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250 words for @drarrymicrofic’s bingo: fuck or die, fake dating, roommates, 250 words AND BLACKOUTTTTTT
“We can’t just fuck.”
“What do you mean we can’t just fuck? You do realize what happens if we don’t, right? That we’ll die? Painfully?”
“I know that! I just mean– I have principles, Potter! If this gets out…”
"It's not like we’ll have to tell anyone.”
“Pansy will know. No… we have to do something…”
“How the fuck will Pansy know?”
Draco stares at him suddenly with a look so serious for a moment Harry wonders if Draco really would rather just die. But instead he shocks Harry even more. “We’ll have to date.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me. We’ll have to date. Or, at least, pretend to.”
“So Pansy will know if we fuck but she won’t know if we’re pretending to date?”
Draco bites his lip. “Trust me. She’ll believe it.”
“Well, what about my friends? As far as they know, we hate each other!”
“As far as they know? Is there something they don’t?”
Harry splutters, feeling caught. “I- Fine! We can date. Let’s just get this over with.”
Draco raises a brow. “Right to it then? Or do you want a kiss, Oh Savior of Virtue and Honesty?”
“I…”
But Draco is already leaning in, the kiss so gentle Harry hardly remembers the other side to this whole thing was death in the first place. He was expecting something hard, forceful, laced with distaste and duty. Not… this.
Draco pulls back, breathes onto his lips, “I don’t think this is as unexpected as you think.”
Can’t believe I actually did it 😭, a lot of these tropes were completely new to me but they were so much fun! It was really a puzzle trying to fit them all but I feel like pretty proud of what I accomplished! :)
Draco holds Harry's hand and swings his wrist to open the tall door before them, warmth and slight floral scent inviting them in.
– Welcome home.
He's proud of how it all turned out – tidying up and creating a couple of necessary changes to grandfather Abraxas' house was a week-long process. They're in France now, first almond flowers enveloping the branches in the yard, territory quiet and filled with clean, healing energy. Grandfather wasn't an alchemist by degree and a curse expert at heart for nothing. Politics were more of a side gig.
– Can definitely see why you asked for access here to be permitted when Kingsley owed you and Narcissa for that time you've got french aurors off our backs.
Harry looks around in awe, completely speechless when they reach the first floor living room. Light colors, big windows to the garden, lovely deep green and redwood furniture, a small hint of the library on the open shelves. Harry, of course, is immediately drawn to vinyl.
– Impressive collection. Where's the kitchen?
Harry haven't smiled like that for almost a year, something in Draco's heart finally rests at ease,
– Brace yourself for this one.
Harry blinks, then again at the sight of a comfortable huge space with everything you might need for cooking and baking, then walks to the alchemical devices near the left wall, curiously inspects them.
– I suspect these were used for homemade alcoholic drinks and whatnot?
– When they weren't for potions ingredients and alchemical substances that is.
– Cool.
Harry seems unusually energetic here, the enchantments under the house and inside the pool seem to not have lost an ounce of their strength – magical filter, slowly taking away any evil eye, exhaustion or tracing charms. Layed more than forty years ago, still going strong. Draco often wondered if he'll ever be able to equal Abraxas in strength and precision.
Draco pours him some tea and leans into a warm hug when they're back in the living room.
– I like it here, unexpectedly cozy despite the huge space and the previous owner.
– He'd love you, – Draco says quietly, closing his eyes, – you would become his favourite grandson in minutes.
Harry stays still for a couple seconds. Rubs his back gently, presses a soft kiss on his forhead.
– You were close, weren't you? Before he died.
– I guess?... He never spent time with father but always took me to hang out during summer and visited on random just to see me and mother. Sometimes I think he was the only person in this family who saw me as a wizard with some level of intelligence and had some faith in my abilities. Whenever he had time we were always somewhere in nature, he taught me to connect with elemental magic. Or in the library at the manor, he had a cabinet in there – lots of puzzles and dangerous artifacts I was allowed to play with. Best moments of my childhood. If I solved one he helped me play pranks on dad. Never on mom tho, old man adored her.
Harry laughs, sincere and lightheaded. Coming here for his recovery after the latest events was the right choice.
– You said he'd like me, why?
Draco sits on the sofa and points to the tea and cookies with his chin. A loud crunch pierces the air.
– You're bold, unapologetic, creative, smart and ambitious. Everything he liked in others. And you're not annoying as many other "heroes". Grandfather often used the saying "a fool convinced of his own righteousness is more dangerous than an earthquake".
– A sentiment I share after years of auror work.
– He was against father joining Voldemort, actually.
– ... Surprising, not gonna lie. So much for pureblood superiority.
Draco smirks, pouring himself some tea and sinks into the couch.
– Exactly. Riddle wasn't a pureblood. There's also a whole point of "why follow someone if you can use them to reach your own goals". According to mother, their relationship with father completely went downhill during the first war. If father listened to mom and him, maybe we wouldn't end up in so much shit eventually. But the past is gone and I got the best thing ever out of that mess, so.
Draco shrugs, belittling the horrors – a staple in their relationship.
– The best thing?
Harry repeats clueless, looking at him with a frown.
– What good could possibly come out of this–
– You, silly. It's always been you.
Draco levitates the cup away and kisses Harry on the lips, eyes closing. If the only way he could get to this point in life with Harry by his side was to go through hell and back, he'd do it again. But only if Harry could be spared from suffering this time.
Harry's cup sloppily slides on the table, they fall on the sofa. Draco presses kisses to his neck, hands under the thick hoodie on hot skin and Harry shivers with a sweet moan.
– How would your grandfather feel about us having sex in his living room?
– I'll show you photos of his one and only young love sometime later, quite the charmer.
– Oh.
The realisation finally hits Harry who's a little slow today.
– This villa is basically a queer space. Once again – welcome home, sweetheart. We can stay here however long you wish.
After two weeks Harry isn't sure if he wants to return to England. He'll think about it after the cherries and magnolias stop blooming.
“Draco was a pawn in an adult’s war, the same way I was. We played the same role, on opposite sides. He was raised to follow one path and one path only. He was sent on an impossible task, to kill the most powerful wizard alive, and he had no choice but to follow it, or die. He did what he had to do to keep himself and his mother safe. I was raised to follow only one path, thanks to a stupid prophecy. I was told I had to kill one of the most powerful wizards alive, or else he would kill me, and everyone I love—I had no choice. I did what I had to do to keep my friends safe. The only difference is that I succeeded in killing someone. Draco could not.”
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