1.4k (gasp) for dear anon, AU full of - family, friends to lovers, and of course pining
It was cute when they were in school, the whole rivalry thing. Dracoâs âI got an E in potionsâ versus Harryâs âmy mum sends the best parcelsâ, Dracoâs âPadfoot let me ride his bikeâ to Harryâs âIâm still faster on a broomâ. It was fine. Fun, even, rolling around the Gryffindor common room, teasing and screaming and laughing, endless nights of sneaking around and annoying the shit out of everyone.
(Draco told him once, hiding underneath a desk in an abandoned classroom, waiting for Filch to leave the library. How his Father always said heâs meant to be in Slytherin. Father, with that look in his eyes, detesting and sneering and a little hungry. But then he got Moony and Padfoot, and can you imagine the look on Padsâs face if he got sorted there? Mental. Besides, who would want to anyway. It was better to be here with Harry, making sure his stupidity didnât get him killed.)
It was still a little cute after graduation, when Harry came to stay with them for three months. Dracoâs âI know the best restaurantsâ to Harryâs âI made your favourite pastaâ, Harryâs âearly registrationâ to Dracoâs âalready have a jobâ. Moony and Padfoot let them do whatever, almost, treated them like adults, in a way Harryâs parents never really would. Although Sirius got so angry one morning, when Draco came back from a night shift he wasnât meant to do. He hasnât told anyone about it, and Pads was worried about him, wanker. Draco had tears in his eyes when he shouted back, about back off and shut up and this isnât even, a lot of âyou donât understandâs that Remus actually laughed at.
(Harry never had shouting matches like that with his parents. His mum would usually storm off to cool down, and his dad never raised his voice. But Draco and Padfoot made up before breakfast was finished, frowning around their toast and glaring at Moony, who was still laughing, and it was okay. Then at the end of summer when Draco handed them the envelope with all the money heâs savedââI just wantedâto give you something backââ Harry was glad heâd be leaving soon, because it was terrifying, watching Remus and Sirius cry so fucking much).
It was less fun during Uni, because Draco never went, and Harry had no one to compete with. Draco got a better job than his crappy summer one, and Moony got him his own bike, which was really unfair. Harryâs shitty old car used to be his granâs and it didnât go thirteen miles without falling apart. Whatever. They met every break, sometimes during the semester too. Often as they could travel. But it wasnât the same, because their lives were so different now. âSubmitted my essay on the very last minuteâ didnât really compare with âgetting an actual office here!â. And Draco looked so grown up in his black jacket and that annoying new eyeliner-habit, so good andâfar away, and it hurt, a bit. To not be a part of it all. Of his life.
(He went to see Father, he said, a rare three AM phone call the night before Harryâs organic chem exam. In prison. He went to visit him, mostly becauseâwell, he didnât really know why. And it was awful. Which Harry was a little happy about, because he always hated the man, and it was easier, he imagined, not to be so torn up. But Draco sounded so sad. Heart-breakingly so. There were lots of pauses on the phone, like Draco was smoking fifteen cigarettes one after the other. âAnyway,â he said in the end, sighed again. âDonât tell Pads or Moony. Theyâll break that manâs face, and I canât have my real dads in prison, right?â)
It got infinitely better when Harry moved to the city in work placement. Draco got his own flatâa horrible, dingy little place he was endlessly proud of, and Sirius and Remus came by every weekend. Harry loved it and hated it and decided he was moving in too, to which Draco laughed and said, I already have a room for you. Supposing he won that round.
(it was messy, and gross, and wonderful. They found the best-worst pubs in the neighbourhood and became friends with the old queer couple the floor above. A lot of things becameâclearer, and more confusing, and his mum almost got a stroke when she came to visit the first time, and dad and Sirius warded the entire place like it was a national security issue. It was amazing, and Harry was a little bit in love. Oops.)
It got worse again, because being in love (oops) meant Harry lost every single argument, seeing as he couldnât think straight anymore. He forgot to tell Draco about his big findings because the bastard wore the tightest trousers. Dracoâs âhilariousâ stories about his âhilariousâ ââhandsomeââ (!) colleague made Harry green with nausea, which meant he couldnât form any good rebuttals with his co-researchers. It was a disaster, and Harry hated losing, and losing to Draco all the moreâthen Draco got that promotion offer in Italy, andâit was getting worse and worse by the minute, because he was actually thinking of goingâ
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