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Yule wedding

If he was honest, he had never been so stressed. Even facing Voldemort seemed way easier right now. Not that he would prefer it, of course not, but the stress he was under was something he had never experienced before. Harry was pacing back and forth, trying to breathe.

He couldn’t say why he was so nervous, because he knew that it was what he wanted. Deep down inside, he knew this was the right thing. It was the right thing to do because he had never felt better than with him by his side. He had never felt so loved and more important, he had never loved someone that much.

“Mate, stop walking, it’s going to be fine, you-“, Ron said, trying to comfort him.

“I need to leave this room” Harry replied, and without an hesitation, without worrying about his best friend, he walked out of the cosy office where he had been getting ready all afternoon.

He heard Ron yelling his name, but the latter didn’t try to catch him up, and for a minute Harry felt relieved and was grateful for his friend to leave him alone. After walking for a few minutes, he entered a narrow corridor and saw a pretty little door facing him. He had to admit that even if he didn’t want to rent a castle at first, Draco was right to insist because this place had a lot of charm. Harry opened the door and breathed a sigh of relief, finally happy to be alone. He was about to close the door when he heard a very familiar voice.

“Harry, what- No don’t look back you can’t see me, don’t-“

But it was too late. Draco was in front of him, still buttoning his shirt, and Harry suddenly forgot all his fears to focus on his future husband. He was so dazzled by the beauty of the man he loves, in that costume he could have recognized from a thousand miles away, that he hadn’t noticed that Draco was still talking.

“You’re kidding me, we rent a fucking castle, we’re in opposite rooms from each other but you’re here. I mean, I’m glad you’re here and not running away but we’re cursed, this wedding is going to be cursed, it’s the tradition and-“

As Draco spoke, Harry moved slowly towards him. He decided to quickly forget the part about running away and once in front of him, he finally took his hand.

“I don’t care about the traditions. You’re stunning” he said to Draco, who stopped ranting.

“I- you are beautiful too” he finally said to Harry, realizing for the first time since the man came in how handsome he was.

“This is your Yule ball costume”

“It is, I had it custom-made for the occasion because I know how much you love it”

“I love you”

“Harry, are you okay?” Draco asked, worried. Not that Harry loving him was suspicious but he had the feeling something wasn’t right.

“Yes, it’s just… I kind of panicked, Ron wouldn’t stop talking about his wedding with Hermione and then I just realized what we were doing and, don’t forget I love you right, but I felt a bit overwhelmed”

Draco looked Harry in the eyes for a while before hugging him tight.

“Look, I understand it can be stressful. We’ve been planning this since a year now, and it’s finally happening. But this is what we want, and I promise to make you the happiest man on earth for the rest of my life”

“I know, I just needed to see you”

Harry kissed him tenderly and the couple stayed sit in silence next to each other. They didn’t need to say more, everything was fine.

“Let’s get married, I love you” said Harry after a while, standing up.

“Now get out before I have to say all my vows to reassure you, our marriage is already ruined because you saw me before I walked down the aisle”

Harry rolled his eyes but laughed, recognizing the man he had fallen in love with.

“You and I both now that we don’t do traditional, but you still have to be dramatic. I don’t care if I’m cursed if it means that I’m cursed with you”

“And now I’m the dramatic one?”

Harry kissed him quickly before leaving the room. He heard Draco saying a little “I still love you though” and he smiled. Everything was going to be fine.

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So this is the first thing i’m writing since a long time and you can say thank you (or maybe it’s because of her ahah) to @sweetlialia because the idea came just because she tagged me on something so... thanks honey ♡ i don’t know if i’m back but i’ll have more time to write so let’s try

[nothingsronwithme]

Hiiiii can I please request a drarry fic where draco is a ballet dancer and it’s 8th year and draco and harry are close friends but draco keeps sneaking off somewhere and so one day harry follows and sees that draco does ballet (and he’s really effing good) + some fluff at the end. ok thank you you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to though💞💞

I’m finally answering this after months, I’m so sorry sweetie.. But I hope it will please you because I loved writing it ! Enjoy ♡

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“Mate, you need to stop”

Harry looked away from Draco and Pansy to look at Ron who was sitting next to him. All the eight years were reunited in their common room, as every evening, and the two slytherins were talking together as they were doing for now a few weeks.

“Sorry, what ?”

“You’re doing it again. You’re spying on him. He’s gonna get suspicious you know” Ron replied, wondering why his best friend kept trying to know what Draco was up to.

“No, he isn’t. We’re friends now, this isn’t weird, I’m just trying to know him better”

“So you think it isn’t weird that you’re watching him every move ?”

Harry sighed and decided not to pay attention to Ron anymore. He knew he was right, but he didn’t want to admit it. He knew he was acting weird since a few days. But something was odd, he was sure of it. When they were spending time together, Draco kept leaving earlier and earlier, pretending to have a lot of work to do. Harry wanted to believe him, but something led him to believe that all of this was a lie.

“Harry, you’re alright ?” Someone said, bringing him back to reality. Draco was standing next to him, with a worried look on his face. Harry tried to smile and finally answered.

“Yes, everything’s fine, don’t worry”

“You think I’m worried about you Potter ? You know that won’t ever happen” Draco replied with a smirk and Harry laughed with him. He knew that was just Draco being Draco, and that the slytherin didn’t really think what he was saying. Because Harry had learned to know him, and he knew Draco was always worried about his friends. And as strange as it could be, he was his friend now.

They talked for a while and as Draco was about to go to sleep, Harry tried something.

“Is Pansy okay ?” He asked.

“Hmm, yes, she’s doing fine, why are you asking me this ?”

“I don’t know, you’re spending a lot of time with her lately, and I was wondering if something happened”

Draco shut down and at this moment, Harry knew he had hit a nerve. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the answer he was expected.

“She’s my best friend, I have the right to spend as much time as I want with her, don’t I ?“ Draco said, with a tone colder than he expected. “Sorry, I- I’m just tired and I didn’t want to be rude, sorry, good night Harry” Draco said then, and he left quickly and embarrassed.

Harry wanted to run after him to apologize too but he hadn’t had the time, Draco had already disappeared. He knew he shouldn’t have asked. Reluctantly, he stood up and said good night to Ron and Hermione and went to bed, in deciding to leave Draco alone.

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A few days after, Harry was walking in the castle, looking for a place to work. The common room was full of people talking and laughing, and the library was full of people working, there were no places left. He walked for a few minutes and then entered a room, but he stopped instantly, baffled by what he was seeing.

Pansy was sitting on the floor, next to a radio station which was playing some classical music. In front of her, Draco was moving. Well, he wasn’t just moving, he was dancing. Harry knew he should leave the room, but he couldn’t help himself, he wanted to watch. He couldn’t move. Because right now, Draco was the most beautiful person he has ever seen. The blond man was dancing with so much passion that he seemed he was floating up into the air.

Harry didn’t know how long he stayed like this. He had the feeling he was there for hours, and maybe he could have stayed here forever. But Pansy saw him and the music stopped. Draco looked at her first, wondering why she didn’t let him finish his choreography, then he turned over. He was standing there, out of breath, looking at Harry and the latter wanted to say a lot of things, but he couldn’t. He wanted to say how beautiful Draco was when he was dancing, he wanted to say how much he would like for him not to pay attention to him and dance again, but he was speechless. It was Pansy who broke the silence.

“Well, I think I’m gonna let the two of you”, she said and left the room. After a few minutes, Draco finally talked.

“Potter, what are you doing here ?”

“I don’t know. Well, I know but I mean- I was looking for a room and I thought this one was empty and I didn’t want to spy on you or anything and-”

“Harry, stop. It’s okay, you would have discover it anyway”

And then he said it. “You’re beautiful”

“What ?” was the only thing Draco could replied.

“You’re beautiful. When you’re dancing, and when you’re not too but especially when you’re dancing”

“What are you saying ? You don’t think it’s ridiculous ?”

“Not at all. I- Look, my aunt was a fan of ballet. She was looking at ballets on TV for hours and you know, it was the only thing I was able to watch because she didn’t care if I was here or not, all she wanted to do was to watch the dancers. So I was hided a bit behind her and I watched all the ballets. I found this amazing, it fascinated me. My favorite ballet was Romeo and Juliet. I know, it’s not really original. And… Sorry, I’m talking too much”

“No, keep going”

“Seeing you dancing here, it reminded me so much things. It made me want to spend hours watching you. I never thought I’d say this one day, but dancing feats you so well. And I’m saying it again, you’re beautiful”

As he was saying all of this, Harry didn’t realize Draco had grown close to him. He looked up and then Draco kissed him. And this time, Harry felt like he was the one dancing. When they broke appart, he was smiling.

“Thank you, because except Pansy, no one ever encouraged me to continue this way. And right now, I never want to stop what I’m doing. Thank you for being here”

“Do me a favor, and dance again for me”

Draco smiled and kissed him lightly before turning the music on again. And in front of Harry, he felt confident again. He felt like he could succeed anything, and he danced like he had never danced before.

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drarry and 🤕, thank you!!

Hey, thank you for asking ! I hope you’ll like it <3

Draco couldn’t take it anymore. It had been two days and he still hadn’t heard from Harry yet. The latter didn’t answer to his letters, or even his calls. Draco couldn’t believe that Harry had forced him to take a phone if it was to ignore it each time he called. He didn’t know what was happening and if he had worried yesterday, he felt pretty angry right now.

Why was Harry ignoring him ? Sure, they had a fight last week. But it wasn’t a big deal, and they had spend the weekend together. His boyfriend was stubborn sometimes, but Draco was almost certain that the fight had nothing to do with Harry’s silence. And if he was right, he had to understand why he suddenly didn’t have news anymore.

He left his work earlier than usual and walked toward Harry’s appartement, which was just a few streets away from his job. When he arrived in front of the door, he knocked during what it seemed to be an eternity. He was wondering if Harry really was at his place when the latter opened the door.

Draco couldn’t help but forgot the reason why he was angry and smiled during a few seconds when he saw his boyfriend. Harry was in an old jogging and wore a very large shirt with the sentence “My boyfriend will hear about this” written on it. It was his gift from Harry for his 25th birthday, and he had wondered where his shirt was. He finally had the answer.

“What are you doing here ?” Harry asked, who seemed to not totally be awake yet.

“This is the question I’m suppose to ask you. Why aren’t you at work ?”

“I- Please, go home. I’ll explain to you later” Harry replied before sneezing. Draco understood pretty quickly what was the matter. He moved forward to reach Harry and put a hand on his forehead.

“Merlin, Harry, you’re sick !”

“Yes, and that’s why I need you to go home”

“What are you talking about ? You’ve been ignoring me for two days now. I had to come here to find out that my boyfriend is sick and that he doesn’t want to see me ?”

Draco didn’t understand. They were only dating for a few months now, but that didn’t mean that they had to hide things from each other. Why did Harry keep insisting to be alone ? But he didn’t have to wait long before the young man give him an answer.

“This is gonna sounds stupid but I’m not the same person when I’m sick. I’m angry all the time, at everything. And I don’t want to be angry at you right now, I don’t want you to see me like this”

Draco rolled his eyes and went to sit on the couch before answering. “Oh my god, you’re stupid Potter. You’ve been angry at me for seven years at Hogwarts, I’m pretty sure I can handle it. You think I’m this weak ?”

“No, that’s not what I meant”

“Good. You’re the weak one now, so I’m gonna take care of you. You need to eat, to sleep and to be cuddle. So come here, and I don’t care if you disagree” Draco said, showing Harry the free sit next to him, and that’s what he did. He laid down on Draco’s lap.

“You’re really the nicest boyfriend, caring about what I think and using the right words to comfort me” Harry joked, but he knew Draco was sincere.

“Shut up now, and let me cuddle you”

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The Fourth Drabble

M/M, HP/DM, rated PG

“Don’t make me go back,” Whispered Draco “please.” There was a long silence as his parents observed him carefully. Draco was seventeen years old; he had white blond hair and matching pale skin. His eyes were a piercing grey colour and were presently gazing pleadingly at his parents.  His mother broke the silence “I’m sorry Draco,” she sighed “but you’ll have to return to school on the first of September.” Fear coursed through Draco – he couldn’t go back. Not after what happened last year. 

“Unless,” his father added “you can give us a valid reason why we should transfer you.”  I have a reason, thought Draco, but not one that I can share.  “No,” Draco headed towards his bed room “I know a lost cause when I see one.” “Draco sweetheart,” his mother reached to grab his hand “why is it you don’t want to go back? You have friends, your grades are high – I can’t understand.” Draco faced his parents again. He looked into his mother’s worried eyes “Mother, why can’t I go to Dumstrang?” he asked desperately.  “The Dark Lord wants you at Hogwarts Draco.” Luscious replied evenly. “The task the Dark Lord meant for you to do has been passed onto Severus. I see no reason why you should not return.” “Draco love, what is it that’s bothering you?” Narcissa implored her eyes searching Draco’s face as if a hidden clue was deep within his grey eyes.  Luscious looked at his son “Draco, if for some reason you are –”  “I’m not afraid of anything.” Draco said hotly. This was a lie. Draco was afraid…of himself… “Darling you can tell us anything,” Said Narcissa softly.  I don’t need anyone, thought Draco.  “Look,” said Draco, his temper rising “neither of you would understand so stop pestering me about it! I want it known that I’m going back to Hogwarts against my will.” “Yes thank you Draco, we realised.” Luscious said icily.

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 “I’m not going back!” shouted Harry unpacking the clothes he had in his trunk from last year.  “Yes you bloody well are,” his Uncle Vernon yelled back “whilst you live under this roof you follow my rules!”  Harry ran his hand through his dark hair in frustration. His green eyes were observing the scene before him.  “I thought you hated Hogwarts and Magic?” retorted Harry. Uncle Vernon winced slightly at the words Hogwarts and Magic.  “You are not staying here for a whole year boy!” his moustache twitching with rage. “And we will not pay for school fees!” “You don’t understand,” he his hands up helplessly “I can’t go back to school. I just can’t.” Uncle Vernon began to resemble a thermometer very much as his face flushed a deep crimson “Explain to me why you can’t.” “I –” Harry hesitated and swallowed nervously “it’s personal.”  Uncle Vernon pointed his finger at Harry “Now you listen here boy,” his voice quivering with anger “Your girlfriend problems are not going to stop you going to school.” He shut the door loudly as he left Harry’s bedroom.  Yeah, Harry thought miserably, I wish.  How was harry supposed to go back to Hogwarts after the way things finished last term?  Harry fell back onto his bed and starred at the ceiling. He was being stupid of course; of course he would go back to Hogwarts. Staying with the Dursley’s has been a childish thought. He had his friends – Ron and Hermione – his magical education and Dumbledore. Staying with the Dursley’s all summer had been horrid. However The Burrow was not an option after the way Harry had ended things with Ginny… … “Ginny?” asked Harry “Can we talk alone for a moment?” Harry led Ginny out of Gryffindor Tower into the corridors; he didn’t want to be over heard.  He turned to face her and took a deep breath as he began to speak –  “You’re going to break up with me.” She said in a matter-of-fact tone.  Harry blinked in surprise “How – how did you know?”  “Honestly Harry,” Ginny sighed “I know you to well.” Harry felt very confused. His expression must have betrayed his thoughts as Ginny elaborated.   “Your mind’s been everywhere Harry!” she exclaimed “Surely you didn’t think that I didn’t notice? You used to be really into it Harry and I don’t just mean the sex. Don’t look at me like that.” She added sternly.  “Look at you like what?” Harry asked defensively.  “Like you don’t believe me.” She paused for a moment and then said “You used to hold my hand when we walked or light up when you saw me. These past few months you’ve been…I don’t know! Distracted? Unfocused?”   “I have not!” Harry lied.  “You’re a terrible liar Harry,” Ginny said lightly amused “and you know it – you have been distracted.” Ginny looked at him expectantly, her hands on her hips, resembling Mrs. Weasley.  “I’m not seeing anyone!” Harry said firmly. This was true. He was seeing anyone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t thinking about someone… “I know that Harry,” Ginny smiled “You’re not that type of person. It’s what I love about you.” She brushed a loose strand of hair behind his ear affectionately.  “But I do love you,” Harry said earnestly “it’s just…”  Ginny reached out and held both of his hands “I know,” she said softly “and I am sad. But its okay, I’m strong.” “Yeah,” smiled Harry “it’s one of the things I fell in love with.”  Ginny took a deep breath “Harry, whatever it is you can tell me.” She said seriously.  Harry swallowed and shuffled his feet uncomfortably “I can’t Gin,” he shrugged sadly.  She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips for a moment and then turned back towards the Common Room.  “I really am sorry Ginny.” Harry called out to her. He didn’t want Ginny to feel sad, he still did love her although however differently.  “I know Harry,” she said with a smile in her voice “but you’re still my best friend.”  Harry walked over to join her through the portrait hole “You’re telling Ron,” he grinned.  “Yeah, when Kneazles fly,” Ginny snorted. They both entered Gryffindor Tower laughing hysterically…

Ginny wasn’t the issue, it was Ron. Although both Harry and Ginny had told Ron that they were both comfortable with ending their relationship.

Friends embraced each other as they reunited from the Summer Break. Everyone was happy and excited, except for Harry. He reluctantly left sanctuary of his crriage and with his suitcases in his hands he headed towards the school in quick succession; he didn’t want to be noticed.

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On the other side of campus Draco’s mother handed his suitcases “Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.” She said crisply. “Have a good year.”

 The sun had slipped away pulling a blanket of stars above the roof of Hogwarts. Students spilled out of hallways as they went to dinner.  “I won’t keep you from dinner,” said Draco’s English teacher, “we’ll discuss the essay tomorrow.” “Yes, sir.” Draco smiled. As he turned around to head towards the Dining Hall Draco collided into another student.  “Watch wher –” Draco began his throat constricted upon seeing the person in front of him and the rest of the sentence died on his lips. Harry Potter stood facing him. The two boys surveyed each other anxiously. Draco’s heart beat frantically in his chest; he wondered whether it was audible? Harry scrutinized Draco uneasily, his thoughts flashed back to last year. Had he told anyone? Fear spiked his blood as that question flashed across his head.  Draco shifted his weight onto his other foot. He felt sick, his stomach was churning. This was what he had been dreading.  Harry took a deep breath and swallowed, he couldn’t let this ruin his year.  He opened his mouth to say something but –  “Oi Harry!” called out a voice from a far table “Hurry up would you?” Harry looked back at Draco a slight crease forming between his eyebrows as he studied Draco’s grey eyes. Then, he allowed the commotion and bustle of dinner to separate them.  No, no one had forgotten.

School work didn’t distract him as he would have liked it to. Draco punctuated his sentence with his pen and stole a glance towards the front of the classroom. He watched Harry hurriedly scrawl across his page.

Harry was nearly finished his paragraph but he didn’t need to look into the mirror at the front of the room to feel Draco’s stare burning into him. School work didn’t distract him as he would have liked it to.

Draco wasn’t sleeping. So many questions so many thoughts so many feelings. Was right the new wrong and wrong the new right?

Harry wasn’t sleeping. Acceptance, approval – did he need those things? The dangerous three letter word constantly badgered him: why.

The bell had signalled lunch three minutes ago. However harry was still seated at his desk adding the last few sentences to his piece. Food had turned into a chore, an annoying human necessity these days.

Draco sighed out aloud in annoyance; he had left his exercise in the classroom.  Changing his direction he headed towards the upstairs classroom. Food had begun to mean less and less to him anyway these days.

Harry put his paper into his folder as he packed up his books. He turned to leave the classroom only to find Draco in standing in the door way. The corridors were deserted, as was the building. Tension became a new element, a solid air that filled the room and flowed through both boys.  Boldly, Draco walked to his desk and picked up the book he had left. The urgent need to go but stay plagued Draco. He moved towards the door.  “Wait!” Called Harry, Draco spun around to face him.   Harry wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. “Look,” Draco began with a shaky voice “about…last year.” “I don’t know what happened,” interjected Harry, “but it was a onetime thing.” His pulse pounded in his ears. “No one needs to know,” Harry continued breathlessly. “We should just forget it.” Draco felt like he was a doorway: so many emotions were trying to escape at once that nothing was getting through. He felt a sort of numbness. Perhaps this new aesthetic flowing through him was the only motive for what happened next.  Draco stepped closer Harry and was hit with a strong wave of déjà vu. This was an almost perfect replica of what happened last year, except this time it felt right.  “What if I don’t want to forget it?” Draco breathed he leaned forward hesitantly, his lips brushing against Harry’s. Harry could feel Draco’s warm breath and closed his eyes as moved closer, giving in…

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