I wish I had the brain to do all the @hdcandyheartsfest prompts but alas, we do what we can ☺️ (Shoutout to all of you who are doing them every day, I love reading all your entries, you’re amazing!)

Anyway, here’s some fluff and domesticity for today’s prompt Love Confession under the cut (rated T | 800 words). Biggest thank you to @curlyy-hair-dont-care for betaing and being wonderful.

“Do you remember your first Sunday dinner at the Burrow?”

It’s not said like a question, just a low hum into the pillow, into the small space between them. Draco grunts, doesn’t open his eyes. He wasn’t asleep but he was drifting and it’s too early for a two-sided conversation.

He remembers, all right. Molly had invited him, out of pity he thinks, and via Granger. He didn’t want to go but Hermione can be very convincing. And scary.

“You played chess with Ron by the fire.” Harry’s voice sounds too awake for this hour.

Draco had almost forgotten that part, but they did sit by the fire for a while and it felt like home and family and safety, even though Draco didn’t belong and was a little bit lost. Now the warmth of the memory spreads in his abdomen like molten gold and he buries himself deeper into the sheets.

“You were so concentrated and kept frowning because Gin and I were testing George’s new products.”

“You were making such a ruckus with those things, like a pack of excitable racoons. It was hard to think,” Draco murmurs, and it comes out muffled, swallowed by his pillow. “Then there was the one that exploded on the coffee table.”

“And you nonchalantly threw a shield charm at us without looking up from the chessboard and then did a checkmate in the next second. I had no idea you were even paying attention.”

“Healer training instinct.”

“Ron was not impressed.”

“But you were.”

Harry doesn’t answer for a while, so Draco finally opens his eyes. Harry is looking at him and maybe Draco needs a shield charm now for the intensity of his gaze. His eyes don’t look green in the dawn light but they’re no less bright and fierce.

“I was. It’s also when I knew.”

“Knew what?”

It’s a strange thing how quickly Draco’s heart can start beating just because Harry’s voice suddenly sounded a bit small even in the few inches of space between them. Draco holds his breath and thinks that nothing good can come out of a five-a.m. talk. His thoughts spill into all the ugly corners of his mind where his insecurity lives, where there is proof that all this is not real, can’t be and Harry will tell him now that he’s changed his mind, that he had been right about Draco all along.

Harry can probably tell he is panicking, it’s hard to keep your composure when it’s the middle of the night and they are so close and still naked, because he reaches out to brush his thumb across Draco’s cheek and says, “Knew that I was in love with you.”

Maybe Harry did some wandless magic along with his words because Draco can’t feel his heart at all now.

“But that was…ages ago, years ago!” Eight years to be precise, when they were just starting to talk properly, when Harry was still in Auror training, before he had decided to leave, both the training and England, to find out what he wanted to do with his life.

“I know. I realised I was in love with you and I, er… didn’t want to be.” His smile is a little sheepish, but Draco doesn’t blame him. Still doesn’t believe that Harry came back after deciding that what he wanted was, in fact, Draco.

“But I wanted to tell you now. That I love you. And that I’m not going to disappear again.”

Draco feels a bit like he did at the Burrow back then – home, safe, warm – and no longer lost. These past few weeks since they’d started this – this thing that doesn’t have a name yet – seemed like something fragile, something precious. A bit lopsided, Draco thinks, on his side at least. For him, it has always been Harry, always, and there were times when he hated that. But nobody has ever even come close, so Draco had made peace with hoping that perhaps Harry might catch up one day. He wouldn’t have even dared to imagine that maybe it hasn’t been so uneven after all.

Draco closes his eyes so that Harry can’t see him properly, all of him, the unedited version that’s feeling like a broom has been pulled out from under him – but in a good way. Like a freefall. He can’t help the smile that’s stubbornly pulling at his mouth though, so he lets it happen.

“You impossible prat. This couldn’t wait until breakfast?”

Harry laughs, deep and happy and knowing, because Draco can’t hide from his voice how much he’s in love too, and Harry can see all the way through him anyway.

stargazing-enby:

Sanctuary

Written for @thejadewritergirl as a part of @hdowlpost 2021! I’d like to thank @april-thelightfury115and@drarryruinedme7 for betaing and cheerleading

Drarry | 2.2k | General Audiences|Dragon Tamer Harry,Dragon Healer Draco, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Sharing Clothes | Read on AO3

Excerpt:

Draco was already there, as Harry knew he’d be. He’d probably fallen asleep in his office, the idiot. Harry made a mental note to make sure the git went back to the Tamer’s Resort with him tonight before he forgot he was not, despite what his name might suggest, one of the dragons. 

“You’re doing so well, Suzie,” came Draco’s voice, soft and gentle. “You’ll get to meet them very soon.”

He was crouched, with his back to Harry, by the head of one of their biggest and most magnificent Chinese Fireballs—and one of the very first dragons Harry’d ever had under his care. Halting on the threshold, Harry allowed himself to smile at the sight of Draco touching Suzie reverently between her ears. 

He’d been so protective of her, at first. So reluctant to let Malfoy, of all people, come close to the dragon with whom he’d formed one of his deepest bonds, despite knowing she needed more care than he could provide for her. She needed a Dragon Healer, not just a Tamer, he’d known—but the fact it was Malfoywho was going to treat her had seemed so ludicrous at the time. 

Now, Harry couldn’t get enough of the sight of both of them together. Couldn’t help but marvel at how much she clearly trusted him, even around her eggs.

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Read this super cute fic!! So great❤️

A cold, wet nose nuzzled Draco’s cheek, and he sighed. Light was filtering in through the blinds, and although his alarm hadn’t gone off yet, he was sure it wouldn’t be long. Just the thought of it buzzing was enough to pinch his brow together, and he curled up tighter, clinging to that warm, sleepy feeling.

Then a paw dropped onto his shoulder.

“Alright,” he sighed, dragging his eyes open to find Nala the golden retriever pawing and licking at the air in excitement. “Come on then.”

As he fought to untangle himself from the covers, however, arms snaked around him from behind, anchoring him to his husband’s chest.

“Where y'goin?” Harry murmured, honey-warm and soft with sleep. It made him shiver.

“Nala needs to pee, and then I need to get ready for work,” he said, drawing Harry’s arms further around him all the same—how could he not? Harry paused.

“Draco,” he said, voice ladled with amusement. “It’s Saturday.”

“… Oh.”

With a snicker, Harry squeezed him closer, calling him a twit. And though he gave him a light kick for his insolence, Draco couldn’t help but smile and press a kiss to the back of Harry’s hand, revelling in the resulting happy hum. But though he let his eyes drift closed, a huff caught their attention.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled, squeezing Harry once more before climbing out of bed. “Let’s go pee.”

“Don’t be too long,” Harry murmured, and really, it should have been criminal for him to look so soft and sleep-mussed.

“We won’t,” Draco managed around the affection lodged in his throat.

After all, what we’re Saturday mornings for?

This is unbeta’d, and I’ve not even reread it, but this was my morning and I had to share :D I’m still working on the prompts for my 2k milestone too ❤️

Pansy: Potter! Potter! Potter! Why don’t you just talk to him Draco?

Draco *scandalised gasp*: Excuse me?

Pansy: Seriously, all you ever do is bitch. All the time!

Draco: I happen to bitch the perfect amount for someone in my situation .

Drarry! Coming Home!

• Harry loved coming home late.
• Even if it meant that he was bone tired after a hard and stressful day at the Auror office.
• Because then he would find Draco curled up on the couch, sound asleep with drool on his cheek because he had dozed off while waiting for him even though he was clearly exhausted from his own day at Mungos.
• Harry’s heart would swell three sizes at the sight, threatning to explode.
• Then he would carry Draco to bed, all the while Draco tried to wake up and ask about his day, mumbling sleepily against his neck.
• Harry would just kiss him on the forehead and hold him a little tighter because Dear Merlin! he loved Draco so much.
• And then, when they finally got in bed, Draco would snuggle up against him and literally meltinto his arms as if his home has returned tohim.

• Harry loved coming home on time.
• Because then he would get to pick up take out on the way and catch Draco right when he was getting out of his after-work shower, all fresh and soft and smelling like apples. Looking so vulnerable and open in Harry’s too big t-shirt and his silk pajamas, his hair wet and all his defences down.
• And Harry would get to kiss Draco, soft and tender, and hard and rough and passionate and yearning and all the way he could, and Draco would kiss back and it would lead to Harry bending Draco over the counter and fucking him silly.
• Then they would have dinner together while gossiping about their day, and after that watch telly with his head laying on Draco’s lap as Draco ran his fingers through his hair.
• Later that night they would make love and fall asleep into each others arms only to wake up the next day and have lazy morning sex before rushing off to work.

• Harry loved coming home early.
• Because then he would get to prepare a nice home cooked meal for his husband and set a romantic table with wine and candles so Draco could relax and finally unwind.
• He loved the look of surprise on Draco’s face when he returned and found Harry home already waiting for him, and the pleased smile that took over his face when Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close mumbling “I missed you,” before kissing him.
• He especialy loved the way Draco practically glowed at seeing the table set up for their home-date ritual.
• Harry would take his bag and coat and massage his shoulders while listening to him rant about his day with the most animated gestures, complaining about his stern mentor or talk about a new hilarious or interesting medical case he came across. (And on rare occasions he would let Harry hold him and take care of him while he cried because someone had died, or he had been unable to help someone and was forced to give a family the bad news).
• And then they would have dinner where Draco half ate half seduced Harry by making the most erotic pleased sounds which were downright pornographic sometimes.
• Then they would take a nice shower together where they definitely had steamy shower sex and Harry fucked Draco against the wall letting out all the pent up sexual tension that Draco had been building up since dinner.
• On these days they would head to bed early and Harry would get to watch Draco read a book the size of a brick with his ridiculous but totaly sexy reading glasses on, or Harry would read something himself with Draco curled up against him, dozing off as Harry gently stroked his side.
• Most of all, Harry loved coming home to Draco.And he loved having Draco come home to him.

Okay but that moment when person A comes home late and finds person B curled up on the couch, sound asleep because they dozed off while waiting for person A even though they were clearly tired from their own day at work, and person A’s heart justmelts at the sight. And then they pick up person B to carry then to bed, only for person B to bury their face in person A’s neck and mumble sleepily something along the lines of “You are back? How was your day…” and person A just holds them tighter because Dear Godthey love Person B so much! And person B just sighs and melts into their arms as if their home has returned to them.

I mean just IMAGINE YOUR OTP!

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)

Harry:*exists*

Draco: enemies to lovers, angst with Happy ending, mutual pining, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, power couple, 300k fanfiction