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After the war, Draco Malfoy had gone back to a peaceful-enough life. He had a job as a healer, and a gryffindor whom he unexpectedly fell in love with (long story) as a boyfriend. For a former death eater, he was quite satisfied with his life.

Anyhow, his priority now was to get this bloody patronus charm right. Although he doubted the possibility of it working, he had promised Harry to at least try to produce a stable patronus. It was strangly difficult for him. His life was full of happiness now, but his anxiety tended to seep into him like black ink every time he pushed himself to feel that happiness.

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“Expecto Patronum”

It was already a week since Draco had started working on this charm, and (finally) for the first time he saw the tip of his wand light up the dimmly lit room.

“Expecto Patronum”

He sat up and did it again. This time, the light left his wand and drifted into the air. He watched it shifting around in the air as it slowly took shape of an oddly familiar owl. It was astonishingly beautiful. The pearl white owl shimmered as it flew gracefully around the entire living room, as though relishing the freedom after being kept in a cage for years. Draco gazed at his own patronus for the first time in his life. He knew exactly what to do now, from watching Harry. He drew the owl back into his wand and whispered,

“Parvus Patronum” ’..I love you’

A small owl futtered out of the tip of his wand. The same owl as the one he had produced earlier, but much smaller that it could easily fit on the palm of your hand. It soon fluttered out the window.

Draco imagined Harry working late in his office, recieving his message. He knew that his boyfriend would be so happy for him.

…What he didn’t know was that his boyfriend had burst into tears when he realised what had fluttered onto his shoulder.

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bonus:

I felt like having a short haircut these days, so did my Auror Potter.

Because I sincerely believe that even if Dumbledore could leave baby Harry at the doorstep for a night- the Mcgonagall I know would’ve stayed behind, crying silent tears over the loss of her two students, and holding the infant in her arms.

In the morning when milkman arrived, he was rather amused by seeing a tabby cat sitting by a small bundle..

draco: okay, so there was a deer on the road but harry didn’t see it so i said “harry, deer!”

blaise: and??

Draco: Son, as much as I love you, I can tell you that you’re asking the wrong parent. I still don’t know how I managed to get Harry Potter to be my husband