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 Inevitable [Drarry]

violenttulips @violenttulips

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rose Weasley, Teddy Lupin, OC-Dottie Hewitt Additional Tags: Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy

Summary:

After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues.

Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo's Hospital.

When they meet again, it's clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival.

But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that's not about to change now.

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Excerpt:

An attractive waitress set the drinks down in front of them. "Sorry for the wait on these, boys... Oh! Are you Harry Potter?"

Based on the number of buttons she'd undone on her blouse before coming over, Draco had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question.

Harry barely glanced at her as he shrugged uncomfortably. Yes, I am."

"In that case, this is on the house."

"That's really not necessary."

She touched his arm where Draco's hand had rested a few seconds earlier, and Harry flinched, reluctantly looking up at her.

"Of course it's necessary. You saved us all from you-know-who. I wish I could give you more than a free meal and drink." She drew out the word 'more,' biting her lower lip and batting her eyelashes. "My shift ends in fifteen minutes, you know..."

Draco watched the exchange, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Harry's response to the waitress was polite, but firm. "I'm not interested. Thank you for bringing us our drinks." He gave her a slightly forced smile in an attempt to soften the clear dismissal.

The waitress huffed. "Fine." She spun on her heel and walked away.

Harry took a sip of his firewhisky and turned back to Draco, looking annoyed. "Sorry about that. I don't know why..." He waved a dismissive hand at the waitress's retreating back.

Draco stared at him incredulously. He knew precisely why the woman had come on to Harry, and it wasn't just his fame. It was those muscular shoulders and arms, tugging at his long-sleeved black tee in all the right places. It was his emerald eyes, disarmingly bright behind his glasses. It was that charming crooked grin... Once again, Draco forced himself to focus and respond. He coughed. "Does that happen a lot?"

Harry sighed. "Yeah, but I really wish it didn't."

"You're not interested in her? I mean, she was... pretty." Draco had to choke the last word out. He turned away, trying to conceal his emotional response.

The discernible jealousy in his voice gave Harry the sudden burst of Gryffindor courage he needed.

"Draco?"

The blond fought to reign in his emotions, attempting to compose his face into an apathetic expression before looking back at his friend.

"Draco. Please look at me." Harry leaned close again, placing a hand on his cheek and turning his head, forcing Draco to make eye contact. Harry's viridian eyes were dark and intense, and Draco's heart began to race as he looked into them.

"I already know who I want," Harry said softly.

"Who do you want?" Draco whispered, hope and longing rising up in his chest.

Harry lightly brushed his fingers over Draco's cheek.

"You, Draco. Just you."

"I want you, too," Draco breathed, suddenly feeling rather light-headed at the sight of Harry's soft smile as he leaned in.

He closed his eyes as Harry brushed his lips against Draco's in a slow, sweet, breathtakingly tender kiss.

Draco couldn't help the needy sound that escaped him a moment later. He ran his tongue over Harry's lower lip, begging for entrance. The raven-haired man responded beautifully, cupping his jaw with both hands and tilting his head to deepen the kiss, allowing Draco slip his tongue into his mouth and explore. Harry groaned softly as their tongues tangled together and Draco clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer across the little table between them.

In the kitchen doorway, a glass shattered in the hands of their waitress. "Told you they were on a date," her coworker crowed happily, snapping a picture. "Think the Prophet will give me some money for this?"

Harry gently pulled back after a minute, pressing one last sweet kiss against Draco's warm lips. He kept his hands on his jaw, watching as his silver-grey eyes fluttered open. They stayed that way for a few seconds, both keenly aware of the magnitude of what they'd just done, and each seeing their own feelings reflected in the other's eyes.

A slow smile spread across Harry's face, crinkling his eyes at the corners in the most endearing way, and Draco felt himself smiling back. He chuckled softly, lifting a hand to brush Harry's hair off of of his forehead, still slightly shocked by what had happened. "Harry."

The other man stroked his cheek with a warm thumb, his hands still gently holding his face. "Draco, I—"

He was interrupted by a soft tone indicating a tempus alarm from Draco's wand holstered in his sleeve. They both jumped at the sound, and Draco groaned in frustration. "I have to get back to the hospital."

"Come over after?"

Draco eyed Harry's delectable mouth again, wishing he could skip work, but he had important appointments to keep that afternoon. "Yes, of course. We should... Talk."

[Malfoy falls asleep in herbology. A bowtruckle is making a nest in his hair.

It’s long and gleaming, falling like water down his back, except for the tendrils gently woven together at the top, making a tiny little cup. The bowtruckle is dipping the ends of it in the corner of Malfoy’s parted mouth, wetting the strands slightly before threading them together. Harry thinks Malfoy might have a conniption when he wakes.

He doesn’t. Instead, he smiles, a secret thing, and gently cuts the hair attached to the nest, slowly floating it to the table, the bowtruckle along for the ride. Tiny tufts of blond stick up in the middle of his head now, an odd kind of mullet.

Harry can’t bring himself to look away. No one else seems to notice. He looks down. His bowtruckle is nowhere to be seen.]

I literally think about this opening all the time, and I’m not exaggerating. You’re brilliant! 💜

Hi mj! Not cheating at all! I'm so touched that plant me in your garden is the fic you chose; it's special to me because it's my first fic and it was written during a time when I was thinking a lot about what it means to be genderfluid and nonbinary. I transplanted a lot of those feelings into my characterisation of Draco, who is probably the closest character I've written to myself, my interests, my view of life (that said, he's definitely not me for a myriad of reasons). Commentary below the cut:

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thank you for this, lovely!

my happiest pride memory...the summer after i graduated from high school, i went with a friend of mine who i was also sort of in love with. i don't actually remember that much about the parade - it was wonderful and very colorful and hot and sweaty and loud. i had just cut my hair really short. we met up with a couple friends, and then some other folks from school asked for a ride home and stole the rest of our french fries 😂. after, neither of us wanted to go home, so around midnight we drove up to a high point in the city, hiked up the hill, and looked at the stars. the pride was fun but the best part was getting to spend time with her. i loved that - just existing in the same space.