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FRESH START
It's a hand shake, fifteen years later.
It's 'you wish' spoken smirking not sneering.
It's a congratulatory pat on the shoulder for a Snitch well caught.
It's drinks after work, even without Ginny and Pansy.
It's 'I love you' whispered in the bathroom instead of a spell made for enemies.
Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt "fresh", 50 words yay !
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Knocked Up
Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Blue'
“It’s blue.”
“What do you mean ‘blue’?”
“I mean I’m pregnant you ignorant prat!”
“Pregnant?”
“Knocked up, bun in the oven, preggos, up the duff, pregnant!”
“Fuck.”
“Well, at least I know where you stand now.”
“Where I stand? What?”
“Nevermind. I have to go.”
“Draco, wait. No! We need to talk about this.”
“What you want seems pretty clear to me, what is there to discuss?”
“Everything! Like where we’ll live, how much time off I should take, names!”
“Names - what?”
“You can choose, of course. I mean you’ll be the one carrying it, of course you should choose. I just - maybe James as a middle name, if it’s a boy. You know, for my dad?”
“What?”
“You don’t like it. Okay, it’s okay, we still have time to figure it out, right?”
“Harry, stop. You - you want this? With me?”
“This? The baby? Of course, I do. I mean, I know we’ve only been together for a short time, but I like it. Us. And now, we’re going to be a family.”
“Oh.”
“Fuck, I didn’t think - I - Do you not want this?”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
“Harry, I don’t mean - “
“No, no it’s alright. Of course you don’t want… I’m just too… Makes sense really. What do I know about family anyway, huh?”
“No, Harry! What do I know about family! I never thought I’d had this, you, us. And now a baby? I promised myself I would never be my father, what if it’s the only way I know? What if I’m unable to love it?”
“Draco… You’re not your father, not in any regards. You’d never let yourself be and to be honest, neither would I. The question is, do you want us - me and this baby - in your life? Do you see us in your future?”
“I - yeah. Yes, I want it, all of it.”
“Okay, you scared me for a minute. Can I kiss you now? I’ve been dying to since you called me an ignorant prat.”
“Yes.”
“Come here, love.”
Written for @drarrymicrofic June 1st prompt "Love Letters"
"Don't forget your Healer appointment this afternoon" really means "I want you around for a long time".
"It's going to rain today" really means "Be careful, be safe".
"Ron and Hermione are coming for dinner tomorrow" really means "Your friends are my friends too now".
"Owl me when you get there" really means "I'll miss you".
"I want you on your knees as soon as I get home" really means "I need you, make the pain go away".
"I guess I have you to thank for the flowers on my desk. Show-off" really means "I love you, don't ever stop loving me".
Draco's love language is not easy or straightforward, but Harry can understand him just fine anyway.
Written for the song prompt "Hold it against me" @drarrymicrofic WC: 450
WANNA KNOW JUST HOW YOU FEEL
Draco stumbles onto the dance floor in a heep of uncoordinated limbs. He's drunk on the noise, the smell, the bodies around him. The club is nothing like he imagined before Pansy dragged him there. It's even better. Muggles may know a thing or two after all.
He tries moving to the music, how hard can it be? Hasn't he learnt from an early age how to be graceful? Apparently, fencing and valsing have close to nothing to do with what's happening here, because Draco feels ridiculous. He's almost about to give up and join the bar when he feels a pair of hands wrapping around his waist from behind.
"Just follow me." Says the voice in his ear. It's awfully familiar but too husky for Draco to recognize its owner. He tries to comply. At first, it's hard not to struggle against the movement of the stranger's hips. Soon, though, Draco is shamelessly moving in sync with his dance partner, grinding his ass into the other man's crotch.
Perhaps it's the setting, the adrenaline rush or the maddening smell of the stranger, but Draco is incredibly turned on. He has a brief thought for his father, a regular occurence in this sort of situation. Lucius would be appalled, disgusted even. Somehow that thought arouses Draco even more. He's fucked up like that.
The next song begins, with it a new rhythm to navigate. The man behind him tightens his hold on Draco's hips and whispers in his ear again.
"You're so bloody hot, Draco." Before Draco can react to the use of his name, the stranger is mouthing along the back of his neck. A shot of arousal zings through Draco's body and he has to take a deep breath to grab a hold of himself.
He attempts to turn around on the man's arms, ready to demand an identity. His dance partner wont' allow it, he forces Draco back into position and leans into his ear again. "Don't. If you look at me, you'll … Just please, a little longer?"
To say Draco's intrigued would be the understatement of the year. Who would he reject on sight? Who does he hate enough that they would fear his reaction? Fuck. Of course that's him, because why wouldn't it be? When has Draco ever been able to be free of him?
At the feeling of Draco tensing in his arms, the man - Potter? - sighs painfully. "Right." He says. His arms are slowly dropping at Draco's sides, his hips no longer in contact with his back.
Draco only has half a second to make up his mind. Without realizing it, he's already moving his hands to Harry's forearms.
"Come here, stay."
Written for @drarrymicrofic 15th prompt : parallel
Thank you to @nv-md for your help, and a special dedication to @harwypottah that requested another wolfstar :)
"We can't Draco. Your family, they won't accept this, us."
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"I don't care about my family Moony. They'll disown me, so what?"
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"Maybe I'll be the one to disown them. Can you imagine Father's face?"
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"I can already hear Walburga screaming insults at us from here."
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"You would do that? For me?"
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"Remus, you should know by now there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."
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"I love you, Harry."
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"I love you too, Sirius."
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May 21st prompt "First Time" @drarrymicrofic
THE LIES WE TELL OURSELVES
"I love you, Harry."
For a second, Harry sees blond hair instead of red, pointy nose and chin instead of freckles and soft smile. His hands are no longer on round hips but pressed against a hard chest.
He squeezes Ginny harder, to ground himself, to return to the moment and leave the fantasy behind.
"I love you too, Gin."
And this right there, is the first time he ever lies to her. It won't be the last.
Written for @drarrymicrofic June 11th prompt "Wolf"
Thank you @phoebedelia and @fw00shy for your help :)
"You don't have to do this Draco, I've been handling it alone for a long time now."
"Doesn't mean you should have to."
Several hours later, full moon high in the sky, the Forest bears witness to another love transcending shapes and forms. A wolf and a dog together again, like old times.
YOU MAKE ME WONDER
Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt "curiosity"
Sure, I think about it sometimes. The curve of his upper lip, the taste of it. How his silver hair would feel in my fist, the way his body would curl around mine. I mean, it’s pretty normal to be curious about these things. Does he taste sweet or spicy? What sounds does he make when he comes? Would he keep his eyes open or shut them tight? It’s not anything weird at all, right?
