“same book again”?
A Saturday Kind of Love
It’s in the middle of an ordinary Saturday when Harry realises he’s in love with Draco.
They’re at the farmer’s market, between the baker and the cheesemonger. Draco’s trying to choose between cheddars, obsessing over the small differences between texture and age and flavour, and Harry can honestly say he lost the thread of this conversation ages ago. Nevertheless, as Draco goes on and on, gesticulating wildly, his hair falling across his flushed cheeks, Harry thinks, ‘I could do this forever’.
Which is a strange thought when your boyfriend won’t stop talking about the finer points of cheese, but Harry could—in fact, wants to—listen to Draco talk about anything and everything. It’s no different than when Hermione worries over magical creatures or Ron describes a particularly intricate Quidditch play.
Undoubtedly love.
And it’s unexpected on an ordinary Saturday in the middle of September, when Draco’s already been his for months and months, but Harry’s heart flutters gently and he sees their future with perfect clarity. Endless nights at home with Draco’s feet in his lap, toast and tea in bed, Saturdays at the market choosing between tomatoes and baguettes and cheeses.
Draco stops—no doubt because of Harry’s besotted smile—and though the corners of his lips twitch, he asks in his haughtiest tone, “What?”
It’s right there on the tip of Harry’s tongue (I love you I love you I love you) but he wants to hold onto this feeling—this irresistible, brilliant, aching love—just a bit longer.
So, Harry kisses Draco on the cheek, and says, “Nothing—go on.” Because they’ve got time, Draco has more to say, and Harry wants to listen.
Simply, undeniably, overwhelmingly love.
For the brilliant and wonderful @emmalovesdilemmas who sent me the prompt: farmer’s market. Have I written a similar fic before? Sure have. Do I still love it? Sure do. Please enjoy some boys in love!
For my Somewhat Summer Drarry Drabbles.
July Drabble Challenge!
Prompt: "You have got to see this!"
You were supposed to die for good, is the thing.
You never expected that you'd get to see yourself here, with the first kiss of silver at your temples, and a job that you sometimes hate, and a garden that always needs weeding, and the skin-warm gold band on your ring finger.
You marvel at it sometimes—at all you've been given.
You have so many things that you couldn't have even imagined at seventeen, when you walked out to die with your heart jumping into your throat and all the wishes you had ever made for your future sitting like a stone in your mouth that you couldn't spit out.
You wouldn't have wished for him at seventeen, but getting him and keeping him has been all the sweeter for the way you learned to choose each other.
You see him.
Malfoy smiling at you and only you, and a feeling in your chest like the tug and wash of a wave breaking.
Malfoy over you, the gauzy halflight of dawn silvering his scars, his nipples dark and bitten-looking, every muscle in his body strung taut as he rocks you into him, his eyes half closing with every deepening inch.
Malfoy brushing his teeth while you shower, his laugh foamy and indistinct and so, so fond.
You cherish it like it's a gift, this unexpected lifetime of all the things you thought you'd never get to see.
Day 227: I Didn't Know Where Else to Go
Harry, for all intents and purposes, enjoyed his nice quiet life.
He loved his quiet, one-room cottage by the sea, with his garden in the back full of fresh vegetables and flowers, and his lovely hive of bees. He loved Mable, the scruffy mutt that had shown up on his doorstep, looking for food and then never left. No one in the village knew him as anything other than James Evans and it was the most peace he'd found in his life.
Harry absolutely did not miss being in the aurors. He didn't miss the press, the constant niggling anxiety that was present whenever he was in wizarding communities.
No, the quiet was enough.
It had been so quiet in his cottage for so long, that the pounding on his door one night in the middle of a wild storm made him summon his wand before he moved slowly to the door.
There was another round of a fist banging against the door before he finally blew out the nerves and yanked it open.
He wasn't prepared for the man who fell through the door, stumbling as though it had been holding him up.
"Draco?" he asked, catching him and bearing most of his weight as the other man slumped on his feet; cold, wet fingers clinging to Harry's shirt.
"Sorry," he whispered, silver eyes taking in Harry's face like he was noticing every new wrinkle, every last sun worn freckle. "I didn't know where else to go."
And then he promptly passed out.
Harry carried him over to the bed before locking the cottage door and warding it against whoever might be after Draco. Then he set to work, stripping the other man of his soaking wet clothes, finding numerous bloody gashes and deep red and purple bruises.
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You loved me first but I loved you last- Draco’s version.
We were in second year when I vividly remember Pansy said that doing arithmetic was the easiest she ever had to do and I agreed that day but back then I didn’t know you, but now I do and now my answer is different.
Loving you was the easiest thing I ever had to do, ever.
I wonder most nights, even after you’re gone, why is it that it was so easy to love you? How did I fall for you so easily when I had always been so cautious of my heart, cautious of who I was loving, who I was giving my heart to? But I suppose I know the answer, its because, it was you. Just you. There is nothing that I should add to it or think of it or describe to it because the answer is only 3 letters, one word. Loving you was like the simplest thing in the world because what was there in you that I could not love. Loving you was like learning moon is a satellite, sun is a star and clouds are just water. You were like the most beautiful wave I had ever seen, the only wave I wanted to be drowned in, you were like the most beautiful set of piano played in the world, you were like all the letters written in calligraphy. It was easy to love you because it was so simple to adore you, to fall for you.
I perhaps was unaware of what I was doing when I started falling for you but I think I took a chance in loving you because you said you loved me first and I thought that maybe, because you fell for me first, your feelings would not change. But I was wrong, more wrong than I had ever been in my whole life. I thought it could never be possible for you to fall out of love with me because of all the words laced with love you said, all the names you gave me, with the ways you adored me, i thought it wasn’t possible but I was so wrong.
But I’m rendered speechless everytime I still think of you, you were and are that one thing in my life that reminds me of gravity, you are my gravity that keeps pulling me down and that made it easier to love you. I loved you from the moment you decided that you didn’t want to drink coffee at your favourite cafe because they didn’t make tea and you knew how much I rather liked tea better. You changed your cafe for me and it made me love you in incomprehensible ways and yet I wonder where did it all go wrong. Where did it go wrong that in this love story we managed to make, I’m the only one standing with my heart in my hand and you’re not here, you’re not even close anymore. Where did it go wrong that one day you simply said that you couldn’t be with me anymore? I wonder if I was never enough for you. I wonder if my love was not enough to make you stay.
I wish that I could have loved you a little longer or maybe you’d had stayed a little longer so I could have put pieces together, so as to understand why you didn’t you love me anymore but you didn’t stay and I let you go because I think I suffocated you. I just want to know the moment when you realised that I’m not the one you wanted to be with because every lonely night when I stay up and every morning I wake up, I cry in silence with my heart so heavy because all I ever wonder is when did you fall out of love with me? But I thinking faced with reality, I wouldn’t be able to confront the reality because if you told me the truth, the moment you fell out of love with me, I think I’d die a little more than I already have.
But I think the problem wasn’t you but me, if you could not bare to look at me anymore because just like everyone else, you too got bored of me, you too understood that being with me was nothing but a waste of time and space and love. Perhaps you too realised that loving me would be a dead end, that it’s like walking on a lonesome street because nothing stays forever with me and you understood it pretty soon but the part of me who loves you in indescribable ways, it thinks about what if you had stayed with me, for a little longer and how I could had shown you that you were my entire world. You still are.
I always thought that if there was one person I would never need recovery from, that would be you but you are the only person who has hurt me in ways that goes beyond my power of explanation but I would never reverse time to undo whatever happened because being with you, even when you caused me this insufferable pain, I’d never redo a single moment because you are that rare pearl that you find only in the deepest of the ocean. If I had to repeat us altogether, I would do it all again, in a heartbeat, from the beginning till the end only because I know I’ll get you for another time, for moments longer than two and I’ll love you all the same.
But I would never deny that this pain that you caused me by saying those few simple words, “I’m sorry but I don’t love you anymore,” those few words were the hardest thing I ever had to listen and I wish I were even deaf but every night these words repeat itself and I cry myself to sleep in the same pillow I have been confessing my tears for a while now. These words shatters my world, breaks my heart, my soul, my existence but I couldn’t make you stay, not with my words, not with my love, not with my affection, so perhaps you looked for something more than this and I hope you may find it in someone that isn’t me but if time comes when you run out of people, run out of roads to go on, I hope you remember that in the sunset we painted, you’re still all the colours in my sunset and you will always be. So one day if you choose to love me back once again, I want you to know that I’ll still be there, painting the canvas of our sunset waiting for you to join me.
Because I got a request to write alternative version with Draco on Instagram.
Tagging a few people for boost, you can ignore if you like <3 (don’t hesitate to tell me if it’s a bother)
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Ron is always Harry’s best back up 👍
Excuse the crude nature of these doodles lol I wanted to do this quickly so I wasn’t too precious about it.
Lavender and Parvati :-)
Commission I did for @bookworms-and-butts / @hiddenhogwarts ! Thank you for commissioning me!
just between us: did the love affair maim you, too?
nooo, WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS???? I'm not even lying when i say i teared up right after seeing this because PAIN oh my god, the art is gorgeous btw
night glow (december 1)
(see all works for my 25 Days of Harry and Draco on tumblr here and Ao3 here! ❤️)
Day 155: Bubbles
This one gets a little spicy, nothing explicit but probably a little nsfw.
It had been a really fucking hard case.
Harry felt like a sponge that had had every last drop of water wrung from him. Ron, who had only joined the case a few days ago (as compared to the nine and a half weeks Harry had spent working on this case) had declared that everyone deserved to go to the pub to celebrate. By all accounts, this had been a massive win for the DMLE. And he was probably right, everyone did deserve to go out and celebrate but Harry just didn’t have it in him.
He’d waved everyone off, telling them to go along without him, making a half-hearted pledge to join them after he’d taken a shower. In fairness he’d been pretty ripe that morning because he had been awake for almost three days straight working on the case. Add to this the fact that he’d gotten flobberworm mucus all over him during the raid and no one could really blame him for wanting to shower first.
“You’re not coming, are you?” Draco asked after the others had moved off toward the lifts, laughing and shouting raucously.
Rubbing the back of his neck, he shrugged, “Maybe. We’ll see how I feel after a shower. I’m just pretty beat, you know?”
Draco gave him a sympathetic look and after being partners for three years and on good terms with one another for most of that time, you’d think that Harry would be used to that look but he wasn’t. “I do know,” he said softly. “And I know that you are still beating yourself up about that little girl who died before we got the case.”
Harry equally loathed and loved that the other man always seemed to know what would be triggering for Harry about each case; it made him feel vulnerable and safe all at once.
“Let it go, yeah?” he said softly, clapping Harry’s shoulder. “You’ve avenged her death and brought her killer to justice. She can rest peacefully.”
He nodded, throat feeling a bit tight, “Yeah.”
“Do you want me to stay?" Draco offered. "You can get cleaned up and we can order some take out and eat it on my sofa?”
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Day 151: Glasses
Draco hadn't seen Harry outside of work all week.
He was trying to keep calm about it, trying not to let his mind wander and spiral until he could only imagine the worst possible scenarios. But if life had taught him anything, it was that nothing was as it seemed and if something felt off it probably was.
Harry had been off all week. He'd been quiet and withdrawn; when he smiled at Draco, the smile never reached his eyes.
And it wasn't like him. Draco had poured through every interaction they'd had, he racked his brain trying to come up with anything he might have said or done to inadvertently hurt Harry or make him upset. It didn't matter how much time he spent thinking, he just couldn't come up with anything.
So he decided to confront him. With coffee and a baked good. Maybe if he just reminded him subtly that he was a good boyfriend, it would go easier.
He knocked on the door to Harry's office and Harry looked up from the paperwork he was filling out, "Hey," he said, giving Draco a tired upward tilt of his lips in greeting.
"Hey yourself," he said, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," Harry said as though Draco was asking something silly. "Yeah of course, love."
That was a good sign, he thought as he walked in and shut the door behind himself before handing Harry his cup of coffee and scone. "Do you have a minute to take a break?"
"I always have a few minutes for a cinnamon scone," he replied with one of those smiles that didn't change the look in his eyes.
"Are you alright?" Draco asked.
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