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Harry didn't know how to deal with that scent. As much as it sometimes smelled like home,more like the pack he never thought he wanted. It was driving him crazy and horny and now, people thought Harry hated the new Potion teacher because of who he was. But it was the opposite. Harry was obsessed with Draco for years.
Neville started rolling his eyes when Harry picked up his head in the middle of their lunch before stopping eating just before the blond joined them.
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Harry and Draco have to chaperone the Yule Ball. At least this year, Harry’s wearing a suit that fits. Draco, however, always looks his finest.
For @loveyprophet
(Read it on AO3 here)
Harry stood in the corner of the room, fidgeting with his wedding ring and spinning it around his finger—a nervous habit he’d picked up over the years.
His eyes scanned the large hall.
The decorations were beautiful: the hall looked as if it were made of ice, the pillars shimmering in the light. Chandeliers hung overhead, decorated with strings of glass beads that looked like crystal and hung like icicles. The illusion of snowflakes fell around them, but it wasn’t cold.
The large hall was filled with students, some sitting at the tables and talking quietly while others danced.
Harry remembered the oversized, outdated suit he’d worn to his first Yule Ball, nothing like his tailored suit now. He’d insisted on buying it himself—not wanting to risk Draco dressing him in some extravagant outfit. In the end he’d settled for a black suit jacket, dress pants and a charcoal grey shirt. A burgundy pocket square with a gold trim added a touch of colour to the look.
He cleaned up nice, despite the tousled mess of his brown hair.
He had intended to wear a tie, but it kept choking him. So in the end, he’d opted to go without one, leaving the top buttons of his dress shirt undone.
The only jewellery he wore was the simple gold wedding ring. He knew Draco had wanted something extravagant, and it still astonished him that his husband had settled for something as simple as a gold band. But, of course, he had to add a touch of extravagance to it and had an infinity symbol engraved on the underside.
“He’ll be here,” a familiar voice told him.
He glanced over his shoulder, smiling as Hermione stepped over to his side.
She wore an elegant silk dress, the rippling fabric shifting between shades of indigo and violet. The asymmetrical strap sat atop her shoulder, laying like a sash across half her torso and trickling down into a billowing skirt that pooled around her feet. The exposed part of the torso what made of a skin-toned bodice that was covered in embroidered flowers and leaves the same colour as the rest of the dress. To balance out the silk strap of the asymmetrical strap, a slit ran up the opposing side of her skirt. Her long hair had been pinned back from her face by hairpins decorated with diamantes, but left untied; the unruly mess of curls hanging around her shoulders.
“You look lovely,” Harry told her.
“You don’t look to bad yourself,” Hermione replied, offering him a sweet smile as she stepped over to his side. “You clean up really nice.”
Harry ran his fingers though his hair, raking back the mess of curls as he dropped his gaze to hide his bashful smile.
“And then there’s Draco,” Hermione started.
Harry bolted upright, his eyes scanning the room for the familiar face.
The sight of him took Harry’s breath away.
He was dressed in a dark green silk dress shirt and a black cape coat. The billowing hem of the cape and lapels were embroidered with fine green and silver thread in detailed patterns and shimmering beads.
His long white-blond hair had been pulled back from his face and woven into a braid. A few stray strands of hair hung around his face, but the rest was pinned in place by jade, green amethyst and emerald encrusted hairpins.
His fingers were adorned with several rings—a silver signature ring with a cursive M engraved in it, another with a large onyx gem embedded in an elegant pattern of swirling silver, another that was made of aged silver, slightly tarnished but still beautiful, and silver snake-like ring that ran up the length of one of his index fingers and had two diamantes for eyes, and his gold wedding band.
Harry couldn’t help but smile, dumbstruck as he looked at Draco.
The man made his way over to them, a small smile creeping onto his face as he saw the look on Harry’s face.
“Hello, my love,” Draco said, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek.
Harry stared at his husband lovingly.
“Wipe that look off your face, Potter,” Draco told him, his voice soft and teasing. His stormy grey eyes looked Harry up and down, a small smile turning up the corners of his lips. “You look very handsome”
Harry shook himself from his trance, looking down as he smiled bashfully.
He looked back up at Draco and smiled.
“You look gorgeous,” Harry said softly.
“Thank you,” Draco said. He turned to Hermione, smiling at her fondly. “Hermione, you look lovely.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you mind if I stole my husband for a dance?”
“Not at all,” Hermione said, offering him a kind smile. “Just mind he doesn’t step on your toes.”
Draco let out a quiet chuckle, looping his arm through Harry’s and walking him over to the dance floor.
Draco pulled him close, taking Harry’s hand in his.
Harry adjusted his hold on Draco’s hand, his other hand settling on his husband’s waist.
Draco set his hand on Harry’s shoulder, but he took the lead, taking a step back and leading Harry into the dance.
Harry had gotten better at dancing over the years, but he was still a little awkward in his movements and a little clumsy. But Draco was graceful enough that no one could notice Harry’s stiff movements.
The lights that shimmered on the glass decorations reflected in their eyes, lighting up Harry’s aventurine depths and making Draco’s grey eyes sparkle like an icy lake.
Everything around them seemed to drift away as Harry stared into Draco’s eyes.
It was just the two of them.
As the melody slowed and the song began to fade into the next, Harry rested his forehead against Draco’s.
They stayed that way, swaying slowly as the music played.
Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.
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Sara’s Girl also made a podfic version of this, check it out!
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I think it’s about damn time I read this one!
The #1 thing i liked the most about this fic is the slow built. Not just between Harry and Draco but also between Draco and every other character in the story. Draco has pretty much isolated himself in Hogwarts with only Stanley to company him, so it was so heartbreakingly adorable to experience all of Draco's vulnerability, insecurity, and loneliness and see it slowly melt away. I also love how domestic this actually is. Yeah, there’s angst and drama, but we also just get to follow Draco and sort of get to experience how it is to be a teacher.
You won’t regret reading this. So don’t do like me and wait 6 years to read it!
Harry laid his head against the seat back and sighed. Transatlantic travel was faster by portkey than by airplane, but it couldn't be said to be more pleasant, and maintaining the Inconspicuus spell that kept the Muggle world from noticing him required more attention than he had expected. His lower back ached a little, and the first hints of a headache lurked behind his eyebrows. Getting a compartment to himself on the Hogwarts Express was the first thing that had gone right all day.
Written in 2003 (I believe), and largely considered a classic among H/D fanfiction. Really nice read, with a lot of nice original magic and characters.
