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June Drabble: Day Twenty-Third - Brooch

Draco yawned and rolled over, finding himself alone. On the side table, he found a hangover potion and his wand next to a strange-looking brooch. Harry poked his head in as Draco downed the potion.

“Hey! I thought I heard you up.”

Draco nodded. “Yeah. Hey, um. The semester starts soon, and….what happens once I’m back at Hogwarts? With us?”

Harry shrugged, “Honestly, I hadn’t thought past the case, so....”

“Case?” Everything seemed to go fuzzy and dim as Harry’s eyes widened. “You mean me. I’m the case.” Without thought, Draco grabbed his wand and turned in place, apparating away.

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Drabble-Ween - Day Eleven: Bonfire

Draco didn’t understand why he let Pansy drag him to the eighth-year bonfire. He’d been terrified of fire since….

He shuddered. He was working hard to deal with all he’d done for his father, but fire, that jumping, out-of-control clash of reds and oranges….

Draco turned to leave. Pansy was flirting with the girl Weasel, and no one else would notice his absence. Suddenly, Potter appeared, holding a butterbeer out.

“I, uh, don’t like it either. The fire. Figured I could come sit with you?”

Draco managed to gather himself enough to nod, taking the drink as Harry’s grin widened.

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DrabbleWeen - Day Twenty Six: Injured

Sucking a breath in through his teeth, Harry leaned back on the bed and resisted the urge to yell about when his healer was going to arrive. A bludger hit him seconds after he caught the snitch, shattering bones even as he secured his team a place in the Quidditch finals. He could handle this, though.

“Good afternoon, Potter.”

He could not handle this. “Malfoy?!”

The blond grinned, grinned, and began assessing the injured arm. “It’s fixable, but you’ll need to spend the night.”

“With you?!”

Malfoy’s grin widened. “Maybe that should wait until these bones are back in place.”

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DrabbleWeen - Day Twelve: Sugar

One scoop of sugar. Two. Three. Sirius paused, wondering if Remus still took his tea this sweet. After twelve years, many things could change. Stirring, he added a splash of cream. Remus liked the richness of cream, though he didn’t get it often.

Sirius wondered how he took his own tea. He wasn’t sure anymore, used to everything being tasteless but for the bitterness of remorse. Shame. The want to die. The requirement that he keep living, be fed off by dementors.

Remus entered, lips quirking he noticed his full mug, and took a drink. Sighing, he smiled, “You remembered.”

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Drabble-Ween - Day Nine: Hug

(I’m a day behind; my bad. I’m catching up)

Malfoys didn’t hug. Affection wasn’t befitting a pureblood. Touch became one of the many things he didn’t understand about Potter and his Weasel. The only times Draco ever experienced touch was when he was injured, so when Hagrid’s ugly chicken-creature attacked him, he fell back on old habits, on playing up the hurt, proving he deserved those precious moments of coddling. Instead, Potter lashed out worse than the bird, left him bleeding as his hope turned to confusion then shame. Furious, he lashed out blindly, never expecting…. Draco never claimed hurt again, even as the Mark seared into his flesh.

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Drabble-Ween - Day Five: Pumpkin

“Is the Weasel so hard up for money you’ve started working for house elves?”

Harry looked up at Draco’s question.

Harry shook his head. “We’re carving them. It’s a muggle tradition, and Ron’s never gotten to.”

He turned his attention back to his pumpkin, scraping out the insides more forcefully than necessary, having hoped eighth-year Draco would no longer be a pureblood prat. That he might see Harry, and….

Harry jerks from his thoughts as fingers brush his shoulder. Shaking his fringe out of his eyes, he looks up to see Draco, color high on his cheekbones. “Could…could I try?”

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DrabbleWeen - Day Twenty-Four: Tasty

Harry hated cooking. He’d go the rest of his life without cooking, if he could. Baking, though. Baking he associated with Molly, with home. He stirred the brownie mixture slowly, before pouring the mixture into a pan and sliding it in the oven. Humming along to one of Sirius’s old records playing in the background, Harry licked the last of the brownie mixture from the bowl. Suddenly, he felt a hand cup his jaw and his boyfriend’s warm lips slant cover his.

Draco grinned as they pulled apart, sucking the last of the chocolate from Harry’s lower lip. “Mmm, tasty.”

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DrabbleWeen - Day Sixteen: Enchanted

Eighth-year Hermione proposed an Enchanted Garden prom idea she learned from muggles. “We could plan it with muggleborns and halfbloods pairing off with purebloods, build unity.”

Before McGonagall could respond, Ginny sent a bat-boogey hex. “Oi, that means you can attend with Ron, but I can’t with Luna. Not fair.”

Harry cut in before any more curses could fly. “I think it’s a good idea to have us work together, but we should be able to attend with whoever we want. Right, Draco?”

The blonde’s head snapped up, face going white then red as he cleared his throat repeatedly, “Y-yes.”

(I’m behind by a few days; my bad. There’s been a lot going on at school this week, so I’ll be catching up over the weekend. I hope, lol)