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@secretlycrazyhummingbird so sorry it took me so long to type this out. I hope you enjoy! My eternal gratitude to @stainednotebook for going through this mess and making it presentable and for also simply existing ❤👄

21.“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Harry kept dancing as the song changed. He wasn’t tired yet and he was waiting for somebody anyway. Just a few moments later he felt strong, sure arms around his chest and he smiled.

“Miss me?” Draco said over the noise of the club as he caught Harry’s rhythm and moved with him. Harry smirked and turned around.

“You wish”, Harry said as he pulled Draco closer.

Through the throbbing, pulsing music, Harry heard Draco’s groan as their erections pressed together and in that moment Harry had had enough for the night. He grabbed Draco’s arm and nodded toward the exit.

Draco’s smile was almost predatory - he knew what his boyfriend wanted. As one, they started moving towards the door. There were just too many people in the club that night but after what felt like hours they finally managed to reach the exit.

They stepped out and started walking towards the Apparition point (Harry was eager to Apparate from where they were, but the risk of being caught by Muggles stopped him.)

So they walked. Although nothing would have prepared Harry for the sudden downpour they were caught in, so he ran towards a sheltered alley where a few other people leaving the club had gathered.

He turned around around to look for Draco, to find him right where he was before. He had his eyes closed and hands held out next to him; like he was catching the rain in his palms.

Harry exasperatedly ran towards him and grabbed his hand. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?” Harry asked over a roll of thunder

Draco just smiled and pulled Harry closer. “Always wanted to kiss you in the rain” he whispered. Harry laughed before leaning in to meet Draco's lips .

When they broke apart, Draco leaned his forehead on Harry's. He noticed that Draco’s waterproof eyeliner had started to come off a little, smiling, he looked up at Draco and said, “You’re a complete sap, you know that?”

Draco rolled his eyes and said, “Shut up and kiss me, Potter”

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9-”You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

 Harry Potter was in shock; he had never expected to be ordered to do this-"Potter! Have you gone deaf as well? I asked you to get off my bed! You're snoring like a troll! GET OFF!" The last shout was enough to snap Harry out of his surprised state, "Get off?! What do you mean get off?! You can’t banish me! This is my bed too! And it's not my fault that I have a cold!" Draco just put his chin up and sniffed: "Yes, but since I am the one carrying the baby, you should make sure all of my needs are met with, and my current and immediate need is sleep which is impossible with the howling you're doing through your nose! So for the last time… GET OFF!! ”

Harry couldn’t believe his ears. He really didn’t know what had persuaded him to agree when Draco had asked him if he could carry the child. Why didn’t he realize that he’d be dealing with an even more emotionally unstable husband? Oh god! The mood swings he had had to put up with! And this was only the 3rd month!

But as Harry collected his pillow and picked up a spare blanket, he thought about what had really persuaded him? He looked towards Draco, who was grumbling and stretching a bit weirdly to shut off the lights, and realized that maybe it had been the light if true joy he had seen in the blonde’s eyes, when he had agreed. Then maybe, it had been the glow on his face when he came to know that he was pregnant. Or maybe it was how he grew bigger with every passing week and was almost always gushing about how he’d buy that and make this and do that for the baby. As Harry closed the door of their bedroom behind him, he thought about all the sweet memories of the last three months and realized that he couldn’t wait for what was to come. Then, as he lied down on the sofa, he smiled.  

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this prompt was requested by @originalobjecttheorist and beta’ed by the awesome and lovely @ladyailaryposts (believe me when I tell you that she’s magic!!) this is also like my going away gift for you guys because i am going on a 8 month hiatus. i hope you enjoy this and i promise i’ll keep cooking up ideas while I am gone. Bye Bye

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Cat earmuffs

Harry couldn’t get his eyes off of Draco. He just couldn’t. Not even if his life depended on it. Harry had returned to finish his last year at Hogwarts and during the sorting hat’s song he had decided to just fuck it and live his life the way he wanted to. So the very next day he had prepared a statement and sent it to the Daily Prophet. “THE CHOSEN ONE CHOOSES MEN” Oh the collective gasps he heard had given him a lot of joy, especially seeing Draco almost spit his tea out. But he hadn’t been prepared for what Draco did after that.  He flirted with Harry. Found ways to tease him, complimented him, batted his eyelashes and generally made life difficult for Harry. Then one day Draco cornered him in an empty corridor on the way to charms and was just about to start teasing him when Harry, once again, thought fuck it and grabbed Draco and kissed him. 

This was how they ended up together and how Malfoy was now Draco, and Ron kept telling him to stop staring at his boyfriend and get on with his breakfast. It was December as well as Hogsmeade weekend, so they were all getting ready to get out of the castle and so they were busy wolfing down their breakfast. After all they had to do their Christmas shopping today. Harry had been putting on his muffler when he looked up and saw Pansy put something on Draco face or head. As soon as she moved away, Harry could not do anything but stare. Draco was wearing earmuffs. Not just any earmuffs but CAT earmuffs. The black ears kept twitching occasionally as if they were actually trying to listen to all the conversation around them. Draco looked unbelievably cute and absolutely irresistible. The jet-black thing was a stark contrast against Draco’s platinum blonde hair. The entire look made Harry want to grab Draco and kiss him right there in the great hall! Not even Mcgonangall’s presence could have stopped him. While he was still staring at Draco, he realized that Draco was looking at him too. His expression was quickly changing from annoyed at Pansy to smug at Harry’s reaction. Which meant only one thing- that he already knew what Harry was thinking. He then started walking out of the great hall and at the last moment turned around and gave Harry a smouldering look, still with his earmuffs on. It was enough to make Harry stand up and run after Draco after making quick half convincing excuses to his friends. He followed Draco to the nearest empty corridor. As soon as Harry turned the corner he was pushed against the wall and was suddenly being kissed by one cat earmuffed Draco Malfoy. It didn’t take long for Harry to come out of his shock and take control. By the time they parted they were both breathless. “Shit Draco! How could you?” Harry panted. “What did I do?!” Draco asked, surprised. “How could you look so cute and sexy at the same time? It is not fucking legal!! You gave me a hard on right there in the great hall!” Harry nearly whined, still clearly turned on. “Oh I see. So Potter, I think you should visit the owlery later today, you know, to order in your Christmas shopping and stuff…” said Draco and smirked. Harry was confused; nobody said he was very fast when he was turned on, “Why would I do that? It’s Hogsmeade weekend and I just promised Ron and Hermione that I’ll meet them at The Three Broomsticks…” Draco gave a sigh so dramatic and long that Harry feared for his lungs. “You really think you’ll be comfortable enough to talk with your friends and do shopping while having that,” Draco said while pointing towards Harry’s erection. “Oh…” Harry said “I guess Ron, Hermione and shopping can wait for a bit.” With that Harry followed Draco towards the Room of Requirement while all the time staring at that wonder of an earmuff.

Fin.  

This prompt was given to me by the great and amazing @queenofthyme . Well actually it was just earmuffs but then i couldn’t resist so: CAT EARMUFFS !!! Also pls try to forgive all the grammatical and/or spelling mistakes i havn’t reread it properly yet…

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Nightmares and Crushes

He screamed and screamed as the Cruciatus ripped through his body and set his mind on fire. He was breathing quite loud from the pain when he woke up, gasping but within minutes he had controled his breathing effectively. He was an expert afterall. But today’s nightmare had been different. Way different than the regular ‘Noseless Bastard and his Snake’ act that his subconscious usually pulled on him. Today he had gone back to the time he had been eleven. The time he had told his parents that he was in love with a boy (*cough* Potter *cough*). Mother was just calmly looking at him but Father… Father had never seemed so angry before And that should have been a warning to him for the slap that was to come along with the long hours of lectures on how to be a “Malfoy man” that had followed. It had been this very reason why he had tried so hard to hate Potter. It hadn’t worked but at least he’d tried. He was really surprised by his nightmare though It had only been a slap but his twisted subconscious had warped the scene and put in a Cruciatus instead. He got out of bed and went into the en suite to wash his face anr clean up all the sweat and tears. He was wiping his face when he heard the door of his hotel room open and rushed footsteps coming in. He quickly whipped out his wand from where it was holding his hair up. “Malfoy ?” Potter whisper shouted, “are you okay ? I heard loud breathing and gasps and all.” He relaxed,“I’m here Potter and I’m fine. Nothing happened. Stop being so jumpy, the suspect has not even moved out of his room. You can relax, for god’s sake.” He drawled back. “Yeah but I HEARD those noises and I… wait were you having a nightmare ??” Potter had come into the bathroom by this time and was currently looking at Draco through the mirror just like… For the hundredth time Draco wondered why he had to be in a muggle hotel with thin walls, why was he assigned to this trifle potions smuggling case and why, in the name of Merlin’s pants, was he paired with Harry fucking Potter ??? After three years as partners you tend to notice stuff about each other. No wonder Potter could immediately guess that he was having a nightmare but it didn’t mean that he wouldn’t find it annoying. “I said I’m fine, Potter,” he said firmly as he moved out of the bathroom “you can go back to sleep now.” He turned to look at Potter again and registered in the back of his mind just how awesome that arse was. Draco had seen his share of arses (visiting gay clubs after the war had been liberating for him. No one telling him how to be a “Malfoy man”) and Potter’s was the finest he had seen Potter hesitated, “I… uh I used to have nightmare’s too so it’s okay, you can tell me.” Potter was only trying to be civil but Draco exahasperatedly said, “Potter, I said I am fine. Why won’t you leave me alone !?” “Alright Malfoy, don’t get your knickers in a twist!” Potter frowned. At that moment Draco, who couldn’t quite control his tongue, murmured “As if I was wearing any” Shit, he thought and looked up to see Potter blushing in the most adorable way. Well that was interesting, Draco thought. Potter was blushing but not in a way that would suggest he disliked the idea of him not wearing his pants under his pajama bottoms He had known that Potter swung both ways but he had not realized that Potter might like HIM. Hmmm… It seemed like there was some research to be done on the ‘Potter Crush Case’ To be continued…

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Love at first note

You can read the part 2 there 👇

 part 2

•Harry wanted to get rid of the cycle of stillness and silence that his life was slowly turning into. •Except the time when his friends come over, he seemed to do nothing other than watching time pass •It was Luna’s idea really, to learn something new. •She had suggested several activities like languages, painting, martial arts (no thanks, enough violence for a lifetime) and music amongst other things (things which didn’t include her creatures) •Music seemed to strike a chord though… •With some help from an elated Hermoine, he found and joined a music class called The Magic of Music (creative -_-) which boasted of an impressive number of instruments taught •He could have chosen any of the instruments that people regularly played like Guitars or drums or something but no… •He didn’t really dislike these instruments or anything it but it just seemed common to him  •He wanted to do what seldom people did so he chose the Harp because he had noticed that there were just about 6 or 7 people learning this instrument •So only 6 or 7 people staring at him. He could deal with that. •And that was how he found himself sitting before Mrs. Twune and listening to her explain the most basic things about the harp •Usually such lectures would bore him to death but the way she explained the notes and all, she made it sound like flying on broom in spring in a cloudless sky •She said that today they would just be practising the basic of the basic things like which string to be plucked by which finger, how softly or strongly do you pluck it… and so on •Harry decided that he really liked this because the music coming from the harp did something to him •It was like it was not his ears that were listening to the harp but his heart •So everyday he came to the classes right on time, mind, and left as soon as his session was done •He was always so eager to go and practice the new things he had learnt  •And for two whole months he was perfectly content with the knowledge that he was doing something new and wonderful with his life until Harry saw or rather heard HIM •That day Harry had stayed back a bit more and played a bit longer than he ever had  •It was so late that the entire place was almost empty and his friends had already left (yes he had made friends with the other harp players. They were nice once they got over the Saviour image and saw that he was not that perfect after all) •And so he had been packing up, ready to leave when he heard the beautiful melody of a violin •The tune it was playing was so sad and lonely that Harry didn’t know if he should comfort the violinist or break down himself •he decided to do neither and instead look for the source of this heart wrenching tune •He followed the sound till he reached the attic where all the music supplies were kept •There he found none other than Draco Malfoy  •Mrs. Twune was there too but he paid no attention to her, Harry’s eyes fixed on nothing but the sight before him •And what a sight it was! Malfoy was so lost in the music, so engrossed that he was swaying with it •It was as if the music had possessed him and that he wanted to be possessed… •Malfoy looked breath taking… •The pale skin of his arms and face was shining with a layer of sweat (and were those tears on his cheeks?) •His expression was full of so much peace and melancholy that Harry was lost •Lost in the music •Lost in the melancholy of the song •Lost in the expression of Malfoy’s face  •Lost in Draco Malfoy himself •As Malfoy reached the crescendo indicating the end of the song Harry realized that this is what they meant by magic of music •This was magic in one of it’s truest forms •Magic that spoke directly to your heart •He also realized that though he was lost in Draco Malfoy he didn’t ever want to be found.

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Love at First Note - 2

part 1

•He started coming back… coming from the world he so loved •Coming back from the world that loved him back •Coming back from the world of music •Coming back to the real world… •Coming back to the world that despised him •Coming back to the world he so resented… he came back •He had started playing his violin again to get rid of his nightmares and memories because even after 2 years the war was still fresh in his mind •His mother had suggested this to him while she helped him come down from the third nightmare that night •It certainly did not wipe away the memories and mistakes but it helped •Draco, coming down from his musical high, opened his eyes slowly, inhaled the smell of the attic •As he got adjusted to the light in the room he came across sparkling emerald eyes looking right at him •He could never mistake those eyes to be anyone else’s other than Potter’s (fresh pickled toad and all) •Once he adjusted to the light the realized the eyes were extra bright because they were about to overflow •Harry Potter- Savior of the Wizarding World had heard him, Draco Malfoy- Ex Death Eater, play his violin and was now close to tears ??!! •He couldn’t help but feel a bit smug albiet mixed with a sense of awkwardness and shyness •Shyness and awkwardness because his audience had always only consisted his parents and Mrs. Twune •"Potter are you quite alright ? Kneazle got your tongue ??“ Draco couldn’t help but ask •"You wish Malfoy” Potter said wiping away his tears and putting on his defiant face that Draco knew so well •Afterall that face had frequented his nightmares of the fiendfyre •Suddenly, “That was marvelous Draco !! You have not lost your magic at all ! Even after these 4 years your music had the power to bring me close to tears” •Draco, and by the looks of it Potter too, had forgotten about Mrs. Twune •"Thank you Thea. This couldn’t have happened without you. Afterall you were the one who taught me" Draco said smiling. •All this while, it seemed Potter was trying to compose himself. •Draco couldn’t help but be reminded of Potter’s tear filled eyes •Draco had never thought that anyone would ever look at him like THAT •Like what he did could be good •Like his own two hands could do anything that would not end up being a mistake •That there was some part of him that could be beautiful •That he would be able to provide some form of happiness to someone •Potter had looked at him like that •While he had been lost in his thoughts he had started packing his violin into it’s case on autopilot •As soon as he was done Mrs. Twune said, “Come Draco, Mr. Potter, let me show you out. It’s getting quite late” •Just as Mrs. Twune closed the doors after having exchanged goodbyes with both of them Potter turned towards him •Draco was nervous about what Potter would ask him because Potter obviouly had questions •He really hoped it was nothing related to the war because the purpose of playing today would be ruined and he did not want nightmares, thank you very much. •"Want to grab a cup of tea or coffee with me sometime ??“ Potter asked unexpectedly. •And Draco was shocked into saying yes

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The Ice Prince

I’ve read lots of HCs where Harry is a painter or a sculptor ar any form of artist but what about Draco ? So I had this idea…

~Draco is a sculptor and he can literally make sculptures out of anything like wood, glass, sand, ice, anything !! ~Imagine Harry joining one of Draco’s winter workshops for people who want to learn ice sculpting ~Harry discovering he is actually quite good at this and Draco looks quite good too ~Good was an understatement though, for Draco looked stunning just like all the sculptures in and around the workshop ~And Harry found himself falling ~Falling for the way Draco explained the intricacies of the art ~Falling for the cute way he would furrow his eyebrows and stick his tongue out while making a sculpture himself ~Falling for the way his hands would flow over the sculpture ~Falling for him ~Harry wanting and trying to ask Draco out but Draco acting polite and distant and cold ~All the while Draco trying to distance himself from Harry for no reason other than to save himself a heart break because Harry Potter can find someone 1000 times better than Draco Malfoy anytime of the day ~Harry deciding that he will win over Draco one way or another because he is worth it ~So on the last day, when all the participants of the workshop had to submit a sculpture they made themselves, Harry submitted his at the very last ~It was Draco’s bust and it was so beautifully made that it nearly made Draco cry and then he noticed the title ~“The Ice Prince” ~Draco pulled Harry towards him and kissed him right there ~That’s when Harry Potter realized that Draco Malfoy is not entirely an Ice Prince.

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Guys i just smiled and managed to imagine what my face must be doing and i could picture it exactly. I knew i must be making that exact face in that exact moment and i got so happy i started crying

Because i never could conjure up that picture easily or exactly. I know it seems weird, but to me it means that in the past few months i must have seen myself in the mirror smiling so many times that i managed to remember it. Mirrors don't make me smile. The exact opposite, in fact.

Atleast they used to make me feel bad but now? Gods... i remember exactly what i look like while genuinely smiling and i am just so so happy right now. Gods it's a good feeling not to hate yourself so much. It's a really good feeling.