#how tender
“I was trapped,” Harry says, curled up on the big, squishy couch in front of the roaring fire, the sound of the rain spattering on the windows outside. “I couldn’t leave. You know, with the press, and the fans… It felt like a prison.”
“And now?” Draco asks, from where he’s tucked in next to Harry, resting his head on Harry’s chest, listening to the reassuring, steady beat of Harry’s boundless heart. “How does it feel now?”
Harry is quiet for a moment and then presses a kiss to Draco’s temple.
“Now,” he says softly, “it feels like a home.”
written for @drarrymicrofic and the prompt ‘prisoner’. Straight out of my head and onto the page.
Gentle reminder: I prefer that people do not extend or finish my writing without talking to me first! Thank you so much for understanding!
