Friendly reminder that James potter didn’t mature in order to get lily to like him, he matured and became a better person for himself and for his friends and to fight for the greater good and that’s why lily loved him
Harry woke up to a half-naked Draco Malfoy
standing over his bed. At first he thought he was still dreaming until Malfoy
called out to him:
“Potter. Potter, wake up.”
In Harry’s dreams, Malfoy always called him
“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Harry had been
having a delightful dream in which Malfoy – although he was known to Harry as
Draco in the dream – had confessed his affections to Harry and asked him to
ride on a unicorn with him into space.
True – Harry was pleased to wake up to the
real Malfoy’s naked chest. But it left him with an inconvenient problem beneath
the sheets which he couldn’t really take care of with Malfoy staring down at
him like that. Well, actually, that was another fantasy of his, but he expected
in this situation, Malfoy would probably just punch him, rather than join in.
“I want to switch beds.” Malfoy said.
Harry frowned, looking over to Malfoy’s
vacant four poster. The sheets were thrown wide, the pillow on the floor beside
“There’s something wrong with that bed. I
think it’s haunted.”
“You think the bed is haunted?” Harry
Malfoy crossed his arms over his (naked!)
“And you want me to sleep in it?”
Malfoy shrugged. “Better you than me.”
“Absolutely not.” Harry rolled away from
Malfoy. He was tired. And he wanted to finish his dream.
“So, you believe me that it’s haunted then?”
Malfoy asked. A clear challenge.
“No,” Harry clarified into his pillow, “I
just don’t see why I should have to be inconvenienced because of your paranoia.”
“You’re already awake, and I’m going to
stand here until you agree.”
Harry knew he would too. Malfoy was
“Fine.” Harry jumped up and scrambled into
the other bed. He retrieved the pillow from the floor, readjusted the sheets
and settled in. Haunted or not, Harry could tell he was going to have a good
sleep now. The bed smelt like Malfoy. That would complement Harry’s dreams
Sleep came quickly.
was in the Department of Mysteries. At the end of one of the long corridors he
saw it – a curtain. He knew Sirius was right behind the curtain. He glided forward. If
he could just reach it – but a hand pulled him back. He turned around to find hundreds
of inferi crawling towards him, the closest one with a grip on his arm that was
tightening, bruising his skin, crushing the bone beneath. He tried to scream
but all that came out was a hiss.
was in Little Hangleton Graveyard. The tombstones were so large they towered
over his head, the engravings with big wiry letterings spelling out the names
of the dead. Lily Potter. James Potter. Cedric Diggory. Sirius Black. Albus
Dumbledore. Hedwig. Dobby. Fred Weasley. Collin Creevey. Remus Lupin.
Nymphadora Tonks. Severus Snape. And the last – the biggest tombstone of them
all: Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. Beneath it, the earth was shaking, the dirt
crumbling away. The Dark Lord was returning.
was in The Forbidden Forest. A high-pitched laughter rang in his ears. The sky
flashed green. The trees were whispering, telling him to turn back, telling him
to run. But his feet kept walking forward. The trees grew sparse. He was almost
at the clearing. And when he reached it, he was going to die.
Harry woke up in a sweat, his heart beat
threatening to rip the organ from his chest. He threw the sheets away, and
tried to calm himself with deep breaths, but the scenes from his dreams – no, his nightmares
– flashed in front of his eyes over and over again. Maybe Malfoy was right –
maybe the bed really was haunted.
He pulled himself up, ignoring the
heaviness of his head. As soon as he was off the bed, he felt instantly calmer.
He could still remember the nightmares but they were no longer pining him down
with their weight. No longer crawling under his skin. It was no wonder Malfoy wanted to swap beds.
Harry looked over to his own bed. Malfoy
was fast asleep. It wasn’t fair that he got to have the unicorn space dreams
(Harry could only presume) in Harry’s bed, while Harry had scary death
nightmares in his. He walked over.
“Malfoy.” Harry prodded Malfoy’s side. “Malfoy.”
Malfoy grumbled as he slowly regained consciousness.
“Stop it, Potter. I’m sleeping.”
“I want my bed back.”
“I thought you said it wasn’t haunted.”
“I was wrong,” Harry said stiffly. He didn’t much like admitting it, especially not to his ex-rival whom he currently had the hots for.
Malfoy smiled, his eyes still closed. “Say
“I was wrong,” Harry repeated with a sigh. “Can
I have my bed back now?”
“I’m not going back there.”
“Well, neither am I,” Harry retorted. He
didn’t fancy another trip to the Forbidden Forest.
Malfoy rolled over to the edge of the bed,
his back to Harry. “Get in then.”
Harry knew he had heard wrong. “Excuse me?”
“Just don’t hog the covers,” Malfoy
continued, “and you better not drool in your sleep.”
Harry hesitated, looking back at Malfoy’s
bed. He already knew he wouldn’t be going back there. Not tonight. He suspected
someone had cursed it, and he was already planning his revenge for when he
found out who, but for now, there wasn’t anything else to do but sleep. And he
wasn’t going to get much on the floor.
Not to mention, the thought of sleeping
with – well, sleeping next to – Malfoy was all kinds appealing. Scary, and
awkward and embarrassing of course. But very appealing.
He climbed into the bed slowly, careful not
to accidentally touch or jostle Malfoy in any way. He didn’t want to seem like
he was taking advantage of the situation. He had no idea what Malfoy thought
about it. Thought about him.
Harry managed to orient himself in bed so
no part of his body was touching Malfoy’s. True - it left him almost falling off the
side, but it was a minor discomfort. A necessity to keep a healthy, platonic space between him and Malfoy.
When he fell asleep, he was pleased to
return to a journey of space travel with Draco on their magical unicorn.
But it was nothing compared to waking up
the next morning with Malfoy, the real Malfoy, snuggled into his chest, an arm
tightly clinging to his torso.
And that, in turn, was nothing compared to
when Malfoy sniffled in his sleep and mumbled: “Hmmm, Harry.”
Perhaps he wouldn’t be seeking revenge on whoever cursed Malfoy’s bed after all.
Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”
On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.
Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.
The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.
The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted out. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.
On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.
The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.
The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.
- In which Harry is a bit.. inexperienced in the bedroom.
Harry thought he could hide it. He thought he could get away with it. But, when everything came to him so all of a sudden, he realized that he was trapped, and the only way to get out, was by telling the truth.
And so he did.
“What?” you ask breathlessly, your hands at the mid of Harry’s patterned shirt, fingers frozen on the buttons, pulling the colorful fabric away from his tall and lanky form.
louis literally jumped into harrys arms without hesitating and harry pushed louis’ legs up as he willingly wrapped his arms around him while they spinned around giggling…..this literally happened and we all saw it with our own two eyes…… how do i live life knowing this is a real statement
Harry stood his ground. “Your way? I didn’t realise your daddy
owned the footpaths.”
Malfoy scowled. “Don’t bring my da – my
father into this.”
Harry shrugged – he knew it would infuriate
Malfoy. “Then don’t claim to own things that aren’t yours.”
“What do you want, Potter?” Malfoy asked,
crossing his arms.
“From you?” Harry pretended to think. “Oh
nothing. I’m just standing here.” He had been going for a walk of the grounds,
but standing put here, irritating Malfoy, was a much better option.
“If you don’t move – “
“You’ll what?” Harry interrupted. “Calmly
walk around me and get a bit of grass on your shoe? Sounds terrifying.”
“You – you can’t just stand in the middle
of the footpath!” Malfoy yelled, his indignance marred by the ridiculousness of
what he was saying.
Harry smiled. This was too easy. “Ah, well
we might have an issue then.”
“What?” Barked Malfoy, his impatience showing.
“I don’t take orders from you.”
Malfoy blinked, and hesitated for just a
second too long. “Well, I don’t take orders from you either.”
to be seen.”
Malfoy huffed. “You expect me to walk
Harry watched Malfoy eye the grass around
them. It was slightly wet from the rain earlier in the morning but nothing to
make a fuss about. He let out an exasperated sign and looked back up to Harry,
gesturing wildly with his arms. “Why are you standing there?”
“Why are you standing there?” Harry countered.
“Because I’m trying to – merlin, Potter,
fine.” Malfoy stomped around Harry and then swivelled around to face him again.
“Are you happy now?”
Harry wanted to burst into laughter, but it
was much more fun to remain composed – that seemed to be the easiest and most
effective way of infuriating Malfoy. “Marginally.”
“And you’re just going to keep standing
Harry nodded. “For now.”
Harry looked Malfoy up and down, slowly. “I
could ask you the same question.”
“What – oh – that’s not – I’m leaving.”
Malfoy said without moving.
“Are you?” Harry asked, unable to stop his
lip curing upwards. This was just too funny.
“Yes.” Malfoy didn’t move.
“Go on, then,” Harry urged.
“Fine.” He hesitated a moment longer as if
waiting for Harry to say something else and then turned on the spot, beginning
to stomp away.
“Wait,” Harry called out. “Stay.”
Malfoy turned back to face him immediately.
Harry smirked. This was child’s play. “Nothing.
Just wanted to see if you’d do it.”
Malfoy’s face went bright red. “You –
you - urgh.” He threw his arms up in the
air in frustration and continued his stomping.
And because Harry couldn’t help himself: “When
you realise you do like taking orders, Malfoy, you know where to find me.”
Malfoy didn’t turn but Harry could tell he
heard – there was a slight hesitation between stomps, the red flush spreading to
the back of his neck, his fists tightening.
Only when Malfoy was out of sight, did
Harry continue his own walk in the opposite direction.
“Where have you been?”
Harry looked up from his Potions textbook
to find Malfoy standing over him. He’d been trying to get in a bit of quiet
study in the common room before retiring for the night but now it looked like
that would be impossible.
“I’ve been waiting at your footpath for
hours,” Malfoy said, clearly in a sulk over it.
footpath?” Harry repeated. Surely he didn’t mean…
“You said I’d know where to find you,”
Harry closed his textbook with a snap. “I
was sassing you, Malfoy, I didn’t actually expect – hours? Really?”
Malfoy shrugged, probably realising he’d
revealed too much in his anger. “Minutes, I mean. I was exaggerating.”
“Tell the truth,” Harry demanded. Did he
imagine the spark of desire in Malfoy’s eyes at the order?
“Just over two hours,” Malfoy answered
immediately. Obediently. Harry had
mostly been joking when they’d met earlier, just trying to get a rise out of
Malfoy. But if Malfoy wanted to play this game, Harry was definitely on board.
“So, you realised a few things, did you?”
Malfoy muttered an answer under his breath.
Harry heard it but made him say it again anyway: “Louder.”
“Yes,” Malfoy all but yelled, drawing the
attention of a few stragglers around the common room.
Harry kept his voice to a whisper. “What
did you realise?”
“I like it when you…” Malfoy trailed off,
looking around nervously.
“When I what?” Harry prompted, his eyes
glued to Malfoy’s face. There was an adorable pink tint to the sharp edges of
you tell me what to do,” Malfoy finished quietly.
Harry gulped. “And what do you want me to
tell you to do?”
Malfoy loosened his tie. Harry’s eyes
followed the movement. “You know.”
Harry laughed. As if he was going to let
Malfoy get away with an answer like that.
“I’m afraid I don’t, Malfoy, so if you’re
not willing to share, there’s nothing – “
“Fine,” Malfoy snapped. “I’ll tell you, but
- “ he looked around again – “can we go
somewhere a bit more private?”
Merlin. Harry took a deep breath, and
straightened his posture, looking up at Malfoy intently. “Go to my dormroom. Strip.
Leave the door unlocked.”
And now Harry was certain he wasn’t
imagining it – Malfoy’s eyes lit up at the order. “But what if – “
“Do you trust me?” Harry interrupted.
Harry reopened his textbook and waved a
hand dismissively. “I’ll be up in a minute.”
He watched through his peripheral vision as
Malfoy practically sprinted up the stairs to his dormitory. He couldn’t help but think that he’d stumbled across a rather marvellous discovery today.
prompt: Harry teaching Draco how to do the patronus charm, but Draco can't think of happy memories and ends up using memories of Harry, and Harry asks what he thought of
I’ve literally been so lazy. Soz everyone who has been sending in prompts. I promise to do them eventually. Anyway, enjoy!
“Let’s try it one more time.” This was the fifth failed attempt at conjuring a patronus for Draco. Harry had been kind enough to help him. They’ve been friends since the start of eighth year when Draco went up to the boy to apologise for everything he’s done and to thank him for speaking at his trial. The two have been inseparable ever since.
“It’s no use. I’ve used every happy memory imaginable. None of them are strong enough.” Draco said sadly. He sat down with a huff next to Harry.
“I didn’t get it on my first try either. And you did produce some mist. I couldn’t produce a corporeal patronus for quite some time.” He laid a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Draco smiled at him lightly. He never really had people comfort him until he met Harry. His father was always cold and distant and he never really talked about his emotions to anyone.
Then Harry came along. The first person he ever talked to about the war was Harry. The first person who actually understood what he was going through was Harry. The first person to make Draco laugh after the war was Harry. Hang on. Of course! Why didn’t he think of him before!
Hi! I am interested in your post about how the closet was more than just media training. I'm new and have found it hard to decide whether I think Harry and Louis are still together. Part of that is just coming in at a point when interaction between them is nonexistent. But another part is that the Louis of now is quite the departure from the Louis of early years. It almost appears that Harry has become more flamboyant and Louis less. Do you think it's intentional or just how they've handled it?
First, I always think that the belief of whether Harry and Louis are still together doesn’t actually impact the reality. Either they are or they’re not; what we think doesn’t really change that.
Second, if they are, then they are choosing not to come out for the time being, whether it’s due to legal constraints (because of contractual obligations) or to considerations for their personal lives and career. We know that certain aspects of their lives can be kept very private if they wish (they can travel incognito most of the time, major events about their families have been kept secret).
I was talking with a friend about the differences between video and still photography. Still photography can be controlled and edited. Danielle and Louis can appear to be happy together (Louis’ birthday photo 2016), but intimacy in video is hard thing to fake. Louis has never shown any real warmth or intimacy with any woman he has been romantically linked to. His papped photos with Briana (May 2015) showed his expressions of indifference and disdain.
Louis’ body language toward Harry has consistently been inclusive, intuitive, and intimate, UNLIKE his body language with anyone else– even when everything else about him has been muted, controlled, and toned down, even in 2015, when they supposedly hated each other. When they were within vicinity of each other, it was impossible to miss their awareness of each other.
Harry and Louis are tactile people. They like to touch and be touched. It’s more the pity that 1DHQ forced the other boys to imitate this love of touch so HL’s behavior wouldn’t stand out. Again, video is revealing. The most tender moments of touch occurred when they believed they weren’t on camera. The tenderness is something difficult to fake, and it was from both H and L.
Harry in particular liked to leave signals to the fandom about Louis, and he still does. Isolated things like Louis’ IG selfies or his shirts that communicate signals, or his black and white IG post at the Donny house, or the ridiculously intimate gestures on the interview with Nick (the one where Harry was on voice rest) or Harry’s bee tattoo– might be explained away as coincidence, but when taken in the context of their history, are, to me, obvious. Just look at the clip where they are talking to fans about the Donny dome– Harry’s stolen glances at Louis tell you everything you need to know about how in love he is with that boy. He doesn’t just love Louis, he cares about Louis’ being endeared by that fan, he cares about Louis’ love of his hometown. The glances occurred so fast and so surreptitiously, they were obviously not meant to be noticed– something, imho, that is impossible to fake.
Those terrible, hesitant sounds Harry made when asked directly whether Sweet Creature was about Louis? Not fake.
The terribly tender expression when he’s performing Two Ghosts, live. Who else could that song be about, really?
The beaming smiles they have when one is about to travel to the same location as the other, even now.
I think I’m convinced that they’re still together only because of knowing their personalities through their history, and piecing together the evidence. As I said, what I think doesn’t change the reality, and if reality shows me something different, I’m willing to change my opinion.
Dating Draco Malfoy still felt a little unreal to Harry. It seemed as if they went from rivals to lovers with nothing in-between, and Harry hadn’t been given the time to process it all.
There was no denying the energy between them - the way Harry could feel every cell in his body come to life at Draco’s touch, the way Draco melted into Harry’s. But there was something else too, something that Harry had been trying to work out since that first time Draco had pulled him in for a kiss. Something in Draco’s eyes - when he stared unflinching into Harry’s, his whispers - when he seduced Harry with his words alone, and his laugh - when he made Harry feel as if there could only ever be light in this world.
Harry still hadn’t quite worked out that something but it was beginning to play on his mind more and more.
“You’re distracted,” he pointed out, pulling his lips away from Harry’s neck which he had been showering with kisses. They’d skipped lunch in the Great Hall to sneak into an empty classroom together.
Harry leant his head back against the wall behind him. If only he knew what he was distracted by. “Don’t stop,” he said to Draco. Distraction or not, being kissed on the neck was a particular weakness of his, and he wasn’t about to give it up that easily.
“Your wish is my command,” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear, lips so close they brushed against his skin and he could feel the warmth of Draco’s breath. That alone was enough to make Harry shiver, but followed by frenzied kisses, sucking and grazing against the side of Harry’s neck, it lit Harry on fire.
Harry’s eyes closed of their own accord as he gave into the sensation. What did anything else matter when he felt like this?
Draco’s lips fell to the front of Harry’s neck, and sucked hard on his pulse point. Harry gasped at the unexpected pleasure. Draco was a master of drawing such sounds out of him.
Hands curled around Harry’s where they hung limply at his sides. Harry opened his eyes to find Draco staring right back at him.
“We don’t have to do this right now if you’re not in the mood,” Draco said gently, tracing identical patterns into Harry’s palms.
“What makes you think I’m not in the mood?” Harry asked, surprised. He hadn’t exactly been unreceptive to Draco’s attentions.
Draco intertwined their fingers, holding Harry’s hands up higher. “You’re usually a lot more hand-sy,” he said with a soft smile.
Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s hands and swivelled the both of them around so he had Draco pinned to the wall. He held their hands against the wall by Draco’s head and pushed his hips forward, so Draco could feel how wrong he was. “Do you still think I’m not in the mood?” he asked.
Draco’s breathing had picked up and his heartbeat was so fast Harry could see the vein in his neck pulsing. He was mesmerised by the sight of it. Draco’s heartbeat. Draco’s heart. There was something on the tip of his tongue that he still couldn’t quite place.
“Harry?” Draco called out softly, bringing Harry back down. He must have been staring too long.
“Sorry,” Harry said, releasing Draco’s hands, “there’s just something - “ He paused, unsure how to finish. What something?
“Something?” Draco prompted, a hand coming up to push Harry’s long hair from his face. It flopped right back down but Draco kept repeating the motion anyway.
Harry couldn’t think. His mind was a jigsaw and he only ever had access to one puzzle piece at a time. Right now, he just wanted to feel the electricity again. He dropped to his knees and pulled at Draco’s trousers.
“Are you sure you - “ Draco started but faltered when Harry pulled his trousers and pants down and took his dick into his mouth without hesitation. “Harry.”
Harry loved it when Draco said his name like that. There was need, appreciation, affection, urgency and patience all in the one word. And Harry was more than happy to deliver. He wanted to give Draco everything, and right now that included the best fucking blowjob he’d ever received.
Harry hadn’t any experience prior to dating Draco but that didn’t matter now. He didn’t need to know what it was like to suck someone else’s dick. He only needed to know that Draco liked it when he swirled over his tongue over the tip. That Draco liked it when Harry moaned around him. That Draco loved it when Harry stared right into his eyes as he sucked him off.
And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Draco was coming into Harry’s mouth, making the most delectable sounds as he did - if Harry was any less experienced, he might have come in his pants at the sound of Draco’s orgasm alone.
But that was nothing to the sound after. When Harry had swallowed the last of Draco’s cum, Draco giggled. Harry stood up quickly to take in the sight as well as the sound. Draco’s face was soft and light, his lips split wide into the very corners of his cheeks as he laughed.
Draco always laughed after he came. It was strange but endearing. Harry wanted to hold onto that laughter for as long as Draco would let him. Hold it in his heart, so he could carry that lightness with him everywhere he went.
That something finally clicked. Everything had fallen into place all on its own and Harry was only just seeing it for what it was. He stared at Draco, the laughter still echoing in his ears.
Everything had been easy for them from the start. They moved together perfectly as if in a dance. Each step as natural as the first. But this, finally, this, was something difficult. Something that made Harry feel sick at the thought of saying it, at the thought of the consequences if he had misjudged the situation, at the thought of rejection. But even sicker at the thought of not saying it, like if he didn’t let it out, it would come up forcefully all on its own whether Harry was ready or not.
Harry breathed in, looked into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, and decided it was worth it. That Draco was worth it. He’d finally found the words for what he’d been feeling for so long.
If you’re new to the series start here!Links to the other parts on the bottom.
Harry sighed and looked through his trunk again, in case he had missed something the first three times he had looked but no such luck. All his hoodies were gone. He stood, letting his trunk fall closed with a clunk and went over to his bed, pulling up the sheets and looking underneath. He hadn’t worn any of them for ages not since things had started to go bad with Draco. He winced at the thought and the ache lodged firmly in his chest tightened.
Harry looked over at Neville, “My hoodies.” he frowned faintly, “but it’s fine. I’ll just wear one of my knit jumpers.”
Neville tipped his wand up, the fine mist that had been spraying over his plants stopped. He murmured and incantation and looped his wand over the little collection of plant, encasing them in a bubble like a miniature greenhouse. “Why not just steal one of Malfoy’s?” he suggested, “He’s always stealing yours after all.”
Harry grimaced, looking over at Draco’s empty bed, “No. We’re not… on good terms.”
Neville’s eyebrows rose slightly in surprise, “You two had a fight? Well, I’m sure you’ll work it out.” He looked over his plants again and gave a little nod before turning away, “Do you want anything from the kitchens?”
Harry shook his head, smiling weakly, “No thanks.”
Neville left and Harry realized he was still staring at Draco’s bed and pulled his eyes away. He stopped though when he noticed a green jumper laying over the end of Draco’s bed. It was darker than Slytherin green and was finely woven, unlike his jumpers from Molly.
Y/N shuffled tightly against Harry, who had her laid spread out in the backseat of his car. The air was heavy, the windows fogged from their constant breathing and panting. The car was parked in a secluded area of the neighborhood, under a tree and away from the eyes of the neighbors.
“Fuck.” Harry groaned. “I’m too tall for this I can’t — I can’t line up.”
Y/N laughed, the tops of her breasts brushing against Harry’s chest. She leaned her head sideways and watched Harry awkwardly struggle to position his hips to hers but every time he leaned back, his back would smack into the door making it cramped and uncomfortable. His legs hung squished around her legs, one knee straining to hold him up above Y/N.
“This is really funny.” Y/N giggled, linking her arms around his shoulders.
“Ya think so?” Harry rolled his eyes, lowering his hand to where her legs lay open for him and laughing back when her whole body twitched from his touch. He worked his fingers up, stroking the velvet walls he longed to be submerged in.
“Here, hold on,” Y/N gasped, taking his wrist and scooting his fingers out from inside of her. “Sit up, sit up.”
Harry complied with slight hesitation, knocking his knees into hers as she followed him up, nudging his chest to lay against the car seat as she ungracefully climbed over his legs and onto his lap.
“Fuck, you’re so smart.” He groaned, grasping the ends of her hair. Without delay he positioned his cock and knocked up, holding onto Y/N’s waist to him.
“It feels deeper this way anyways.” Y/N sighed, swiveling her hips and leaning forward to hug their sticky bodies. Each thrust caused little oh’s to fall from her lips, Harry’s grip tightening on her waist with each sound.
Y/N lifted her head from his shoulder and only then spotted the group of teens — the whole lot of them carrying oversized coffee drinks and sporting snapback hats — walking towards them, completely oblivious to Harry and Y/N just before them.
“Fuck,” Y/N gasped, tensing as Harry quickened his pace. “Harry, Harry pull out.”
“Not a chance.” He groaned low.
“Harry there are people!”
Y/N cried out as Harry hit deep inside of her, the one spot that nobody had never touched before. She breathed heavily as Harry laid kisses and bites along her throat.
“Want me to pull out now?” He smiled into her hair, cradling her head to him as she stiffened against him, his thrusting never ceasing.
“I hate you.” She groaned.
“Come for me, sweetheart.”
The group of teens, their chatting becoming louder as they neared, stopped all together as they passed the car. Y/N whined loudly as she hit her high, Harry following seconds after with his own moans.
Y/N leaned back after a minute, squishing Harry’s cheek together with her thumb and forefinger. “I hate you so much.”
Harry laughed a loud, boyish laugh and pecked her once. “I think not.”