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New beginnings

Word 4: great hall

'meet me in the great hall at midnight. <3. DM.'

Harry unfolded up the note, checking the timing once again before keeping it back in the pocket. He sneaked past the only few students in the common room and past the gates and approached the Great Hall.

Honestly, Harry had absolutely no idea why Draco called him, after hours especially at midnight when they literally met in the afternoon after Potions. It seemed sort of weird but Harry wasn't placing any bets on anything, to think of it, Draco has been acting a little weird lately anyways and upon asking, he's never said anything, so maybe tonight would be just that.

He walked past empty corridors and finally opened the doors of the Great Hall softly and shut it behind him.

"Draco?" Harry called out.

The Hall was still lit up so he could see around the place at once but Draco was nowhere in sight until the door opened again and he saw Draco walk in.

"Sorry, I'm late. You didn't have to wait for long? Did you?" Draco asked but Harry shook his head.

"What are we doing here? It's way past hours." Harry said with some hand motions.

Draco sighed then continued, "Okay, you know how you've been suspicious that I've been hiding something from you lately or been acting weird?"

"Yeah, it's pretty evident because you walked into the classroom without your robe on and then ran right out to get when you actually never forget wearing the robes because you pretend to be all cool by not choosing to wear the school sweater but you know-"

"Yeah, yeah I get your point." Draco cut him off.

"Get to the point." Harry insisted, shivering a little bit.

"You're cold?" Draco asked but before Harry could answer, he cast a warming spell and Harry's shivering almost went away immediately.

"Draco- why are we here?" Harry asked again.

"You know how you mentioned the other day that you never had a chance to decorate a Christmas tree because your holidays were always far from normal before the war and then you said you've never seen anyone actually decorating the Great Hall tree and you wondered who did it, it's the house elves by the way but this year- we get to do it." Draco explained.

Harry frowned, "You mean students?"

Draco shook his head with a sigh, "No, you and me."

"Why?" Harry asked almost confused.

Draco took a step closer and took Harry's hand's in his own, "because you won't admit it but you hate that you've missed out on the normal parts of celebrations. You've never had a good childhood and you know it and you've always dealt with one thing or the another. You've missed out on being able to enjoy the parts of actually doing thing's before days of Christmas and I see it in you when you say you've never actually heard a choir singing Carol's in front of you or been drunk at a party or just having a fun time watching a Christmas movie or something and Harry, if I could give you one chance at trying to remotely feel what it's like to be in Christmas feels, I'd do anything for it, for you,"

Harry took his words in for a long moment before he smiled at Draco, "You saying all of this and understanding everything means everything to me, Draco. Your gesture is enough you know-"

"No, but we're decorating this tree our own way. We have no choice."

"Why do we have no choice?"

"I quite literally begged the house elves to let us do it. They apparently like doing this but I suppose you can say I bribed all of them with something or the other, so now they've all settled into not decorating it. So, basically we have to do it, whether we want it or not because I'd rather not be killed by a bunch of house elves." Draco explained very monotonously that it made Harry laugh.

"They're not very easy to bribe you know." Draco added.

Harry nodded and kissed Draco's cheek, "You're the most adorable person I know."

"Harry Potter, I'm not adorable. Please, no." Draco pulled off his fake offended look to which Harry rolled his eyes fondly and kissed Draco on the lips.

"You're still adorable." Harry said after the kiss.

"Fine, but only because you call me that." Draco caved in unable to control his blush.

Harry smiled at him then said, "So, shall we decorate the tree?"

Draco nodded.

And they spent an hour there decorating the Christmas tree, all the while Draco putting away thing's Harry was hanging because "it didn't match the aesthetic" and Harry hanging it up regardless but they liked doing it together. They liked the idea of being alone after hours and doing something that was actually fun and somewhat beautiful but most of all, they were doing something Harry missed out on so many years and it was a start of a new beginning. New beginnings they got to make on their own and being able to start those new beginnings with each other was the best part of all of it.

When they were finally done, they stood hand in hand a few feet away from the tree and looked at their work with smiles all over their faces.

"This is actually pretty good." Draco finally said turning to Harry who was already looking at Draco.

"What?" Draco asked.

Harry shook his head, "Just looking at you."

"why?"

"Because you're the only person who's given this all that much thought and I can't believe that I get to love you everyday. I'm just so lucky." Harry smiled.

Draco smiled at Harry then turned to face him, "I'm the lucky one. What you've done and what you do, it's incredible, Harry. If anyone's the lucky one, it's me. This is the smallest thing I could've ever done." He said as he kissed his forehead softly.

Harry embraced Draco in a hug after that, cuddling into him, "I still loved it. Thank you, Draco."

Draco kissed the top of Harry's head again and said, "Anything for you, Harry. You deserve the world."

I have no idea what I was going for but this is it 😭

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Started with a muffin

Word 5: Concert

Harry and Ron were walking hurriedly to their last lecture of the day, not wanting to miss another one of them because of the Quidditch practice or they'll hardly make it through the year.

"Have you thought about those tickets you got?" Ron asked in between the conversation.

Harry shook his head, "I was thinking I could skip going to the concert. Just stay in or something."

Ron shook his head almost rigorously, "You've been inside for far too long, I think you should really take this opportunity to go out and have some fun, you know. It's about time you did."

Harry thought about it and he knew Ron was right but he couldn't find it in himself to go. He was deeply unmotivated and to say somewhat even depressed to go to such a happening place but maybe somewhere it won't be so bad so he simply nodded and said he'll think about it.

It went through the whole day after that, Harry not thinking about the tickets all that much until he was walking out of the kitchen and ran into Draco.

"Potter." Draco nodded his head, Harry did the same acknowledging him.

"You should try their blueberry muffin, they're to die for." Draco suggested pointing at the muffin Harry had in his hand.

Harry looked at his muffin then nodded, "Next time when Hermione forces me to study in the library all night long, I'll bring your muffin so there would be something else killing me." But the moment Harry said it, he was worried Draco might take his humour otherwise but to his surprise Draco smiled.

"Good one." Draco said.

Harry smiled back at him, "my source of inspiration." He said as he lifted the muffin in his hand.

Draco chuckled at that, "It must be awful if that's the source of inspiration."

"Hey, you just said you liked my joke." Harry playfully whined.

"it's not the joke. It's the source of inspiration. It's awfully dry." Draco tried.

Harry smiled seeing how that one worked then there was silence for a moment until Draco spoke up,

"I heard you got those concert tickets as a secret santa gift."

"Oh, yeah.. I'll probably pass on that." Harry shrugged.

Draco frowned, "The band is not that awful, you know. They're very low-key so there's not much crowd. If I were you, I'd definitely go just to make a joke over how I can't play guitar because my fingers are too precious."

Harry almost laughed at that but then the school bell rung. It was 10 in the night and they just crossed their curfew.

"Anyways, though. You enjoy your muffin, I'll go." Draco bid his bye after that and started walking away but Harry remained there standing and realised that in all the conversations he's had with people, this one he could really enjoy if he knew Draco well enough, he even liked this one.

So, he acted in impulse.

"Draco, wait." Harry said aloud. Draco turned around.

"I have two tickets, do you want to come with?" He asked.

Draco stood there for a moment then smiled and nodded, "I'll be there, Potter."

"Harry." He corrected.

Draco smiled again, "I'll be there, Harry."

"I'd like that." Harry smiled back and then Draco walked away.

Harry went to bed thinking about Draco's smile.

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Want to decorate Christmas tree together?

Word 6: waffles

This idea came from the most random conversation so here we are.

As soon as the bell rang, Draco hurriedly answered the door although he was pretty sure it was too early for anything and he didn't have anything to be delivered at the place but he went anyway.

He opened the door to a man holding a sheet of paper, "Yes?"

"Delivery for Draco Malfoy?"

"That's me but I didn't order anything." Draco frowned.

"It's a parcel." The man said and handed Draco the sheet of paper to sign it.

"What is it?" Draco asked as he stepped more outside the door to notice almost a 5 feet tall Christmas tree standing erect.

"Do you know who might've sent it?" Draco asked but the man shook his head.

Draco signed the paper and the man's co-workers took the tree inside and placed it where Draco asked them to.

"This came with it." One of the co-worker said as he handed him a small piece of card.

As all of them left, Draco finally opened the small card and immediately recognised the handwriting and smiled.

He took out his phone from his pocket and dialled the number.

"Morning." Draco immediately greeted as he picked up the call on the other end.

"You sound too chirpy for me in the morning." Harry said but Draco could still recognise the smile behind the call.

"It's 9 am, why are you still sleeping?" Draco asked as he looked at the tree endearingly.

"Because it's a Saturday, Draco. But I'm up now." Harry said as Draco heard some shuffling on the other end.

"I got your parcel today. When were you planning on telling me that you bought me a 5 feet tall Christmas tree?" Draco asked.

Harry sighed on the other end, "You said you didn't have time to buy the Christmas tree with everything going around and how the shops are too far away. I just wanted you to be able to decorate the tree on Christmas and since we can't be together, it's hard enough."

"Yes but it's only one Christmas. I could've bought a small one for me."

“Yes but I bought it for you now.” Harry said. 

Draco smiled, “You’re a menace, Harry Potter.” 

“Yes, I know but now tell me do you want to decorate it together?” Harry asked.

“We’re in different places, Harry. How are we ever supposed to do it together?” Draco asked confused. 

“We have internet, Draco, we can always do video call.” 

“You know I suck at muggle technology.” Draco remarked. 

“Well, we can do a call and stay on it while we decorate it together and then send each other pictures.” Harry suggested. 

Draco thought about it for a moment, it didn’t actually make sense to do it together, the process of decorating it while on the call seemed like a time consuming idea even. 

“What would we get out of decorating it together?” Draco frowned.

“That we get to decorate it together? Come on, do you want to or not?” Harry asked. 

Draco was still confused but then there was something in Harry’s offer that made him want to do it together, so he agreed. 

They both agreed to call in the evening after they had done all their work, chores and when nobody would disturb them so they would just be with each other. So, when the evening came they did just that, they started decorating the tree together on a call with wired earphones plugged in to their phones. 

Draco had thought it would be almost odd but they slipped briskly into conversations. Harry kept asking random questions like if the cat ornament would look better next to the dog ornament or licorice ornament which made Draco wonder what the hell Harry was doing but at the same time it was all very amusing. He told Harry about his family traditions and how they used to celebrate christmas together and about how every year he would bake cake with his mum as a Christmas ritual but can't this year because his parents' are arriving late this year while Harry told him about his Christmases especially the ones he spent at the burrow. They also got around talking about how things are going and somehow some old school talks and they both realised how funny it was when Draco used to try to get Harry’s attention. They laughed off most of the call but it was just a beautiful bubble moment Draco never wanted to get out of. Towards the end of decorating, Harry started complaining about how Marco, his dog was eating the Christmas balls which had Draco laughing all the more and then making fun of Marco. 

When it was finally done, Draco clicked the picture of his Christmas tree and sent it to Harry and Harry in return sent two pictures, one of his Christmas tree and the other one of Marco chewing off the Christmas ball which made him smile. 

Draco was looking at both the Christmas trees and then he realised, 

“I’ve never decorated a Christmas tree with anyone before.” 

“Really? What about your Mum and Dad at the Manor?” 

“Nope. They were mostly busy with Christmas invites or holding a Christmas ball and I didn’t even use to decorate the main hall tree even, just the small one in my bedroom hallway.” 

“Well.. now you’ve decorated it with someone, how does it feel?”

Draco thought about it for a moment, then looked at his tree and finally said it, 

“Like I want to celebrate the rest of them with you,”  

There was a pause after that. Harry didn’t say anything so Draco went on, 

“I didn’t think about it before but I want to and I know we haven’t been dating all that long but you know the moment when you just know-”

“Draco, I love you.” 

There was a pause again and Draco continued again,

“I-I never knew I wanted to decorate it with you. I didn’t even know it was a romantic gesture till now but Harry- nobody would ever do this for me, send me a Christmas tree, ask me to decorate it with him- I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you, too, Harry. Merlin, it feels so good to finally say it out loud.” Draco and Harry both chuckled at their ends. 

“I want to decorate all of my mine with you too, Draco.” Harry finally said and Draco smiled. 

“Do you want to bake cake together as well?” Harry asked after a while.

Draco grinned on his side, "Absolutely. Tomorrow at 5?"

"Done."

In that moment, he realised he's found it, he's found the one man he had been looking his whole life for and he’s never finding anyone better. Ever. He didn't need to find anymore, it was him. It was Harry. All along.

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Come away with me

Word 7: Car 

“On today’s special we have George Marwin here to talk about the collapsing econo-"

Draco switched the channel. It made the buzz sound for a while before it finally landed up on a station and the song played out on its own.

It was, Come away with me by Norah Jones.

Draco reached the radio to change the station again but his fingers stopped him before he could actually change it.. Today he decided he won't change. Not today.

"Can we just put on some songs?" Harry practically whined as he became all the more restless with the journey.

Draco huffed and turned on the radio and Come away with me started playing and he was about to change it but Harry shoved his hand away.

"Let it play. It's a beautiful song. Come away with me and I will write you a song." Harry sang.

Draco turned his head to see Harry singing with such an off tune but singing with so much passion and rolling the windows down that made his hair a mess because of the breeze.

He kept looking at Harry as he noticed the colour of his eyes in the drowning sun from far off the road and how the sun reflected on his face. If Draco had to use one word for how he looked it would be, exquisite but he looked so much more than that, he looked somber, like a canvas painted in all your favourite and beautiful colours. He looked so beautiful that Draco wondered how did he not look at Harry more often.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry asked as he noticed Draco still looking at him more than the road.

"what way?" Draco asked.

"Like- just like- you've never seen it before." Harry said but he knew the words he was actually trying to phrase were that he had never seen someone as beautiful but he didn't say it, just yet.

"I've just never realised how beautiful you really are." Draco admitted.

Harry visibly blushed. He doesn't understand how Draco still has that fluttering effect on him but he still does and whenever it happens, he can't stop smiling.

Draco added when he noticed Harry trying to fight off a smile, "You're beautiful when you smile. I love your smile."

Harry blushed even more then turned his head away and buried it in his hands while Draco chuckled at him.

"Why did you have to actually admit it? You never compliment me." Harry groaned again.

Draco smiled, "Just because I don't say it often doesn't mean I don't feel it, that I don't think you're beautiful. I actually believe you're the most beautiful person I've ever met."

"You'll kill me. Stop. Go back to being the Draco who says I look like a mess and that I wear ridiculous clothes."

Draco laughed. He brought his hand closer to Harry's face and made him look at him.

"Sometimes it's just fun to see you this flustered. Look at you, blushing till you can't stop."

"Ugh, Draco- I hate you." Harry turned away groaning.

Draco still laughed, "I love you, too."

But in a few minutes Harry told him he loved him too and that Draco was a stupid ass who looked beautiful too.

As he made it through the song, he didn't realise the tears that had slipped down his cheeks until he saw himself in the rear view mirror of his car. He wiped away the tears from the back of his sleeves and changed the channel again.

It wasn't the same anymore. This song wasn't the same anymore because he no longer heard it with Harry. He had not even heard that song in months because he knew it reminded him of Harry and he was trying to cut off from everything that reminded him of Harry but he has been trying so hard for the last few months. He has done an incredible job at holding back his tears, at holding back his feelings, at holding back his ache. All of it he pushed behind a door but today it slipped past that door and he couldn't stop crying.

He pulled over to the side of the road and rested his head against the steering, his heart heavy and his throat constraining him. He stayed there a long time reminiscing over the lost love that would never return until he stopped crying and looked at himself. He finally wiped away all the tears, he built up his walls again, he turned off the radio and drove off like all of that never happened at all.

But it happened and it hurt him but sometimes things don't work out the way we want it to and Draco was a victim of a love story that was never meant to last.

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Weasley Christmas

Word 8: The Weasley burrow

"You're up early, Harry." Ginny said as Harry came down from the stairs.

"Yeah. Habit recently, I guess." He replied as he entered the kitchen where she was and sat down on one of the chairs.

"Coffee?" Ginny asked and Harry nodded.

"Why are you up so early?" Harry asked as he took the cup of coffee from her and thanked her.

She shrugged, "Habit I guess."

Harry nodded and took a sip from his coffee.

"You're missing Draco, right? That's why you can't sleep." Ginny said after a while.

Harry groaned and propped his chin on the table, "Is it that obvious?"

Ginny laughed a little and nodded, "Very, but I don't blame you. It's okay if you miss him and if you can't sleep around without him. It's a sweet thing."

"Yeah but I should be able to. It's been days." Harry groaned.

Ginny smiled at him then playfully ruffled his hair, "You're too much in love, Harry."

"I know." He muffled as he put his hand in his face.

"I really miss him, Ginny and it hurts here." He said pointing to his chest, "and the fact I won't be able to spend Christmas with him, it's just so sad."

Ginny smiled down at him and sat down next to him, "You love him too much, Harry but do you know how lucky you are to have found this? Most people don't find this unconditional love. If not this Christmas, I'm sure you'll spend many more with him and those would compensate for this year and it's so sweet to see you get upset about it but it'll be fine, Harry. You'll be able to sleep at night."

Harry obviously knew she meant the last part as a joke but he wishes it to be be true.

"I hope it gets better than this."

"Want to help with shopping, bake cookies and cake to keep your mind off it?" Ginny asked finally after a while.

Harry thought about it for a moment but then he realised distracting himself was a much better option than sitting and thinking about Draco's absence.

So, throughout the day, they went shopping, bought small gifts, wines, food and what not for the burrow and when they came back they baked cookies and cake and all of this took all day so by the time they were finally done with all of it, it was past 7 in the evening and everyone was getting ready to watch Christmas movie in the living room when then bell rung and Ginny asked Harry to answer the door.

Harry distracted, went and opened the door and for a moment he didn't really believe what he saw until Ginny fazed him back into reality by pushing him towards Draco and practically forcing him to hug Draco.

"You-" Harry muffled as he got embraced in the hug and his voice choked him.

"But you said you won't be back until after New year?" Harry asked as they broke out of the hug.

"Yeah but then Ginny called and I- I just knew I had to come back for Christmas." Draco smiled.

"Thank me later." Ginny sang behind Harry.

Harry couldn't believe himself still and hugged Draco again, "I just- I cannot tell you how happy I am to see you here now. I missed you so much, Draco."

Draco rubbed Harry's back and said, "I'vs missed you, too. I honestly can't survive a day without you either, Harry." He pushed Harry a little behind so he could look at his face and continued, "Harry, I swear I meant it when I said I want to spend all my Christmases with you and all my new years and everything but I did not hold upto my words. I can't do that Harry. I don't want to make promises I can't keep, you mean too much to me and I just can't believe I was going to let some stupid boss dictate me into staying at some place. Nothing is more important than you, Harry. Nothing is more important than my love."

Harry almost tore up and kissed Draco on his lips, gently yet with a stern desire maybe because of not having done it in a while but the urgency to kiss Draco said more than just a kiss, it was all the promises, all the tears, all the happiness he shared with Draco. It was his emotions, it was his feelings, it was his utmost happiness that Draco came, for him.

"Get a room." Ron yelled from behind and they broke apart laughing in each other's embrace.

"Want to celebrate Christmas Weasley style?" Harry asked Draco.

"I'd be glad to." Draco smiled at Harry.

And they did just that. They celebrated Christmas Weasley style and there was no Christmas better than this.

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Not His Saviour

(I honestly have no idea what I've written, it's open to interpretation. I won't even mind if this doesn't get notes at all)

Word 10: Champagne

Draco leaned against the bar, his hand propped behind on the counter, his left leg crossed over his right and drink in another hand.

Classic Draco Malfoy move.

He very strictly abode by staying away from all the gossip, from all the talks, from crowd, in his own company with a fine glass of champagne.

He wasn't being cocky, no, far from that, he just liked his own peace a lot but it was true the more intimidating he looked, the lesser people would approach him and the lesser they could hear the quiver in his voice he was trying to hold back. The lesser they'd figure out the sadness in his voice. He was afraid someone would talk to him and they'd figure out just how sad he was and Draco lived by pretending all his life that he was fine, except today he wasn't being good at pretending all that much.

He made it fine through the evening, almost all of it even until exactly that one person came to him he wasn't wishing to meet with.

"Came alone?" Harru asked.

Draco didn't answer. He didn't think he should have.

"I see, you're ignoring that I exist even when I'm right next to you. You can pretend to the whole world you're fine but not me. I know something is bothering you." Harry said almost too conveniently. No, no, he was not supposed to say anything like that. He was not.

Draco took another sip of his drink, "Thought you had a more happening evening."

"I did."

"Then I wouldn't want to intrude in your evening." Draco bit.

"I came to you, Draco."

"I don't need your pity, Harry. I never needed it." Draco turned hastily to Harry to find him looking at Draco.

"I'm not offering you pity-"

"Yes, that's exactly what you're doing. You've abandoned your evening, people, everyone and everything just to come here and wash it all over my face that you pity me." Draco snapped but In a low tone to not gather attention.

"I don't get you, Draco," Harry was almost irritated, "Why would you ever think I'm offering you pity- or sympathy? I care about you that's why I came here. I want to make amends with you. I want to fix it okay. If I'm the reason you're hurt, allow me to fix it."

"I don't need to be fixed, okay. I don't need your whatever it is. I don't need your amends. What's done is done, Harry. The damage exists and it's very clear, that night changed everything and it would never change. And it's funny how you think my world revolves around you, that everything in my life is related to you, that if I'm sad it can only be because of you. You're not my everything. You can't change what happened and I certainly don't want to. But you can't fix me, I'm not yours to fix. You're not my saviour, Harry." Draco finally turned to Harry and picked his coat from the stool beside him and kept the glass back on the counter.

"And things don't get fixed over a glass of champagne." And he left.

Whatever it was, he took it away with him. He took his sadness, he took his anger at Harry, he took everything he came with and he never turned around, not even once because sometimes when somebody breaks your heart, no matter how many amends they might want to make, no matter how much they must've loved you once, no matter how much they say they want to fix it all, no matter how much they say that if they could take it all back they would, sometimes they don't get fixed. Sometimes when things break, they're broken forever and nothing can ever fix it.

Draco didn't turn around even when Harry looked at him desperately, hoping Draco would stop and give him one last look but he didn't, especially then when Harry wanted him to turn around the most, he didn't turn around.

He just walked away and never came back.

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City of love

Word 13: Paris

It was not a promise. He never made any. He wasn't a man of promises but he was a man of absolute romantics. He was a hopeless romantic who fell in love in the softest, purest way possible.

It came up in a conversation a year ago when they were sat in the Cafe Blues right about during the first few weeks into dating when Harry had asked for a very simple, curios question, "If there was one place out of the whole world where by choice you could fall in love at, what place would it be?"

"Paris." Draco responded without hesitation, without a momentary lapse as if he had the answer right over his lips.

"Why?"

"It's just beautiful out there. I know it's overrated but it's just it. There's nothing more beautiful about falling in love in Paris, in the city of love and to have someone fall in love with you there. To walk by the river seine and to be in love with someone, it's wonderful. I'd do anything to have the opportunity to meet someone there and fall in love unfortunately though, I've never been to Paris, so naturally I haven't fallen in love there. It's sort of like an unfulfilled dream." Draco smiled softly after that in lost dreams.

It was in that moment Harry took a mental note and chose to remember it forever.

This year by December they were still together and they had both taken off from their works and fled off to Paris, the city of love itself.

It was on the last day of their trip when he took his moment while they were finally walking over the bridge of River Seine, Pont Des Arts with snowfall upon their heads. He stopped Draco for a moment and said,

"Do you remember what you said about Paris last year?"

Draco chuckled and shrugged, "I say a lot of things, Harry and then I forget them."

Harry smiled and shook his head, "Well, you may have forgotten but I remember it. I asked you that day what place you would choose to fall in love at and you said Paris without hesitation and then you went on about how Paris is the city of love and falling in love in Paris has its own beauty."

Draco nodded, still smiling, "I also said unfortunately that has never happened."

"Yes. I thought about it a lot over the year but we're here today. I'm trying to say I've loved you, Draco and this may not be your moment. It's not your dream we're living but we're in Paris and we're in love. We've made promises of love here and while it may not be the same, we're here tonight and we're on the bridge of Seine. You're beautiful and kind and wonderful and this amazing person that I fall in love with everyday, every single day, every moment of everyday so even tonight I'm falling in love with you. I fall for you so much that I fear there's no return but Draco, falling in love with you everyday feels like a day in Paris, the city of love because you are my city of love. You are my Paris and I've waited so long, the perfect moment to tell you but I needed you to know this."

Draco stared at Harry for a few moments that Harry was almost scared he said something wrong or that he misread the whole situation but then Draco broke into a smile and pulled his hand out of his pocket and hugged Harry, right on that bridge.

"You are it, Harry. You're all I've ever wanted, all I've ever looked for."

"What do you mean?"

Draco smiled, "It's not about falling in love in Paris, it's the person who makes it beautiful and you make loving beautiful. Yes, a year ago I wanted to experience falling in love in Paris but today I have experienced it but In a different way because I'm in love with you, I have been and it's even more beautiful than Paris. You are the one I've looked my whole life for. You are the reason falling is beautiful, you are the reason why Paris is beautiful, Harry. You are it."

Harry's eyes glimmered with small tears that he wiped away while Draco pulled him closer and rested his head against Harry's. Slowly and cautiously, Draco leaned in and kissed Harry on the lips, sweet and soft with passion. It was beautiful in itself to kiss someone you love, someone your heart races for, someone who makes love the most beautiful feeling in the world.

It was then that they realised that was it. This moment was falling in love in Paris. It was this moment where love was finally more beautiful than the city of love itself.

I don't know where I was going with this 😶

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Lighthouse

Word 14: blackout

Harry turned off the ignition of the car, rolling the windows back up and turning off the music and turned to Teddy.

"Shall we?" He smiled at the little boy.

The little boy nodded and they both got out of the car and Harry instantly started unraveling the bag they bought with them.

"What's that, Harry?" Teddy pointed out to the far off light coming from the other end of the shore.

Harry looked up and turned to Teddy once again, "That's a lighthouse."

"What does it do?" Teddy asked curiously.

Harry thought about it for a moment then replied, "It guides you home."

Teddy stared at the lighthouse curiously then looked at Harry again, "How does it guide us home?"

"when we go on long journeys on water especially at night, it emits light and we follow it to come back home. Say one day, you go on a sea trip and you're lost and you can't find a way to come back home and you see that, you know then exactly that you're closer to home than you were before." Harry explained.

Teddy stared at the lighthouse once more before he turned to Harry, "So, you're saying if this lighthouse is not there, we cannot come back home?"

"Maybe but it'll take longer for us to reach home."

Teddy nodded.

"Harry-"

"You ask a lot of questions, Teddy." Harry chuckled.

Teddy shrugged, "I'm curious."

Harry smiled at the little boy and picked him up in his arms and sat him over the hood of his car. He bought the bag along with him and sat down over the hood himself.

"Ask away." Harry said.

"Why did my parents leave, Harry?"

Harry turned to look at Teddy, almost shook at the sudden question.

"What do you mean leave?"

"Arthur said this in class the other day that my parents left me but you said that they didn't leave me, that they're always here but I know they're not here, Harry. Why did they leave?" Teddy asked.

Harry was almost saddened by the fact that he saw a little of himself in Teddy. He never wanted Teddy to have that childhood he had, he never wanted him to feel an empty presence but Harry always knew no one could take away that position of parents and Teddy was always going to feel some sort of emptiness, Harry just wished he didn't.

"The world, Teddy, has its good and its bad sides. Your parents didn't leave you, they were in fact the strongest, bravest, most courageous people I ever knew but they died protecting the world. They just had to go away because sometimes some sacrifices had to be made and your parents being the bravest, sacrificed themselves. Your father told me one day you'll ask this question and the world would tell you they died for something so big and you'll be just as proud of them as they were of you." Harry explained.

Teddy looked at Harry with what was only respect and awe.

"They were proud of me?"

"More than you could ever know."

"But they're always here," Harry said pointing to his chest, "Right here and they'll never go anywhere. They're your lighthouse, Teddy and they will always guide you home."

Teddy smiled, "They're my lighthouse."

Harry smiled and nodded.

"Blackout makes it all beautiful, right?"

"It does." Harry said.

It was after a while he laid back against the hood of the car and Teddy did the same that Teddy asked while staring up at the stars.

"Michelle said when people die, they go up in the stars, do you think our parents are there, looking down at us right now?"

Harry nodded, "I think they are."

Teddy asked again after a while, "Who's your lighthouse, Harry?"

Harry shrugged, "My lighthouse left, Teddy."

"To where?"

"To find his lighthouse."

"I can be your lighthouse." Teddy suggested.

Harry's eyes brimmed with tears as he turned his head to Teddy and gave him a forehead kiss, "You'll be my only lighthouse from how on, Teddy."

One that would never go anywhere.

Sad hurt/comfort, just take it😭.

My absence had three reasons, one, I had to go away because of my sem end exams, second, as soon as my exams ended, I came down with a bad fever (I'm okay now) and three, the writers block hit pretty hard but I'm here now and I'll try to write more this time, I'm really sorry about it whatsoever. Also a belated happy new year to everyone, may y'all have a good one<3.

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Bigger than the universe

(Dedicated to the memories on the swings)

Truth be told, at the end of the day it's just about memories, your favourite memories, your favourite person...

It had been a while, or maybe saying it a while would be an understatement, it has been a long time since Harry saw him, heard from him or even heard about him. 7 months. He spent 7 months without him but every hour thinking about him but the truth was he was doing better, at least a little better. After a long time Harry was able to wake up without the clenching pain in his chest. He was finally able to sleep at night. He was finally able to make it through the day without having to fake a smile. Those memories he beheld they didn't haunt the same way anymore, he was coming to terms with them. He was finally getting better, he was finally a little okay.

He was doing all fine until he took the train that evening. Who knew one little glimpse would shatter his universe again?

Like every passenger on the train, he had his headphones plugged in, something to keep him busy, something that would occupy his head, run away from what life was until the train rashly stopped and started again, startling everyone. This was a usual thing and Harry didn't really think much about it and continued with his own world. That was until his eyes fell upon the Blonde head at the other end of the busy compartment.

Harry immediately frowned and unknowingly, without motive or reason tried making his way towards the one he thought was. Little by little he realised he was getting impatient to see who he thought it was, he was almost sure it was him. The more he approached him, the more the train approached the station and before he knew it, that man was off the train and Harry ran with all his might to follow who was off the train.

He moved fast, pushed people away out of his way and just as he made it out to the station with train doors shutting behind him, he lost sight. He haphazardly looked everywhere he possibly could and was almost about to give up when he finally caught the sight of blonde head again and ran towards him. He ran and ran and shouted at him,

"Draco!"

Only he didn't turn back and that's when Harry ran faster towards him and tapped him on his shoulder. He doesn't know what he was expecting but when that man turned, his heart sunk because those were not the eyes he was searching for. His eyes only ever searched for those beautiful grey eyes.

"Sorry, thought you were someone else."

And he turned back away. He was sure the man looked the same as Draco, he looked really similar but he wasn't him and truth be told, no one could be Draco and that's when it hit Harry, he would never be able to run away from Draco.

Harry didn't feel like getting back on the train and ultimately decided to walk back home, only he stopped way before he reached home at a children's park. He had never been to that park before but there was comfort in sitting on the swing in the park at night when no one was around.

It was finally the moment Harry thought about the man again. For months in between Harry thought he was okay, that perhaps he was doing better, that he no longer needed to think of Draco and it was true, he longer needed to think of him.

But, he wanted to.

Harry realised at that instant that no matter how much he might lie to himself about running away from Draco or how much he might convince others that he no longer needed Draco, he knew he wanted him and today proved it that he'll always run for Draco, he'll always run towards him because loving Draco was safe. It wasn't wild or crazy or anything adventurous, it was like returning home after a long day.

Harry figured his feelings for Draco were much larger than he had ever expected or thought of them to even be. But the biggest realisation was, he'll always belong to Draco and Draco to him because they exist in memories, they belong in each other's paradoxes of memory. They may not be together anymore but no one can erase those memories for Harry when he was unconditionally, unequivocally and irresistibly in love with the man who gave him everything, who gave him meaning, who gave him trust and perhaps he'll never move on from Draco, by choice but he knew that night that he really should stop because what he felt when he mistook the man for Draco was hurt and he didn't want to be in pain for the rest of his life.

Yes, he knew he would love only once but we also only live once. He must love him in memories because Draco was gone and even if he might sit at that swing and stare at the stars and cry his heart out, it wouldn't change a thing because whatever life this is, there is no Draco to his Harry or Rose to his Jake or Achilles to his Patroculus or Walton to Victor but Harry hoped that perhaps in some alternate universe when Harry runs after that unknown man, may it always be Draco, if not in this universe but in every other because love is bigger than universe and Draco was all of his universes.

Expressing recent events in writing is perhaps only what I can do 😭 anyways, this is all from my depressed self rn but I'll come back for more when I have more time.

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Complex is us

"Do you think it'll work?"

It was a strange question to ask in absolute silence, out of nowhere.

"what would?" Draco questioned back.

"Us. Do you think it'll work?" Harry asked.

Draco looked at Harry curled to his own body as they sat on the branch of that oak tree. He wondered why Harry asked such a thing but truth be told with everything going on, he kind of understood where it came from.

Problem was, he didn't have the answer.

"What do you think?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged. He turned a little so he could see Draco's face while entangled together. He gazed into his serene eyes and he realised he had no answer either.

"I think we can hold onto the hope that we work." Draco finally said.

Harry nodded his head, "Would be a shame if we didn't work out you know."

Draco chuckled softly, "would be a massive shame afterall not a lot of people go from being arch nemesis to idiots in love."

Harry smiled and nodded, "seems strange how it happened so fast, right?"

Draco nodded. He leaned his chin on top of Harry's head and stared into Harry's line of sight, "I think it was always supposed to be fast with us."

"what do you mean?" Harry asked

"It means, we can't have it simple, it's complex between us, always, it's always going to be hard for us, difficult, secretive so it can't be slow for us either."

Harry agreed, "We can't have non chaotic, soft kind of love. Somewhere feels like it'll always be secret, behind closed doors, in forests, secret hallways."

Draco agreed but after a while of silence he spoke up again, "but don't you ever wish that it wasn't that way?"

Harry smiled as he took Draco's hands in his own and kissed them, "Everyday, I wish for that everyday but if that's the kind of love we get then it's not ours. We are meant to have that complex love that works in a way you know because we make it work, because we love to make it work, because we love one another."

Draco smiled softly and kissed the top of Harry's head, "Complex is us."

Harry chuckled and nodded.

"But who knows in future," Harry shrugged.

Draco smiled, "maybe we'll have our own soft love outside these walls."

"Maybe we will."

And maybe it all worked out in the end..

After a long span of absence in a massively busy schedule, I posted once again. It's obviously not as good but my drarry fangirl had it coming. Until next time.

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Conflagration

“Burn it.”

“Are you sure?”

Grey eyes, heavy. “It means nothing to me. Not now.”

Harry tightened his grip, he’d need his wand for this—a gesture wouldn’t be enough. Incendio wasn’t usually used for something this big, but Draco’s hurt hardened Harry’s will.

Malfoy Manor burned, stone to ash.

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘burn it’

Entire trust

Draco began to garden after the war; his mind-healer’s suggestion. Plants require care—something he was unpracticed in—and soil, water, sunlight. He’s learned well, ready now to tend to Harry, carefully. Harry requires honesty, touch, shared meals, an extra blanket on the bed, lillies in their garden, love (unconditional).

Harry blooms.

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘bloom’

Written for @drarrymicrofic with the prompt "burn it".

Harry's fingers tremble, trying not to drop the little card.

He reads it again, for the tenth time.

Mum's dead. It would be nice if you could come to the funeral.

Dudley

Draco appears behind him, his hands circling Harry's waist, keeping him grounded, rooted to the spot. Draco is so warm and smells like home. Harry closes his eyes and sighs.

"What do you want me to do?" Draco whispers in his ear.

"Burn it."

Time well spent

“What’re you doing?”

“Wasting my life, according to the Prophet.”

“It’s not wasted if you’re enjoying it. Are you enjoying it?”

Harry looked up at him from where he lay in the grass; flushed, bright, mouth wine-kissed.

“I will be, if you join me.”

Draco sat, faced the sun, smiled.

Inspired by @drarrymicrofic’s prompt ‘waste it on me’

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When Harry found out Draco had been turned during the War, the only physical difference he noticed was Draco’s teeth.

They were just teeth, of course, but they were different: straighter, a brilliant white. It wasn’t his teeth that looked sharper, necessarily. It was his smile—which was still a rare occurrence, these days.

Harry could count the number of times he’d seen Draco smile this year on one hand, but he was proud to know that he’d been the cause of every single one. The first had been thanks to Harry calling him Draco for the first time: it had pulled Draco’s full, pink lips, seemingly without his knowledge, into something incredibly charming, and a little dangerous—those grey eyes sparkling softer than the first snow, with a wicked, blinding grin, sharper than cut crystal.

Even now, as Harry found him alone on the balcony, avoiding the crowd of the Ministry’s holiday party and staring out over the city, he felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the possibility of seeing it again, adding another to his mental collection.

Draco stiffened when Harry closed the French doors behind him, isolating them from the noise of their coworkers. His crisp suit carved a severe silhouette against the glittering London skyline, all knife-edged black with a glint of silky, white-blond hair falling over his shoulders, his slim, pale hands gripping the stone bannister. He didn’t look up.

“Potter.”

“Draco,” Harry returned. Draco only called him Potter, these days, when he wanted to be alone. When he felt too much like the outcast he was.

Creature, he’d called himself, once, storming out of a bar, which carried nothing he could drink anyway.

Draco slowly turned to face him, wary and guarded, and Harry froze, listening carefully, watching him, as he always did—

Draco was holding his breath, again. He always seemed to do that around Harry.

Harry hated it.

He approached Draco casually, watching his pale face strain further. Draco stepped back, away from him, and Harry paused again as something horrible washed through him, like a tightening coil of barbed wire around his heart.

It hurt, when Draco pulled away from him, when all he wanted was closer. Harry was drawn inexplicably to those sharp edges, like the spindle of a spinning wheel—he didn’t care that it would prick his finger, that it could destroy his life, he wanted to touch, wanted to feel the inevitable softness beneath the sculpted marble exterior—

Oh, fuck, Harry, you’ve really done it this time.

Of course he did. He couldn’t help it, he never could stay away from Draco. He took another step, and another, closing the space between them, even as Draco backed himself against the balustrade.

A breeze whipped up Draco’s long, sleek hair; a lock of it tickled Harry’s face. All this time, Harry had been too busy noticing Draco, to notice the effects Draco had on him.

“Breathe,” Harry said.

“No.”

Harry pressed closer, their chests brushing, Harry’s nose gracing Draco’s cold cheek. He could feel Draco shaking, could hear the sound of his own heartbeat racing in his ears, and he knew Draco would be able to hear it, too. Harry’s hands came up to rest tentatively on his chest, and Draco let out a soft whimper.

“Breathe,” Harry repeated, and Draco broke, releasing a shuddering breath. Strong arms locked around Harry’s waist, pulling him flush against Draco’s hard body. Harry’s hands fisted in his lapel as Draco buried his face in Harry’s neck, his cold nose tracing the line of Harry’s pulsing artery, inhaling deeply. 

Above them, fine flakes of unhurried snow began to fall.

“I hate you,” Draco whined, his hands trembling where they held the back of Harry’s jacket. His lips parted over Harry’s skin, his breaths hard and desperate. Harry’s hand slid to the back of Draco’s neck, into that silky hair, so much softer than he’d imagined it would be.

“I know,” Harry replied, his other hand quickly palming his wand, forcefully apparating them both to Grimmauld Place.

Hours later, Harry would add another smile to his collection: something sated and satisfied, affectionate and anxious, that incisive curl of Draco’s lips somehow softer with piercing, blood-stained teeth behind it.

Draconian

Written for the @drarrymicrofic song prompt: Luna, by Bombay Bicycle Club

I never liked you.

You were a shit. The things you did to me?

I never wanted to see your sharp, sneery face ever again.

Shouted, You don’t know me. And Fuck you. And Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone.

But if it weren’t for you—

I’d still be stuck.

If you hadn’t kept on, and kept on… Strict. Severe. Unmoved by entreaty. But so patient. 

I love you.

I’m ready for you to know that.

Draco was on a mission when Harry’s Patronus changed: majestic antlers and graceful legs replaced with huge paws and shaggy fur. Harry was baffled. (What could possibly have altered the shape of his soul?)

He understood when he heard how the mission had gone wrong.

He placed a mandrake leaf underneath his tongue and waited for lightning to strike. (One’s Animagus form, it was said, also reflected the core of oneself.) When the full moon rose, he donned his new shape—huge paws, shaggy fur—and, together, they ran until the sun came up.

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Luna by Bombay Bicycle Club

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for @drarrymicrofic's april 6th prompt, luna

I watch them bring him out, all sharp angles and too-long matted hair. Hermione puts her hand on my shoulder. The trembling never stops.

“Harry?” she says, voice far away.

I wish my testimony had meant something, wish I’d said more.

This is not the kiss I wanted for Draco.

*

“Harry?” I wake up to Draco shaking my sweat-damp shoulders.

“I was dreaming they sentenced you to The Kiss,” I gasp.

He looks at me and I realise: I loved him then. All the way back at the trials — I just didn’t know it. Maybe it’s time he finds out.

A WIZARD WEEKLY EXCLUSIVE:

“Draco fucks me, and I love it.”

It started as a pleasant interview about the Malfoy-Potters’ newly remodeled group home, and it rapidly spiraled into a hellish Fiendfyre.

A deranged former Wizard Weekly reporter barged into the interview. She proceeded to vulgarly berate Harry Malfoy-Potter, insisting that “our strong, powerful Saviour would never let a weak, whiny Death Eater fuck him.”

We are all aware of the Saviour’s fiery temper, so naturally we were shocked at his response!

Harry merely smirked and said, “Draco fucks me, and I love it.” He continued with several more explicit praises of his husband, which we will not be repeating.

Unfortunately, Draco Malfoy-Potter was not present to share his thoughts on the matter. “I wore him out last night,” Harry chuckled. Continued on page 3.

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: remake

Home (breaks the spell)

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Drarry | 350 words | General Audiences | Pirate!Draco Malfoy, Kitten!Harry Potter, Fluff | Read on AO3

Heart pounding, following only instinct, Harry ran into the first hiding place he could see: a tight space between stacks of boxes to be boarded onto a ship.

“Disgusting breed of scoundrels!” the fisherman yelled. He spouted endless insults, but Harry paid no mind: in the safety of the nook, he devoured the stolen fish. It was his first meal in days.

Perhaps it was the blinding starvation; perhaps his cat instincts hadn’t settled in yet—the witch had said it’d take a moon cycle for the shift to be irreversible, for his human abilities and limitations to fade completely. But whatever the case, Harry didn’t notice the ground was moving underneath him until, hunger finally abated, he peeked out and found he wasn’t on the dock anymore.

He was on the deck of a pirate ship.

He stayed in the nook, convinced they’d throw him overboard the moment they found him. But when they removed the boxes from atop him, he was met with merciless pets and way too many bits of beef and codfish. At sunset, he was officially christened as Stinky by a group of excited pirates with a few drops of Brandy spilled between his ears.

And then the captain appeared.

Beautiful and dangerous, the man loomed over him, piercing him with silver eyes. Then he knelt and, almost reverently, he picked Harry up and held him against his chest.

*

Two days before the moon cycle ended, Harry turned back into his human self.

It happened in Draco’s arms, Harry’s very own sleeping spot. Draco had just called him his everything, his love, a finger scratching Harry’s chin, and he’d felt at home, at ease: the transformation was like a sigh of relief.

Then dread took over him.

“Don’t worry,” Draco murmured, a hand caressing Harry’s arm. “I knew.”

“H-How?”

A soft smile played on Draco’s lips, a stark contrast to his many scars.

“Not all magic folk are mysterious witches.” He winked. “Besides, your cat mannerisms were lousy.”

Harry pouted, but Draco’s fingers found his hair and soon he was drifting off again in the comfort of the pirate captain’s embrace.

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