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@drarrymicrofic for the prompt BLINK

“Good morning, Mr Potter,” Narcissa Malfoy greets. “I trust you had a good night.”

“Why am I here?” Harry demands, trying to recall how he could have ended up in where he is pretty sure is Malfoy Manor.

“Well, you ignored all our invitations to meet,” Mrs Malfoy says. “We suspected it might be because you do not have our floo address and require some help getting here.”

Harry glares at her. “That doesn't explain why I'm here.”

“Straight to the point then, I see. First off, congratulations on your coming out,” Mr Malfoy says, as he levitates a love seat, bringing it closer to the bed. He and his wife take a seat on it across from Harry. “Now, I would congratulate you on your engagement to my son, but I believe that part can wait until you formally and properly ask for his hand.”

Harry blinks, ignoring how his heart beats faster at the words. “I'm not engaged to Malfoy. I'm definitely not going to ask you or him for that matter.”

“Oh, but you will, Mr Potter,” Mr Malfoy informs him. “Our son has no interest in any of the matches we have arranged for him. He has set his gaze on you and will not be persuaded on anyone else. We want grandchildren, you see, and more than that, we want our son's happiness. If that means having you for a son in law, then so be it."

Heat curls low in Harry's stomach at the news Malfoy likes him, but he squashes it. “That sounds like a you problem. Now, unless you really miss your room in Azkaban, I suggest you release me right now.”

Harry feels a bolt of lightning travel through his spine at Draco's giggle.

Draco is giggling.

Giggling.

He has heard Draco make all kinds of sounds: snickering, cackling, jeering, even chuckling, but he has never heard Draco giggle.

The sound is fragile and precious. It is his new favorite sound and while it may be too soon to tell, Harry feels like he is about to be addicted to it.

Pride unfurls in Harry's chest as something flutters in his stomach at the thought that it is he who pulls the sound from Draco.

He drapes an arm over Draco’s shoulder, hand settling at the nape to draw him into a kiss, swallowing the rest of Draco's giggles.

For @drarrymicrofic prompt for this weeek: Overdrive

No one has seen Malfoy in days.

Harry feels like he might crawl out of his skin; how is nobody else concerned or at least curious that Draco Malfoy has been absent from all school activities in several days?

Harry spends his meal times looking between the door and the Slytherin table, hoping to catch a glimpse of that shiny head of blonde hair. He spends his classes with the Slytherins watching the door, hoping the git will make an entrance. Most of his nights are occupied with staring at the Malfoy dot on the Marauders map, which has not left the dungeons in days.

The sixth-year Slytherins won't give Harry the time of day. No one will talk to him about what could be wrong with Malfoy or why he has not left the Slytherin dorm.

Since no one will tell him anything, Harry decides to take matters into his own hands and find out for himself what Malfoy was up to. He waits until dinner time, when he is certain the dungeon will be as empty as possible, hidden under the invisibility cloak, he heads towards the Slytherin dorm. He slips in just as a group of third years head out for dinner.

He expected to find Malfoy in a number of conditions when he finally saw the blond. Harry's mind has been going through different scenarios to figure out what might have happened to make Malfoy stuck in his dorm, each scenario is worse than the last, to the point where he feels like his brain is going into overdrive. But what he had not anticipated was finding a shrunken version of Malfoy.

He thinks the kid, who looks more like the child Harry had met at Madam Malkins than the sixth-year student Harry had seen less than a week ago, is Malfoy. They both have the same features, from the shiny blond hair, pointy face, the grip of the fingers on the quill, down to the way the kid's eyebrows are drawn together in concentration as he studies the Arithmancy text.

Harry pulls off the cloak once he's sure the dorm is empty. “Malfoy?” he asks.

The kid's head whips up to find Harry, takes a good long look at Harry and sneers. “Who are you?” the child asks.

If he doubted that this child was Malfoy before, the sneer is all the confirmation Harry needs. Usually, that would have led to Harry saying something snarky in response, but this time, Harry feels a wave of affection wash over him at the familiar sight. “I'm Harry,” he says, smiling gently. “What happened to you?”

Malfoy's gaze is assessing as he gives Harry another once over. “Harry,” he repeats, like he is testing the word. His words are softer this time. “Harry Potter?” Harry can only nod. “Are we friends?”

“They say you're dating Harry Potter now,” Myrtle informs him the moment he steps into the bathroom.

“That would be true.” Draco's grin is involuntary. The ghost, who had become one of his dearest friends, does not share in his joy.

“You can do much better,” she advises.

“Much better than The Boy Who Lived? I thought you liked Harry. You were happy to help me seduce him two years ago.”

“That was before he hurt you. Harry Potter cannot be trusted.”

“Come on, Myrtle, cut him some slack. He didn't know what would happen when he cast the spell.”

“He was supposed to help you! I told him you needed help, yet he hurt you. Why would you want to be with someone who hurt you so badly?”

“He is sorry, and he swore it won't happen again,” Draco promises.