Ooh, tell me about the Silent Draco fic! ❤
Thanks for the ask darling, here’s a wee snippet ❤️ this story is the extension of this little Tumblr!fic!
After a while, it becomes normal. Harry asks him what veg he wants with dinner from one aisle of the supermarket, while Draco picks up a baguette from the bakery section. Draco imagines a huge spread from the local Indian takeaway until Harry cracks and grabs his wallet. Harry begs for more, and more, and harder, and Draco gives it to him.
Sometimes, it’s as complicated as Draco had worried it would be. The war is over but their hurt isn’t, not all of it, not all of the time. Bubbles of anger and fear and desolation rise up from the depths and pop, desperate and crushing, in the middle of a film, or a walk, or an argument.
