Drarry pride (if your still doing the ship and word thing)
For anon and for @unadulteratedstorycollector & @carpemermaidtales <3
Everything about Potter is somehow larger than life.
He takes up space wherever he goes. His laughter, his smile, his magic - equally imposing as it is impressive. His sheer existence is impossible not to notice. There’s a kind of power and confidence in the way he walks, the way he casts spells, and especially in the way he kisses.
There’s a boldness in Potter that is addictive.
It takes Draco by surprise therefore when, without a word about it, Potter suddenly starts wearing a small striped pink and purple pin on his clothing.
Potter wears it on his Auror robes, he wears it on the soft cotton shirts that Draco claims to hate but secretly loves, he even wears it on his dress robes at the first Ministry Ball he asks Draco to attend with him after dating for only a few weeks. If Potter has clothing on then the pin is there.
Draco waits weeks for Potter to explain before his curiosity gets the best of him and he finds his fingers reaching out to touch it tentatively.
“What does it mean?” Draco asks.
Potter looks exposed in that moment, smaller somehow. It unnerves Draco in ways he doesn’t want to examine, in ways that make him feel as if he’s seeing him for the first time.
“Bisexual pride flag,” Potter whispers, his eyes unwavering.
“Why don’t you talk about it?” Draco finds himself asking, his thumb gliding across Potter’s jawline.
“It’s there if anyone looks hard enough. It’s there if anyone cares to ask.”
“I care,” Draco whispers, not sure if he’s talking about Potter or the pin; perhaps they’re the same thing. “I’m looking.”
“What do you see?” Potter asks, tilting his head to the side as he grabs Draco’s hand, moving his lips to the inside of his wrist. It’s the most fleeting of kisses and Draco has never felt so owned in all his life.
“You,” he whispers. “I see you.”
