Do you still love me? (Drarry oneshot)
Request: Married life au where Draco comes home from work…
Fandom: The largest fandom known in the fandomverse. *Dumbledore in movie GoF* ’HARRY POTTER!”
Summary: It’s the week of Harry and Draco’s anniversary, however the mood isn’t exactly right. With Draco being distant and Harry hanging around his now close friend, Ginny, their ‘Special Day’ is sure to be a memorable one.
Greeted with cold air once more, Harry James wiped the dried tears from his face as he left the big, cold-on-one-side bed. There was still an imprint in the sheets, left behind by Draco Lucius, his husband. At least, Harry hoped he still was. Draco had been distant recently, at the start of the week he had slowly drifted away and now Harry barely saw him. He would come home from work after Harry and their adoptive son, Teddy, had gone to sleep. Then, he would leave early in the morning without as much as a kiss goodbye.
Previously Harry was okay with it, Maybe he’s got a lot going on at work, but today was different, it was their anniversary.
Maybe he’s got a lot going on at work.
Maybe there was an emergency.
Maybe, maybe he forgot.
Harry was slowly loosing hope, and that’s one of the worst things to do.
Later that day, a red-head walked through the door of the great manor. One that was Harry’s close friend. One that had five older brothers and originally had a crush on the celebrity in her early years. Ginevra Molly Weasley (soon to be Longbottom), had arrived at Harry’s request. Fortunately, she answered his call. Unfortunately, no-one else did. No-one else wished him a “HAPPY ANNIVERSARY”, come to think of it, everyone’s been keeping their distance, not just Draco. Snap out of it Harry. You’re probably over-thinking it. The rest of the afternoon was filled with baking, resulting in a very messy kitchen (thank-you tiny werewolf child), and watching a movie snuggled up on the couch.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Not trusting his own voice, Harry shook his head. Ginny gently placed his head down on her chest, it was something her mother did. It was a sign of caring. It was comforting, hearing the sound of a heart-beat, being held in a warm embrace. Harry wondered if this was what it would have been like if he had a mother when he was younger. Someone to hold him tightly enough to push the pieces back together.
The click of a door was heard. Lifting his head up, Harry saw no signs of someone entering the living room. So someone must have left. Furrowing his eyebrows he looked at the clock above the door. It read 3:14, that’s strange. Draco shouldn’t be home yet. Harry carefully left the couch and started walking towards the door, quietly so that he wouldn’t disrupt the movie. “Wion? Where are you going?” Teddy asked from the blue beanbag (that seemed to match his current hair colour) on the floor. Harry smiled at Teddy’s pronunciation of the word ‘lion’ “I’m just going to check something that’s all. Stay here and be good for Aunty Ginny.” Harry kissed Teddy’s forehead before leaving the room.
Blood boiling, heart racing, face turning red. Draco was experiencing all of these when he saw his husband in such an intimate position with the “Darling Weasley that should be with the Potter’s son because they are a perfect match”, and on their anniversary of all days. As quickly as the burning flame called anger passed through him, it disappeared, subsiding into a dull blue ocean of tears as reality struck him. One, Ginny was engaged, to Longbottom of all people. If she was getting cosy with harry why would she say yes to Neville? Two, Harry was loyal. He wouldn’t do that to Draco. Would he? No. Of course not. Draco was trying his hardest not to spill the anniversary surprise to Harry that he became distant. That’s why Harry sought a friend, to comfort him. After all, that’s what they were. Only friends. Just because the Weasley girl had a crush on him when they were younger, shouldn’t mean that they’re more than friends now. Right?
Closing the door quietly he uncharacteristically ran to the nearest bathroom, locking himself in. Not knowing that a certain famous wizard was following him.
Harry neared the bathroom, trailing the sound of held back sobs. Arriving at the door he tried to open it. Discovering it’s locked state Harry knocked, but no-one answered. In fact, the crying stopped, the only sound was of someone quietly rushing around. Harry knocked again. “Draco?” No reply. “Draco is everything alright?” Harry was greeted with silence once more. “Draco I’m coming in” doing a quick “alohamora” Harry entered the somewhat luxurious bathroom. He carefully approached the blonde, the one that was hiding behind the, much to Lucius’ displeasure, Gryffindor curtain in the bathtub. Harry was so focused on the lean figure that he didn’t have time to survey the state of the bathroom. The products that were once place neatly on the counter, were now littered across the floor. A Gryffindor-wrapping-paper-covered parcel had been thrown amongst the spilt liquid soap and constant-colour-changing nail polish (that Luna had insisted on buying, much to the pleasure of Teddy). “Is everything okay?” Harry asked in a soft voice. Pulling back the curtain he was met with a red-eyed, pale face. One that looked much like the boy from all those years ago, hiding away in a bathroom at Hogwarts. Distressed. However, it was different this time. Instead of being scared and torn, he was sad and torn. Blaming himself for the pain he caused his Husband. “I don’t deserve you.” Draco whispered ever so quietly, his voice breaking as Harry climbed into the bathtub with him. “Sorry? I didn’t quite hear that. Would you mind saying that again? You don’t have to though, we can just sit here for however long you want.” Harry spoke softly. It was silent for a few moments before Draco spoke up again, Harry’s arm now around his waist. “D-do you, do you still love me?” Shocked by the question Harry didn’t answer, unknowingly his arm loosened it’s hold. Draco felt his hope disappear in the silence. “If I didn’t love you after the hell we’ve been through, would I have married you Malfoy?” Harry finally spoke up. Draco chuckled a little, the mood lightening up. “Do you always have to have a sassy remark for everything? And by the way, It’s Potter.”
Well, that took a little longer to write than what I thought, but I had fun.
Thankyou d-umbledores for requesting.
And for those wondering what Teddy’s nickname would be for Draco it’s (as he pronounces) Fewwet (curtesy of Uncle Ron).
Here is a little ending scene that I didn’t know how to write in the actual story as I wanted the oneshot to end the way it did:
Draco summoned the wrapped parcel over to their surprisingly comfortable bath. “Here. Happy Anniversary Potter.” Harry smiled at his husband as he unwrapped the gift. Although ‘tore it into oblivion’ would be a more accurate description. He held in his hands a leather-bound book, untying the band he opened it to reveal a beautiful Photo Album. The smile on his face grew wider and brightened even more at the site of the happy couple. All their friends were in their too, along with Teddy. All the photos collected over the years, including the ones before they married showed happy smiles and funny moments. Harry felt like he could stare all day, reminiscing about all the good times. He was so wowed by the present that he almost forgot to give Draco one back. But Draco was fine with that, just the look on Harry’s face felt like it was worth more than the very manor they lived in. Harry looked over at his husband and not even a second past before he caught Draco’s lips with his. No words could describe how happy and thankful he was, so Harry thought a kiss might work.
After a few moments of sweet bliss, Harry pulled away suddenly remembering his gift. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the disappointed look on Draco’s face as he did so. Reaching into his hoodie pocket, Harry revealed a stunning, but simple necklace. It had a black band and from it hung a glass pendant in the shape of a water droplet. Draco’s grey eyes stared at the crystal-clear glass in awe. Harry unclipped it and placed it around Draco’s neck, letting it fall delicately onto his chest. As soon as it came in contact with him a liquid-like-mist (much like the one in the pensieve Harry noted) filled the glass. It changed from a black colour to a light peach. It was a mood necklace, one that was made in the wizarding world. And because of that, there was a slight twist. I didn’t show the mood of the person wearing it, but rather of the person with the matching necklace. Harry pulled out a similar one and placed it on himself. “There, now we’re connected a little bit more.”
A few moments passed in a comfortable silence. Draco resting his head on Harry’s shoulder, playing with his rough, spare hand as the other was wrapped around Draco’s waist again. “What time is it?” Draco inquired. Harry peered around the curtain and looked at the clock on the opposite wall “3:57. Why?”
“We should get going. It’s almost time for part 2 of your anniversary gift.” Draco began to leave the bath, and a husband with a sad look on his face. “Do we have to go? What even is Part 2?” Harry asked getting cold from the sudden absence of a second body. “Yes, we have to go. What’s better than seeing photos of your friends?”
“Uhhh. Getting back in the bath and enjoying your company?”
“Well, I’m honoured Potter but we mustn’t keep your friends waiting. They’ve been helping me plan this party for a week and if we cancel it they’d probably hex me into oblivion. Show some curtesy. You wouldn’t won’t your husband to get killed now would you?” Harry smirked at his posh-ish behaviour, getting up he kissed Draco on the forehead before leaving the bathroom. “No, I suppose not, Love.”
Hope you enjoyed.