Firewood
8.8K | Harry/Draco | M | enemies to lovers, epistolary elements, living together, hurt/comfort, snark and banter, pining, middle aged Drarry.
Opposite theme: Power.
For @sugareey-makes-stuff from the @hp-lawofattraction-fest
And Draco, as if it were no big deal, kneels on the ground with his owl-patterned wool socks and begins unlacing my dragonhide boots, one small loop at a time, before he carefully pulls them off my feet and places them neatly in his shoe cabinet. âWhat happened to your leg, anyway? Last time I saw you, you were perfectly fine.â âLast time I saw you, if you recall, I was not perfectly fine.â Itâs a bit strange seeing Draco like thisâin his picturesque townhouse with his buttoned cloak to the hollow of his neck, fitted black trousers, and owl socks. But thereâs a whisper of a smile on his face when he raises his eyebrows at me. âMy recollection differs from yours, it seems.â
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