#organically

but i dunno how to spell conchus

how can i be councies

March version

3am September version after rewriting and reordering the events leading up to this FOUR TIMES and changing this specific scene enough that it's not even funny

A sock. It was the first thing Harry found of Malfoy’s. Thrown under a dresser, only revealing itself when he used one of Molly’s perfunctory cleaning charms on his room. 

That was a week after they began…whatever this was. Snogging. Fighting. Fucking. Whisking out the Floo and pretending nothing happened at the Ministry the next day.

Fuck. Rinse. Repeat.

A tie, green and silver, knotted to the bedpost. Harry’s wrists were still raw and he pocketed the silk, musing that he could slip it into Draco’s desk drawer without anyone noticing. Instead he kept it there, in the pocket of his robes where he could run the silk through his fingers while he listened to Robards drone.

Then a pair of trousers, too narrow for Harry’s hips. A jumper. More socks.

A hairbrush. Copious amounts of products and soaps and shampoos.

Til finally, one morning when Harry came down to get coffee, and he saw Draco in the kitchen, towel wrapped around his waist and his favourite mug in his hand.

“Are you just living here?” he asked, half-joking, half-serious.