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for the @drarrymicrofic prompt bound

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt butt

Harry was less scared when he was dead. He could move at King’s Cross. Talk. Decide.

Inside this curse? Nothing.

Draco materialises in Harry’s mind, grip solid on Harry’s jacket.

“It will hurt,” Draco says. “But you’ll be out.”

Harry blinks. All he’s got.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt incline

“What the bollocksing fuck.” Harry stares at the orb, sweating in his curse-breaking jacket. “They want us to not be partners? Over this? What does reaching completion even—”

Draco slaps the orb off the desk. It shatters on the floor. 

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt charm

“Listen, mate,” Weasley says in an infuriating Healer tone. "With a bond like this one—”

“Bring him here, or I'll use an Unforgivable on you. I’ll enjoy it.”

“Draco, I know—”

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt hesitate

When Draco says Hello. Hogwarts, too? Harry says yes.

When Draco says You need not believe me, Potter, but I’m sorry Harry says me too.

When Draco shouts jump from the other side of the curse-chasm, Harry says nothing and leaps.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt survive

Draco doesn’t go to Azkaban by virtue of being too broken to stand trial. To stand at all, really. St Mungo’s is an eggshell blur, splitting pain in his spine, aftershock upon aftershock upon aftershock upon—

The white becomes a teacup. A warm hand supports Draco’s head.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt dream

“Have you got the time?” Draco asks.

The clock hands spin and spin. Harry’s Tempus dissolves into squiggles. So, no.

“It’s rather bright,” Draco comments.

It is, it’s horrible, but the switch does nothing, same as Nox. So, no.

“Are we married?” Draco murmurs.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt tremble

Dear Ron,

Don’t be cross, can’t make it to the Burrow. Everything’s fine!!! Had aaaaaaaa big huge thick a thing come up at the last mo, total bollocks how that’s happening fuck fuck how that happens. I’m going to com Sorry I can’t come, give your mum my hello !

Inflection

Betrayal

Hullaballoo

Equanimity

Penchant

Luminescence

Nomad

Petrichor

Card 3 for Microfic May, my final card (!!), is done! Better slightly late than never 🙃

for the @microficmay prompt petrichor

The first rain in weeks patters outside the open window. Harry sprawls, sleep-warm, heavy. He’s dreaming of Draco in the garden: a wordless I love you.

Toffee, their owl, rattles at the sill with the Prophet.

Harry stirs. “You leaving?”

“No, darling.” Draco gathers Harry in. “I’m only waking up.”

for the @microficmay prompt nomad

Love is a challenge to Harry, like everything else.

He does his level best to break it before it can get broken or stolen or killed. 

But Draco has seen Harry’s dreams. The ribbon was never incongruent. It was an addition. Someone unyielding, but soft.

for the @microficmay prompt luminescence

At Hermione’s insistence, they pre-empt the Prophet in July.

POTTER TURNS TWENTY-FIVE IN WILTSHIRE

In the photo, Harry and Draco hold a staged conversation with the Manor as a backdrop. A peacock interrupts, tail fanned, squawking. Harry laughs, his smile sudden and bright. Draco’s surprise and delight are entirely genuine.

for the @microficmay prompt penchant

Harry is not in bed. He’s asleep in the cupboard with a blanket and pillow smelling faintly of toast. Ron’s magic.

Draco waits at Harry’s feet.

Harry stretches his legs into Draco’s lap, then wakes, pink-cheeked.

“You haven’t put me off,” Draco says.

“Did I come close?”

“Not even slightly.”