Incredibly Late To The Game, As Usual, But Here's Some Harry Fanart... I Can Hardly Believe How Much

Incredibly late to the game, as usual, but here's some Harry fanart... I can hardly believe how much fun i had!

"(...) history will remember us."

– Red, White & Royal Blue

Draco: You know what your problem is? You’re really cute so no one ever tells you to shut the fuck up

Harry:

Draco:

Harry:

Draco:

Harry: You think I’m cute?

Draco: Shut the fuck up

@silver-de-vonne you make me the happiest 🥺

Shirts and hickeys

Dialogue prompt 9- “Why are you still here?” “Because I care about you asshole” 

"What even is rugby and why in the hell do I have to watch this?" Draco groans for the fifth time since he had came here.

"Its a muggle sport and you're here because Harry invited you to see, so would you stop being such an ass and actually pay attention. He's on the field." Ron rolled his eyes then rooted out for Harry.

Mid game, Ron had to leave because of an emergency at work while Draco was left alone to watch Harry get brutally beaten up by men frankly taller and much more bulkier than him. Draco was pissed to his bones that he himself wanted to drag Harry out of there and give him some brain because he sure was lacking some to have signed up for playing this game.

The ending of the game was the hardest to watch when Harry was bleeding to almost death and could barely stand up straight. Draco was practically sitting on air until the agony was finally over and he was helping Harry towards the corner.

"Are you absolutely mental?" He shrieked.

Harry, however, much to his dismay tried to pull off a smile, failed obviously, pissing Draco all the way more.

"You have not one little ounce of Brain in that place. Why would you ever want to play that deadly game? Ever?" He asked but he was rapidly casting healing charms unseen by the crowd.

"It-s fun," That was Harry's response that Draco didn't buy at all.

"Alright, I Just wanted to try it out. Also this guy at work I hated challenged me and said I couldn't play rugby and I wanted to prove that I could. But it's not even that big of a deal."

"Big of a deal, Harry? You are bleeding at like 39 different places of your body, your glasses are completely smashed, probably sure you have lost a tooth and your nose is broken and you say its not that big of a deal, What's the matter with you?" Draco snapped.

Harry pulled him beside him, forcing Draco to sit down next to him, "can you not yell at me in public?"

"Oh I'm sorry? Does it ruin your defaced reputation?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"We're going home." He announced.

"But there's another match-"

"I said, I'm taking you home and that's final." Draco sternly replied and Harry didn't have much say anymore.

Hours later of finally having covered almost every inch of Harry's body with bandages and Draco snapping every five minutes, they were finally done and about to have dinner when Harry did a mistake of trying to walk into the kitchen and help himself with a glass of water.

"Are you out of your head?" Draco yelled again.

Harry huffed, and then turned around, "Now, what did I do?"

"What did I tell you about not leaving your place?"

"I'm not baby Draco. I can take a glass of water for myself." Harry replied and continued fetching a glass of water when Draco interrupted his activity and took the glass in his own hand and then gave it to Harry.

"What difference did it make? I could've taken it myself." Harry said.

"Yes, but you're seriously injured, you need rest." Draco helped him back in the bedroom.

"I can take care of myself,-"

"No, you clearly can't." Draco cut him off.

"I can't take care of myself?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes at Draco.

"You can't. When your stupid head could indulge in games as dangerous as those then you obviously can't take care of yourself." Draco replied.

"Okay- I- I've had enough,-" Harry huffed.

"I'm not a goddamn baby, Draco. I can take care of myself. It was my choice to get into that game, you don't have to yell at me every five minutes to remind me that I made a mistake. A few broken bones that hurt in my body are a clear indication of my mistakes but I don't need you standing all over me, guarding me like I'm some terrorist. I don't need your 'I'm here for you all the time', or 'I'll get you a glass of water' or 'what did I tell you about not getting out of the bed'. I have been by myself for a long time and I can take care of my own so just please do me a favour and leave me the fuck alone." Harry snapped.

Draco was however offended and took a step back, "So you mean I'm bothering you? Me being there for you is bothering you?"

"Yes- yes, you're bothering me with your nagging, with your 'do you need anything' and everything else. You're bothering me so much that it's actually irritating. It's so fucking irritating."

Draco's jaw clenched at his words and he walked away, collecting his things, "If I'm bothering you so much, I'll leave- and don't worry I won't be back. I don’t even know why I even try to do anything for you when all you do is pull up your i’m better off without drama."

The door shut with a slam as he left and Harry as relieved as he was, he was also guilty of having stirred up a fight between the two of them and he thought that maybe Draco would come around soon, in a couple of hours but he didn't and it made Harry more guilty than he had been before.

But then he thought that he would maybe come around in a day or two but then he didn't and he didn't even after a week. This had hardly every happened in the course of their friendship. Of course, they’ve have had fights, they’ve had plenty of them but never had once they gone on complete silent fore than a week. It was unusual of Draco and Harry was starting to get worried that he might’ve overstepped this time and was making plans in his head how he might possibly work around a way of fixing things with Draco. 

It was not until a week later when he was wounding up his injuries from the match of rugby he had a day before when the doorbell rang and the moment he had opened it, Draco had walked in.

"Got yourself beaten up once again!" He Snapped.

“Not death- Just few injuries here and there, I’ll be fine.” 

“You’ll be fine? I can see your ill out bandage making you bleed under your shirt and you’re saying you’re fine. You’re far from fine.” he snapped again. 

Harry huffed, “So maybe one or two bandage is messed up but I’m fine otherwise. It’s all good-” 

“Its not all good. Can’t you see? I don’t understand why do you need to prove your point to that stupid guy from work, whoever he is that you can play a deadly sport when all you’re just getting beaten up by huge men. It’s an entirely sick idea and you’re stupid enough to keep continuing to do this. I’d had thought you would’ve stopped getting beaten to death but seems you haven’t-” 

"I’m not getting beaten to death-"

"Yes, yes you are. If that day I hadn’t dragged you out of there, you’d had been dead.” 

“No, I would not have been and would you just, stop with the yelling?” Harry sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly annoyed by Draco’s constant yelling. 

“I’ll stop when you stop doing this. Why the hell are you even playing it anymore? I thought you proved your point?” 

"Why the hell-? I already told you last time. It's because of the guy from work- whatever- Why are you here? Why are you still here? Thought I cleared that I didn't need you." Harry behind his assertive tone however was much more glad than he could express that Draco was here.

"Why am I here? Are you still out of your fucking mind? It's because I care about you, Asshole. It fucking hurts me seeing you getting beaten to death by 6'5, 200lbs giants and your stupid self keeps doing it purposely. It's like you want to be dead and apparently no one would care for you the way I would and you have no care for your own and someone have to take care of you so therefore me-why- why are you looking at me like that?" Draco's tone had suddenly toned down with astonishment.

Harry suddenly started to walk closer to Draco, asking him at the same time, "It hurts you?"

"Well- I mean- Yeah. It'd hurt anyone to see their friend beaten up you know," Draco stammered, taking his steps backward. 

"No one would care for me the way you would?" Harry asked stepping dangerously close to Draco who didn't had more steps of take backwards.

"I mean- I- You know- everyone takes care differently- and I-"

"You're so full of shit-" Harry mumbled.

But what happened next had completely taken Draco by surprise when he felt Harry kissing him against the door, with his hand fixated on the back of his waist to pull him closer and if Draco hadn't only waited his entire life for this, he would've been shocked but he had dreams about being pressed against the wall and being taken by the man he was just kissing and the real life kissing was so much more better than any one of them he had in his dreams. The rush of wanting to kiss Draco in Harry was something Draco had never felt in his dreams because this was real and because it was real, it felt so great. And he loved how ridiculously unexpectedly Harry tasted like mints, and the way his tongue was caressing his bottom lip enough to make it more yearning.

"Harry- we- we shouldn't-" Draco mumbled against his lips but he was leaning forward so he could still feel his lips over his own. A touch of linger because he was nowhere yet done kissing Harry but in the back of his mind, he didn’t want to sabotage his friendship with him. 

"Shut up and kiss me." Harry had said and Draco no longer tried to stop the kissing, instead he let Harry take advantage of pressing him more firmly against the door and kissing him more sloppily with hands in the hair and moans on the lips, with a need to want each other more in that moment that they had ever before. 

And they let it happen, they let themselves get mix in the moment of intimacy with drinks spilled, clothes on the floor and hickeys on the neck. 

REQUEST OPEN/ MASTERLIST

I know this isn't a good one, I'll cry because I know this isn't.

Rewrite our forever

I miss you too much sometimes. I shouldn't though because it's been over a year now.

Truth is, I love you and I'll always love you. I don't know how to define the love I have for you now.

I wish I wasn't in love with you but I might be because what we had was real and when it was over, when I wasn't by your side - that hurt.

Yeah, I deserve that because I hurt you just as much and it would be cruel if it didn't hurt me twice as hard as I hurt you.

We promised that what we had would be forever but truth is, forever is a story in itself and it's a story that you and I couldn't have.

But sometimes I wish we did.

The day we were over, that was hard but when I told you that I didn't love you - that was the hardest because it wasn't the truth.

Sometimes I wish I could rewrite our story.

Start over.

I wish I could turn back time and write a more better version of this, write a better end for you and I.

I wish we could rewrite our forever.

Together.

But we can't because some stories can't be rewritten.

Ours was a beautiful one.

I love you.

I do.