Hey!! I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love all of your Drarry drabbles. Like, honestly, they are so fluffy, adorable and they make my heart melt. I don't know whether you take prompts or not atm. If you do... would you mind writing something about Draco being insecure and/or hurt and Harry being there for him? Thank you so much if you do and keep up with your awesome work!! ;)
JFC!! Thank you so so much! 💖💖💖
Soooo, I ended up writing way more than I originally planned :D
Here’s a little excerpt - you can read the rest on ao3 :)
I hope you like it, sweetie :)
“Did you bring any Treacle tart?”
“What do you think, Potter?”
Harry smiles as he closes the door and watches Draco walk into his kitchen. It still astonishes him, sometimes, how easy and light everything is between them. Hermione warned him several times not to rush into things, but it doesn’t feel that way to Harry. Being with Draco just feels… natural. It’s only been a few months, but they’ve known each other for ten years, now. And things have been going so smoothly thus far.
Harry leans against the wall and lets out a sigh. That’s not true. Telling himself over and over again that everything is alright doesn’t make it real. He smiles sadly as Draco pokes his head out of the kitchen and tells him dinner is ready.
Is it really that important? Harry asks himself. Come on, it’s not really a problem is it? You can live with it, right? You can-
“Stop lying to yourself,” Harry mutters through gritted teeth. He really can’t live with it. It makes Harry feel insecure and question whether Draco is really invested in this. He almost feels childish for making a big deal out of it, but he can’t help it. It hurts. Because as easy and light everything is when they are together, there is one thing Draco never does; he never spends the night.
Whenever Harry turns around to face him, still panting, still feeling the delicious tingle all over his body, he finds Draco has already climbed out of bed, reaching for his clothes. Harry tries not to show how hurt he is when Draco smiles awkwardly at him and gives him a quick peck before he leaves.
That’s why Harry never spends the night at Draco’s either. Draco clearly doesn’t want that, so Harry always apparates back to his flat, feeling cold and empty inside. He knows he can’t go on like this. He’s miserable. But he likes the stupid git so much and Draco seems to like him, too, so what is his problem?
That night, Harry makes sure Draco is pinned under him when he screams Harry’s name and his whole body shudders. He wraps his arms around Draco’s neck and rests his head on his chest. He deliberately presses Draco into the mattress with his whole body weight. He can’t help but smile when Draco’s fingers carefully begin to caress his back. They stay like that for a few moments before Draco starts squirming.
“I think I should go,” Draco mutters. A pang runs through his chest and Harry tightens his grip around Draco’s neck.
Thank you, @jet-playin, for being the most amazing beta! 💖💖💖