fight instead of making pancakes together, loving him till his breath gave out, loving him unconditionally. Loving Draco more than air itself. 

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