#supportive harry

I *might* cry

That's exactly how I see it. Louis has always been gentle and sweet, and a lot of his "loud" behavior comes across (IMO) as a way to protect himself.

@dhrmonth

Hermione was so screwed.

The war had been going on for years and the plans they had been executing have all been at a stalemate. Until they received an intel that the last horcrux was going to be transported to a new location that night, at Knockturn Alley.

Hermione argued that they had to act immediately but the Order was adamant that it was too risky since they still hadn't recovered from the last ambush. They needed more time to regroup and reevaluate the next move.

But Hermione didn't agree. Their resources were dwindling along with their numbers and with every second they delay the war, the more at risk he would be.

So it was that way of thinking that got Hermione to where she was now - in the streets of Knockturn swarming with Death Eaters, by herself.

In stolen Death Eater robes, she adjusted her mask and pulled over her hood as she turned to a secluded part of the alley. The bastards were everywhere, but, as she expected, their numbers were also affected from the last encounter.

A few minutes later, she saw it- a wooden box being transported by six people that could only be what she thinks it is. As she was about to step forward, her path was blocked from view by two familiar faces - Dolohov and Greyback.

Well, shit.

"Who do we have here?", Dolohov asked, eyes roving her body. She knew the robes were too tight for her, damn it.

"I haven't seen you around before, or I would have noticed.", Greyback said, his leering gaze darkening.

Hermione tried, but failed, to pace her running heartbeat because she knew Greyback would notice it.

And from his change in stance, she guessed he did.

She prepared to run when a large hand - warm and familiar - wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him. Hermione closed her eyes and released a shuddering breathe.

"There you are, love. Sorry, I'm late. I've been looking everywhere for you.", Draco whispered in her ear suggestively, enough for the two other men to hear. Hermione could feel the tension and anger in his voice, and she knew it was not only directed at them.

The two men tensed and turned to leave.

Draco pulled her angrily to an abandoned shop and pinned her body to his. He whispered a silencing charm before his right hand curled around her throat - gentle but firm, strong and comforting.

"What the fuck are you doing here alone, Hermione?", Draco hissed, venom leaking from his tone, his face only inches from hers.

"I told the Order this intel so they would send their battalion here in full. Your brain may be worth half of theirs combined but you need the numbers to pull this off.", he continued.

Hermione was breathing hard. It had been years since they had been this close. The last was in an alcove during the battle of Hogwarts - when he decided to join the Dark Lord's ranks to spy for them.

She missed him. Merlin, she missed him terribly.

Hermione took off her mask and looked at him, really looked at him. His features had become gaunter. He'd become taller, she'd noticed, and leaner. Her fingers unconsciously touched his face.

"Draco.", she breathed, choking in a sob.

Draco's features softened and he tugged her body to his, enveloping her with his warmth. Hermione melted into him.

"I tried to convince them, Draco, but they didn't listen.", she said, voice trembling.

Draco kissed her brow reverently, and with a final squeeze, he loosened his grip. "You have to go."

Hermione pulled herself away and searched his face, eyes blazing. "This war needs to end now. Every second this war is delayed is a risk to your life; and that's not a risk I am willing to take."

"So, what, you come here all by yourself and risk yours?!", he all but shouted.

Before Hermione could reply, a loud bang rattled their surroundings and shouts and screams were heard from outside. Draco pulled Hermione behind him protectively. Hermione slapped his arm away and stood beside him, wand out. Draco scoffed.

Then, the door to their building burst open and Ron Weasley went flying to their feet. He stood and dusted his jacket, then lurched forward -when he noticed them. He looked at both of them expectantly, totally not baffled why they were in a secluded place, together.

"They you are! C'mon, let's get this show on the road!", he shouted over the commotion.

Hermione stepped closer. "Ron! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you guys, obviously. Harry didn't agree with the Order as well and knew you'd be coming here by yourself. We had to plan this under their nose and turns out, a number of us agreed with you.", Ron explained. And before Hermione could reply, he'd ran outside in a battle cry.

"Well, isn't this convenient.", was all Draco could say. He turned to Hermione and kissed her fiercely. She returned the kiss fervently.

And with that, they joined the fray.

Supportive Harry wearing the yellow David Hockney tote in the recent running club video 😌

"Don't laugh!" Draco shouted through the door of their bedroom.

He rolled his eyes and turned the page of his quidditch magazine. "Draco, I never laugh at your new clothes," he called back. It was true, he didn't, Draco sometimes picked the loudest, most ostentatious patterns imaginable; sometimes he picked cloaks that changed color based on his mood; once, memorably, he'd even found a hat with enormous peacock feathers. He'd never laughed, because he understood that clothes were an outlet for Draco, a way of being who he felt like he was on the inside. "I promise," he added.

When the door didn't open after a few more moments of silence, Harry set down his magazine, "Draco?"

"Yes," the other man said through the door. "Yes, coming."

The door opened a crack but Draco didn't emerge, "Promise," he said. "Swear on our marriage and our nonexistent children that you won't laugh."

"Baby," he said, standing from the couch and moving toward the door. "I promise. I won't laugh."

"Sit down," Draco said, peaking around the corner, just his forehead and eyes visible. "Sit down and close your eyes. I can't do it if you're looking at me."

He frowned but did as Draco asked.

The door creaked as it opened the rest of the way, and the sound of Draco's bare feet padding across the floor made the pit of Harry's stomach warm. He could feel Draco's presence in front of him, knowing that his husband was standing there looking at him, weighing him.

"Babe," he said, holding his hands out and waiting for Draco's to fill them. His fingers clasped Harry's, shaking just a little. "Hey," he said softly, "I love you. All of you. I'm not going to laugh."

After a shaking exhale, Draco gave Harry's hands a squeeze and took a step back, "Open your eyes," he murmured.

Harry was not in any way prepared for the sight before him. Draco was wearing a simple green dress, a low v-neck with thin straps, it was fitted through the bust and cinched at the waist. The whole dress was layered with chiffon that gave it a soft, dreamy quality; the skirt was full and with the layers of chiffon, Harry knew it would flare out if he twirled. He swallowed, "Wow," he managed after a moment.

"It's a lot, I know-" Draco started, tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear, "and I-"

"You look fucking gorgeous," Harry interrupted. "Let me see the back?"

Slowly, Draco turned, showing Harry an equally deep v in the back with a crisscross of thin straps that helped to keep the top of the dress tight to his torso. All of the freckles he'd gotten in the sun on their vacation last month were a stark contrast to the pale of his skin.

"You look amazing," he said again as Draco turned to face him once more.

Draco ducked his head, cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Harry was about to ask him to do a real spin so he could admire the skirt when Draco blurted, "I don't think I'm always a boy."

He blinked but before he could say anything, Draco continued.

"And I don't think I'm a girl," he said uncertainly. "I just," he shrugged, helplessly, eyes welling up with tears, "I think there's something broken inside of me," he whispered.

"Oh," Harry said, standing and pulling him into his arms, "sweetheart, no." He kissed Draco's temple, "there's nothing wrong with you. It's alright," he added, mentally thanking Ginny for the lecture she'd given him three years ago about one of her nonbinary team mates. "Maybe you're just nonbinary. It's alright," he repeated, holding Draco's trembling body closer.

"You thought you married a man," Draco blurted as he clung to Harry's jumper, face hidden against his shoulder. "I don't-"

"Hey," he said softly, pulling back a bit so that he could meet Draco's eyes, "sweetheart," he murmured, heart aching with the thought that Draco might have been keeping this from him because he was afraid of how Harry might react. "I love you. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as, it won't change that I love you. I love the person you are," he said, "Everything else is just how you get to feel comfortable in your own skin. I want you to be happy."

"I don't know who I am," Draco whispered.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, "I'd like to be with you while you find out, if you'll let me?"

Draco swallowed, gaze flickering between Harry's eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, love. I'm positive."

Slowly Draco nodded, "I'd like that."

He kissed Draco's cheek, "Can I admire you in your new dress a little more?"

With a shy little smile that Harry utterly adored, Draco nodded and stepped back, wiping his eyes.

"Well, give us a proper spin, then," Harry said.

Draco spun and the skirt flared, twirling around as Draco laughed, face open and radiant in a way that Harry wasn't sure he'd ever seen.

"I should take you out," Harry said, capturing him in his spinning and pulling Draco into his arms again before starting to dance around the living room. "We should go out dancing."

Draco shook his head, "what would people say?"

"That you're gorgeous," he said, "but respectfully because if they didn't say it respectfully, I'd punch them."

"Harry," Draco sighed, "the press-"

"What if we went to a muggle place?" he interrupted because he knew that Draco was right but he didn't want Draco to think there was anything that Harry was ashamed of about this. "Just until you feel more confident in who you are? What if we go out and experiment together? Give you a chance to feel comfortable in your skin before we let the world know?" He tucked a strand of hair behind Draco's ear, "I want to show you off," he added, knowing how Draco loved to be seen in his new things, "you deserve to be admired in this beautiful dress."

"Are you sure?" he asked. And in the question Harry heard a thousand other insecurities.

"I've never been more sure of anything than I am of you," he replied, holding Draco's gaze with his own. "You are the love of my life. No matter what. I love you and I just want you to love you as much as I do."

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Word count: 165

Drarry microfic: changes

Draco paced around the room in circles. His hands were fidgeting with a plushie Harry had given him for his birthday last June. It was all too much. Nobody had warned him about this. He couldn’t handle this. And now…

“Hey.”

Harry’s voice brought Draco back to reality. He turned to where Harry was sitting on the couch, observing him. Slowly, Harry stood from the couch and walked over to Draco. He lifted a hand to cup the side of Draco’s face.

“Everything will be alright, my love,” he said softly.

But Draco shook his head. “No.” He clutched the plushie closer to his chest. “Too many changes.”

“I know.” Harry’s thumb caressed Draco’s cheekbone. Draco unconsciously leaned into the touch. “But I’ll still be here, okay? Whenever you feel like it gets too much, I’ll be there with you.”

Slowly, Draco nodded. Harry was right. He would still be there. Even if everything around him would change, Harry would still be by his side.

Prompt from May 16th

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