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Height Difference

“Potter! Looks like puberty has yet to hit you at age 17?” Harry turned around to look at Malfoy, look up at Malfoy, “Still as short as you were when you were a mere firstie, aren’t you?”

Harry fought the blush coming up on his cheeks, he hated it when Draco teased him about his height. But it was inevitable, with it being one of Draco’s favourite taunts ever since they were dating. Draco was a half a head taller than him and he loved reminding him of it everyday. 

Pushing Draco further from him so their difference wouldn’t be so apparent, he resolved to find a way to grow taller than Draco, or at least lessen their height difference, they had magic for a reason right?

“Watch it Malfoy, your words might come back to bite you in the back!”

 /break\

Harry found himself being put on a vigorous routine by Hermione to facilitate his growth. Sleep at ten sharp and wake up at six, a full eight hours of sleep. Then, laps around Hogwarts ground, jump-roping, followed by a short session of yoga. His meals now contained a healthy portion of proteins, whole grains and vegetables.

He had a feeling that Hermione’s participation in his plan to increase in height was mreo out of motivation for him to shed the abuse from the Dursleys rather than spite Draco. But as long as the end result was that he could gloat about his new height in front of Draco, he didn’t mind and Hermione on his side was always helpful. 

He liked the routine too, it made him feel like there was something to look forward to each day, it helped him cope with the sudden red light the end of the war brought to him. Don’t get him wrong, Voldemort dying was great, but with the last year being filled with a marathon of one death threat after another, when everything stopped he felt restless. This was good for him, plus he was getting ripped.

/break\

A month and a half into this new muggle-wizard mixed routine and he was seeing progress already, mentally and physically. Harry Potter was no longer the scrawny boy who wandered into Hogwarts halls seven years ago, he had finally grown into his body.

Casting a spell to measure his height again, he sighed, looking at the same number that had been staring at him for the past week or so. Hermione had told him that the growth spurt would stop at some point of another, and he was fine with it, if the height he stopped at was taller than Draco. 

But luck was yet again not on his side, he was an inch shorter than Draco, which meant he needed at least two more inches to have a notable height difference than Draco. Damn.

Carrying his books, he set off towards the library, hoping to catch Hermione on one of her many visits there to ask for any more pointers that could help him gain the last few inches he needed.

“Harry! Wait!” Stopping in his steps towards the library, he saw Ginny coming out of the Gryffindor dorms. “ You’ve stopped growing.”

“ A very rude way to start a conversation, but yes thank you for pointing that out.” Harry replied, irritated that someone had pointed it out to him, was it that obvious?

Rolling her eyes at him, Ginny thrust a bottle of green liquid towards him, “ You’ve been trying to out grow Malfoy at height right? And I’ve kept an eye out for your progress, you haven’t grown at all in the last week.”

“Is there a point to this conversation or are you just going to continue upsetting me?”

“ This is a growth potion, it’ll help you gain like two, three inches instantly. That’s what you need right? A few more inches to be taller than Malfoy?”

“Why do you have this? Why didn’t Hermione give it to me first place?”

“ It isn’t exactly the best option to go for, the Ministry banned it some time ago. There’s an ingredient inside that might cause hallucination if you have too much of it. That’s why it was banned. People wanted to grow taller desperately and over-consumed, But you won’t do it, yeah?”

“ Yea…yea, i survived Voldemort… I’m not dying because of some stupid potion. But why?”

“ Harry, you’re like a brother to me and now that you’re dating Malfoy, I can’t directly assault him. So this is me, assaulting his ego through making you taller than him, like a side ‘fuck you’!”

/break\

He paced in the abandoned classroom he had asked Draco to meet him at. After ingesting the potion Ginny had given him and marvelling at the effects it brought, he had immediately asked Draco to meet him here to gloat.

He couldn’t decide on the one-liner to use to show-off his new height, there were just so many options. But apparently he didn’t have time to make a choice, Draco had arrived. And without a solid line to go on, Harry decided he would just stand and let Draco stare.

And stare Draco did, Draco stared up at him, a memory that Harry needed to possess forever. But he didn’t seem too bothered by the fact that Harry was taller than him, in fact Draco maintained that same ol in infuriating smirk on his face, sauntered over to him and planted a firm kiss on his lips.

Leaning down into the kiss, Harry marveled at the need to lean down to kiss Draco, but he was confused, why wasn’t Draco more concerned with the new difference in height?

Slightly reeling from the spectacular kiss he was given, Harry watched doe-eyed as Draco pulled a potion out from his pockets?

The potion was green and looked exactly liked the one Ginny had gifted him. No, no,no. He watched horrified as Draco gulped down the potion and grew exactly three inches taller. 

No.

No fucking way. 

“ You really thought that you could be taller than me Potter?” Draco’s smirk seemed to grow larger as Harry had to look up him again, “ I had a back-up plan all along, I overheard Ginerva’s plan to give you the potion and decided that it would be smart to have one myself.”

“No.”

“Yes, Harry. But I must say I am appreciating your new physique.”

Pissed off that he would be stuck shorter than Draco forever, he pouted petulantly at his boyfriend. Well, he tried to pout at his boyfriend, before his lips were captured in a kiss by said boyfriend, before he had to tilt his head up to kiss said boyfriend again.

Damn it.

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Heights and Husbands

Harry potter was afraid of heights. He used to love the feeling of being above everything, sitting on top of the Dursleys’ house , the wind in his face, blowing away every worry he had. He loved it even more when he discovered quidditch, the rush of flying was indescribable, it used to thrill him every single time he rose up to the sky. 

But slowly, heights became something like a taboo. The escape from privet drive, Hedwig dying, Moody dying. The astronomy tower, Dumbledore dying. The numerous escapades during the horcrux hunt on brooms (and dragons), more people dying.

He wasn’t scared of the heights, he was scared of what the heights brought, death mainly (nightmares too). No one commented on his reluctance to play quidditch after the war, or on the fact that he stopped doing his daily laps around the pitch. When he graduated, there were questions asking if he would pursue a professional quidditch career, he denied all of the offers, choosing to take a few years off with his boyfriend Draco. 

His Husband Draco, he corrected himself with a contempt smirk on his face. Draco was the one beautiful thing he had with life for a long time. After the war, they depended so heavily on each other that it raised many eyebrows, but Harry didn’t carry he loved Draco with everything he had.

He turned his head over to face Draco, absorbing the absolute beauty that is his. Today was the second to last day on their honeymoon before they would go back to magical Britain and take up their promised positions as professors at Hogwarts. Today was also the day that Draco had taken up full responsibility for planning, not that he didn’t plan the days before as well, but today he insisted on it, refusing to let Harry in on any of the details.

Musing on what his husband could be up to, he absently traced his fingers along the spine of Draco’s, slowly rousing him to begin their day together.

He was excited for today, and Draco took forever to get ready.

 /break\

It was around two when Draco gave his odd request of blindfolding him, he obliged, of course, the morning was spent perfectly already and he couldn’t wait to see what else Draco had planned. He happily allowed Draco to tie the blindfold around his eyes and apparate him away. 

Instantly, something in him shifted, it was as if the location had triggered a warning system inside of him. The wind in his face, the unsteadiness in his footing, he was way above ground and he did not like it one bit. 

He could feel his blindfold being slowly taken off as Draco came to wrap his arms around him, steadying him. His suspicions were proven to be correct as he surveyed his environment around him. 

A thin bridge connected the two mountains, beneath it a beautiful blue lagoon flowed peacefully. He appreciated the view very much so, but as he saw someone plummeting to the water from the bridge, he immediately reached towards his wand to cast an arresto momentum. 

Before the spell could come out of his mouth, he felt his husband’s hand on his, as he whispered into his ears, “wait.”

He obliged his husband, hoping that there wouldn’t be any death today, Draco wouldn’t let someone die…right?

Focusing on the person instead of the memories that come with the situation, he realized that there was a rope tied around their feet. Was this some weird muggle torture devise invented when he was in the wizarding world?

Why did Draco bring him here? Didn’t he know he hated heights? They were on their honeymoon for god’s sake!

And then it all clicked, it was a bungy jump. Something that he had long crossed off his bucket list once fifth year ended, his eyes zeroed in on the sign on his right, the Bloukrans Bridge, Western Cape, South Africa.

Draco loosened his grip on his arms once he realized that the statue was not going to be broken and shifted on his feet nervously. 

“Why…did you bring us here?”

“The war took something away from you and replaced it with fear. Harry you love flying. Don’t give me that look I know you do. And the war took that away from you, Remember how we used to have seeker matches on the pitch and… I’m not going to force you if you don’t want to but I know you miss flying… and I know you can bring yourself to go up…and so this is me offering to do it together…conquering your childhood dreams and your teenage nightmares?”

And he was right, Draco was always right. Harry longed to fly again, he longed to fly again without the screams plaguing him. And maybe this was the way?

“I know it may seem it be sudden, the whole plunging towards the water affair… but I thought we could approach this Gryffindor-style, you know? Going all in without regard for absolutely anything? Your style?”

Harry smirked at the subtle jab at him. 

“There’s even a couple packages if you’re up for it?”

Shakily, Harry took Draco’s hand and pulled him to the counter, signing them up for the highest jump of them all.

“That one Harry? Are you sure your frail heart can take that?”

“Gryffindor-style, right? Scared Malfoy-Potter?”

“You wish Potter-Malfoy!”

Part I: Storm

Stormy little cottagecore Drarry AU —

Where Harry moves into an old cabin in the middle of the woods and Draco is the fae of the forest and he’s curious about this messy haired human with oversized ill fitting clothes and why he keeps harvesting the saplings that Draco so lovingly plants around his forest and Harry finally invites the wet little fae into his cottage for a hot cuppa and it clicks for Draco that this weird shaggy man is in fact a wand maker and he’s been using Draco’s trees for wands. Chaos ensues.

AU where Draco spends the summer’s with Harry at the Black-Lupin household because things are tense at the Malfoy Manor. Its all going good until one day someone pays them a visit. Starring: sibling bantar between Harry and teddy, protective dad Sirius, and Remus (who is low-key turned on).

• “Can we please keep him?” Draco bit back a smile as Teddy whined for the third time. They were in the kitchen, waiting for Remus to finish making breakfast. Sirius was doodling his latest design for his motorcycle, while Draco read a book and pretended not to evesdrop on the conversation taking place next to him.
• “Sorry Teddy, but Draco is a person, we cannot just keep him,” Remus explained patiently, already looking tired from having the same discussion, again.
• “But I am not even allowed a pet dog because of dad!”
• “Hey!” Sirius looked indignant but went back to his drawings when Remus gave him a quelling look.
• “Can’t we just give the Malfoys Harry in exchange? That way we can keep Draco!”
• “That won’t happen, they love me more,” Harry entered the room, kissing Draco’s cheek before leaning back against the counter, unwrapping a fresh cup of strawberry yogurt.
• “No they don’t!” Teddy agrued. “They love me more! Tell him Dad!”
• Remus closed his eyes as if asking the Lord for strength.
• “Please,” Harry drawled, licking the yogurt exaggeratedly from his lips. “We picked you up from the dumpster. Plus, I came before you, so they love me more.”
• “That’s not true. And that’s mine!” He pointed at the yogurt. When Harry just shrugged and continued to eat it, Teddy launched himself at him, trying to snatch the yogurt from Harry, who grinned wickedly and raised it high above his head as Teddy bounced on his feet in a vain attempt to reach it.
• “Dumpster baby! Dumpster baby!” Harry sang.
• “You are the dumpster Baby! Give me my yogurt back-DAD!!” Teddy cried, turning to Remus for support, who pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He probably wanted to throttle them both, but his love for them stopped him from doing so.
• Remus sighed, “Teddy, there is more yogurt in the fridge–”
• “I want this one!”
• “–AND you should share it with your brother.” He finished strictly.
• Teddy’s cheeks flushed with anger and he glared at Harry, who stuck his tongue out in response.
• “Told you: they love me more.”
• “Harry,” Remus warned and Harry shut his mouth, smiling innocently.
• Teddy huffed. Then punching Harry’s waist with his small fists repeatedly, he screamed, “I hate you, I hate you! I want Draco!”
• “Oh, do you, now?” Harry grinned and picked up the 6 year old, throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as Teddy thrashed and flailed, hitting Harry’s back. Harry guffawed, dumping the boy on the couch in the living room before viciously attacking him with tickles.
• Peels of shrill laughter filled the house as Teddy struggled and tried to get away, while Harry pulled up his shirt and blew loud, wet raspberries on his tummy, easily holding down Teddy until the boy relented, admitting defeat.
• The door bell rang, interrupting their bliss.
• “I’ll get it!” Draco said, getting up from the table. As he left the kitchen, he heard Teddy’s voice reasoning with the others “See! He helps out around the house too!”
• This time Draco didn’t stop his smile from spreading across his face. However, it instantly died down when he opened the door.
• “Father?”
• Lucius’s eyes raked over his son, taking in his tattered muggle t-shirt and snitch pajamas–both of which he had borrowed from Harry the previous night. Draco supressed the urge to squirm under the scrutiny and stood taller, hoping that his face looked as impassive and nonchalant as possible.
• “Draco.” Lucius’s voice was as condescending as ever. How his father managed to put so much icy disdain in just his name alone was beyond Draco.
• “What do you want?”
• “Pack you bags. I am taking you back to the Manor, your mother wants you.”
• Draco grip on the door knob tightened. “If she wants me then she can come get me herself.”
• “Do not argue with me.”
• “But I don’t want to go!”
• His father’s nostrils flaired. His grabbed Draco’s hand in a painful grip and pulled so forcefully that Draco almost stumbled. “I have put up with your nonsense long enough!”
• “Hey! let him go!” Harry was at his side in an instant, pushing at Lucius to break his grip on Draco’s wrist and placing himself protectively between them, shielding Draco away from his father.
• “Are you okay?” He asked softly, concerned eyes searching Draco’s face. Cradling his soar wrist, Draco swallowed and nodded. Harry turned back to face Lucius, eyes hard, “He is not going anywhere with you.”
• Lucius sneered, “And you are going to stop me?”
• “I sure will.”
• Lucius grabbed Harry’s collar, he was atleast a foot taller than the teenager, and hissed dangerously, “Listen you filthy halfblood–”
• “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.”
• Lucius stopped at the voice and looked over. Sirius was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall and looking as casual and devastatingly handsome as ever as he twirled his wand between his fingers.
• “I would strongly suggest you unhand my godson,” he said calmly. A threatning edge to his voice.
• Draco’s father wasn’t one to be messed with. Malfoys were notorious for being terrifying, Draco knew that, but they had nothing over Blacks. Lucius yielded, letting go of Harry.
• “Now, how can I help you?” Sirius asked cheerfully as he came to stand in the entryway, not so subtly extending a protective arm across Harry and gently edging the two boys behind him.
• Lucius smoothed his hands down the front of his robes, trying to gather his bearings.
• “I am here to take Draco.”
• “Is that so? And who, might I ask, are you?”
• “His father. Lord Malfoy.”
• Sirius raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Draco.
• “Draco, darling, do you want to go with this man?”
• Draco swallowed, looking down at his shoes. Harry must have sensed his fear and hesitation, because he took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, making him smile.
• Gaining courage, Draco squared his shoulders and looked his father straight in the eyes. “No, sir.” He answered through clenched teeth.
• Sirius shrugged. “Well, lord Malfoy, you heard the boy. Looks like Draco is staying here after all.”
• “Draco!” Lucius hissed. “Stop this, this instant or I will–!”
• He was cut off by Sirius, who placed a hand on the door frame, leaning against it and blocking the young boy from view.
• Lucius glared coldly at Sirius, who simply flashed his teeth in response. It would have looked charming if not for the dangerous glint in Sirius’s eyes that was downright wicked.
• Lucius narrowed his eyes and inched forward till he was nose to nose with Sirius. “You don’t want to make an enemy of me.”
• Sirius straitened, all his polite, cheerful facade forgotten as his expression hardened and a dark shadow took over his handsome face. Draco was glad to note that Sirius had a couple of inches over his father. Now try looking at him down your nose, he thought happily.
• “Yeah?” Sirius said, sounding almost bored. “I don’t know…being your enemy sounds very tempting.” He looked over his shoulders. “Harry, pup, will you be a doll and take Draco inside while I deal with our unwelcome guest?”
• Harry blinked, glancing between the two men as he hesitated for a moment. Then he nodded, “Sure,” and tugged at his and Draco’s still entwined hands.
• They had barely entered the kitchen when they heard raised voices from outside. Then there was a dull thud of a body hitting the ground and everything went quiet, followed by the bang of a door being slammed shut. Moments later Sirius returned, rubbing his knuckles.
• “What happened?” Remus asked, eyes roaming over Sirius’s body, checking to see if he was hurt.
• “Nothing. Would you floo the Aurors? I think there’s a man sleeping on our doorstep,” he inclined his head toward the entrance. “I’ll just pop back up and take care of this,” he held up his hand to show his bruised knuckles before disappearing up the staircase.
• Remus’s eyes followed his husband as he left, an intense look in his eyes. He gulped, then seeming to come to a decision he hastily took off his apron and gave it to Harry. “You two can call the Aurors and take care of breakfast, right?”
• But he didn’t wait for Harry to respond before rushing after Sirius, a hungry look in his eyes as he climbed two steps at a time.
• Harry tsked and shook his head, while Draco was extremely confused.
• “What just happened?”
• Harry’s face screwed up, “Urgh, they are going to fuck like bunnies now.” When Draco just gave him a blank look, Harry explained. “It’s their thing; aparantly, Remus going all feral, or Sirius being a protective bad boy gets them going.”
• Draco grimaced, finaly catching on. “I did not need to know that. And neither should you. How do you even…?”
• “Don’t ask, it’s painful as it is. They forget their silencing charm way too often. I swear to god, the way they are with each other, you would think they are still horny teenagers and not men who have been married for nearly two decades.”
• Draco looked at the door through which the two men had just left. “I think it’s sweet, though, that they are still crazy for each other, even after so many year,” he murmured, his eyes flitting to Harry. “I would love to be like that with someone when I am their age. Have what they have.”
• “Yeah?” Harry’s voice was soft as he hugged Draco from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
• “Yeah, It seems lovely,” Draco said shyly, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.
• “I suppose it does.”
• Draco turned his head, meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry leaned in, catching Draco’s lips in a chaste but deep kiss. A promise of possibilities, a tentative hope for a future, of something great and amazing and utterly beautiful. One that they don’t have yet, but the could. If they tried. Slowly but surely. Together.
• “Eww.”
• They broke apart and Harry rolled his eyes at Teddy’s disgusted face and Draco snickered, dropping his head on Harry’s shoulder.
• “This reminds me: let’s put our own silencing charms for precaution, I don’t want you to get traumatised already,” He told Draco.
• “Do they really forget to do it that often?”
• “Often enough for me take this precaution. Now c'mon.”
• After they placed the charm, Harry began to finish preparing breakfast, picking up right where Remus left. Draco came to stand next to him.
• “Harry.”
• “Yeah?” He said distractedly, eyes on the pan as he flipped the last of the pancakes.
• “Thank you.”
• When Harry looked over, Draco wasn’t looking at him, but was instead busy taking out the plates, a soft smile on his face.
• Harry opened his mouth as if wanting to ask what he was grateful for, but he didn’t. And Draco was glad, because he had a feeling that he himself didn’t know the answer. Because it wasn’t a Thank you for the pancakes, or for standing up to his father, or for letting him stay, or none of those other things. It was much more…just much more than what anyone can thank someone for in words.
• It was for love, for comfort, for safety, for the cozy evenings, languishing afternoons, and lazy teasing breakfast mornings. It was for the unconditional and unbidden love that rediated in this house. The urge to protect each other like the family they were. It was just the feeling of having someone, or some place, to call your own, and feel it too. Like home.
• Draco felt Harry’s eyes on him as he made a smily out of Jam on Teddy’s pancake, just how Teddy liked it.
• Callouse hands held his waist, and suddenly Draco was being pulled in for another kiss. He eagerly responded, wrapping his arms around Harry’s neck, his jam-sticky fingers in the air behind him, away from Harry’s hair.
• This time they ignored the mock gagging sounds that Teddy made in the background, like the hypocrits they were. It seemed like they had no right to criticise Sirius and Remus.
• In the end, Draco set the table as Harry pulled out choclate yogurt from the fridge and gave it to Teddy, ruffling his hair. Teddy’s face lit up, all his earlier rage forgotten, and he rewarded Harry with a wet smacking kiss on his cheek. As Teddy dug into his yogurt, Draco joined them on the table, sitting next to Harry and accioing a napkin to wipe Teddy’s already choclate smudged face.
• All in all it was a blissfull summer morning at The Black-Lupin’s.

Based on Young Sheldon (season 2, episode 20)