XXI. Flicker
This is part of a continuous story, you can read the first part here. Based off this prompt list by @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean
I missed yesterday so you get a two for one, yay!
XXI. Flicker
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Draco sat by the fireplace reading a book. The lights would flicker across the pages and he didn’t pay it much mind, assuming it was the work of the flames in the fireplace. It only became a matter of concern once all the lights completely turned off. The low golden light of the fire served as the only source of illumination.
Draco froze on the couch, his book completely forgotten. The house was massive, he knew this deeply, intimately. Yet, with all the lights completely off, the room seemed too small. The darkness shrinking around him until only his small corner could abate it off. Until the fire burned out.
The wood burning was the only sure sign time had passed.
“Why are you in the dark?” Harry asked.
“The magic gave out.”
“Lumos.” The lights came back on before Harry even finished speaking.
XXII. Harsh
It would take a full day for the muggle light repairmen to install the Elect Tree City. Harry had the brilliant idea to stay out at London for the day to “have a proper date.”
For breakfast they decided to eat at a pâtisserie. They browsed different shops, bought many clothes (Draco), and carried many bags (Harry). It was a very simplistic day and they hadn’t done much at all. Somehow, Draco still had fun.
The change was immediately noticeable as soon as they opened the door. Overwhelming brightness hit them and it was much harsher than lumos.
When confronted with this, Harry replied, “It’ll do for now.”
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I'm OBSESSED with every fanfic in with Harry has a completely different hair color than black, to the point no one with eyes would actually associate him with James or Lily.
My favorite variant of that is the most horrendous Neon Bubblegum pink, it goes well with green eyes and i love the color.
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Hi! I love your blog! Could you write a fic for drarry about falling asleep and/or waking up together?
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~🐍Drarry⚡️ & falling asleep and/or waking up together ~
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Draco had always been a morning person. He enjoyed the peace and stillness that an early morning could bring when spent alone, with just coffee and one's own thoughts for company. It was a habit that his mother had instilled in him from an early age, and he rarely ever remained in bed past 7am.
This morning was an exception.
It was half past 8, and Draco hadn't yet risen. But today, he was very content to be lounging about, wasting the precious morning hours. Today, he had absolutely no desire to leave his bed, or the sight that was before him. Because beside him in the bed, splayed out across Draco's expensive, emerald-green, silk bedsheets and half under his beloved down-stuffed duvet, was Harry Potter. And Draco found that he had absolutely no desire to be anywhere else. Because truly, what else could he be doing that would beat his current occupation of gazing at the sleeping Boy Who Lived?
Draco was still getting used to the idea that they were in a relationship, never mind that the man he'd been obsessed with since early childhood was now frequently sharing his bed for him to wake up beside. But as he took in Harry's appearance, the light flush colouring his cheeks, his already unruly black hair ruffled impossibly, the side of his handsome face smushed against the pillow that he'd burrowed into some time during the night, Draco felt something tighten in his chest.
But as he made to roll away, to swing his legs over the side of the bed and creep out of the bedroom, a strong arm shot out and wrapped around his waist. The arm pulled him across the mattress as though he weighed nothing, and suddenly he was pressed against Harry's warm, toned form. The Auror scrubbed his face against Draco's chest and let out a contented little sigh, and the sound made the knot in the pit of his stomach ease a little.
It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, necessarily, but it still made Draco freeze. He knew that feeling. Or at least, he'd heard enough people talk about that feeling that he was pretty sure that he knew what it meant. And all at once, Draco was overwhelmed and nervous and unsure, and he decided that perhaps it was time for him to get up, after all.
It unravelled entirely when Harry mumbled sleepily against his skin, 'Love you, Draco.'
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It was the very first thing that struck Harry about Malfoy—the snowy white of his hair, the sickly pallor of his skin, the colourless gleam of his eyes. It would have been obvious to anyone.
But Harry was eleven. He didn’t have words for these things. He wasn’t worldly. Far from it.
All he knew was that he couldn’t look away.
And then the boy opened his pale, thin mouth—and ruined it.
After that he couldn’t bear him. His pureblood sneering and his bloodless, icy appearance.
Couldn’t bear any of it. And yet... he kept on looking.
“be stubborn about your goals but flexible about your methods.” the best advice I’ve ever received.
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