This close up, Draco can see the differences that have occurred over the years. Harry's hair is longer, although it's as unruly as ever; his forearms are well-muscled and decorated with ink; and there are small lines by his eyes that look like they would crinkle if he were smiling. Which, at this moment, he most definitely is not. He looks like he's worn the same clothes for three days and just rolled out of bed, yet Harry's so unfairly gorgeous it makes Draco's heart ache.
"What do you want, Draco?" Harry asks, his voice resigned.
The question snaps Draco out of his reverie. "A divorce," he proclaims as he opens his bag.
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Thank you to @nerdherderette for always being such an amazing collaborator and giving me such cool art prompts! This fic is amazing and I was honoured to be paired with you on it 💜 💖