#Draco H.

[iamnmbr3]

Voldemort: So you had Harry Potter captured and completely at your mercy on the Hogwarts Express and you let him go?

Draco: Oops? I did break his nose first.

*

Voldemort: So you had Harry Potter captured and completely at your mercy on the floor of your living room and you let him go??

Draco: I didn't realize it was him? I thought it was a different dark haired, green eyed wizard with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

*

Lucius during the Battle of Hogwarts: Where's my son?

Voldemort: Perhaps he has befriended Harry Potter.

Lucius: How could you say that?

Voldemort: ....

Voldemort: Have you met your son?

[cailynwrites]

Lumos by birdsofshore (41k, E)

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, So much wanking, Wandless Magic

“OK. Just remember. What did it feel like? Picture that, and say it. Close your eyes again.” Malfoy did, and Harry watched him sitting there, serious and solemn, his lips parted. He looked like a prince in a story book, with his fine-boned face and his silver-sleek hair. “Lumos,” Malfoy said, and then made a low sound, a little grunt of pleasure. “Yes,” he said, eyes still closed, and Harry had to shift on the bed because the look on Malfoy’s face was making him think of something quite different. “Go on. You can do it.” “Yes. Lumos. Fuck, yes.” Malfoy’s eyes opened again. “Feel it.” He grabbed Harry’s hand with his own. “Lumos. I’m doing it.” Harry could feel flickers of magic skittering all around them. He closed his own eyes and ran his fingers over the smoothness of Malfoy’s palm. “Uhh. Lumos,” Malfoy said, and Harry felt a burst of energy, brief and electric, against his fingertips. “Wow. Yes. That’s it.” He felt excitement fizzing inside him at Malfoy’s achievement. Their hands slid together, Malfoy’s thumb rubbing across the callouses at the base of Harry’s fingers. Fuck, that was distracting. Like hot sparks rushing over every nerve ending.

(rec by @cailynwrites)

🎧 There's also a podfic version recorded by me🎧

[underwittingly]

midnight rendezvous

[drarry-reccage]

Everything Is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (43k, E)

Tags: Time Travel, Reincarnation, Non-Linear Narrative, Soul Magic

The Manor is crumbling around him, shadows lancing around corners in the dim torchlight along the halls. Draco scrambles across the marble floors of the Manor, littering the tiles with erratic footsteps, the sharp tack of them echoing, rising, towards the cavernous, gilded ceilings. He barges into the office and yanks open the drawer. The Time-Turner sits innocently on the drawer’s velvet lining. Draco takes the chain between his shaking fingers, and finds the small crown on the side. How long will it take to convince Potter? To catch him before it’s too late? On the twelfth turn, one for each hour, his fingers slip away. For a brief, heart-shattering moment, it doesn’t work. And then, nearly imperceptible at first, the light begins to seep back into the day.

(rec by @cailynwrites)

[greenerteacups]

Besides dramione, is there any couple with Hermione or Draco that you ship?

I'm an established enjoyer of Tomione, which for me is like reading a certain kind of D/H dynamics on steroids. The concept of "horrible terrible no-good man falls desperately in love with the most stubborn woman alive" is my own personal catnip. I've also liked a few fics that ship her with one of the Marauders or Regulus via time-travel shenanigans (though I tend to get squicked by the age gap if the fic's set in the 90s. Just not the kind of weird I'm into). Krumione is a classic example of a ship whose full potential was conditioned on Krum getting a character arc that never came, but he was still an excellent training boyfriend, and the fact that Hermione is on the record as having a thing for quidditch players makes me happy.

Draco I don't ship with anyone else, though. I've read a few fics pairing him with Harry, which I can and do enjoy, but I don't really ship it outside of the fic itself. The way Draco is characterized in the D/HP fandom is not my own preferred characterization, though I'll freely say this ship has some of the best Harrys in fandom. And even the Draco comment isn't me dunking on the ship, by the way — fic writers are under no obligation to explore the things I personally find interesting about Draco and his relationships with other characters. And to be honest, it's probably just hard for me to imagine my childhood OTP with anyone else.

[nathancomet]

Drarry Headcannon:

After Draco was given the dark mark, he used to SH where the mark was on his arm. So now, every day at breakfast Harry wraps his arm in pretty silver bandages and giving him little kisses, reminding him that every part of him deserves to be loved.

[inheartofwinter]

For @drarrymicrofic 's prompt "Midnight". G | 146.

in the first snow

It was three minutes till midnight. Draco hadn't slept yet. He was still waiting.

Harry had said he would come back this week. It was already Sunday, but Draco didn't mind. Harry had said he would come back, so he would definitely come back.

Draco stared at the snow gently covering the ground through the window. They were the first snow of the year. Harry had said he would watch the first snow with Draco.

The trees in the garden rustled despite there was no wind. Draco held his breath, his heart beat wildly.

The rustling got nearer and nearer, and then, a shadow tumbled out of the rose bushes.

Draco pushed the window open. Snow fell on his face, cold and refreshing.

Hearing the noise, the shadow looked up and smiled. "I'm back."

Draco threw himself out of the window, into Harry's arm. "Welcome back!"

[dodgerkedavra]

Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound [Wireless Fic Claim)

Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound by dodgerkedavra

Word Count: 51k

Rating: E

Summary: Harry Potter can't sleep.

Then the Lumos fades away, and Draco’s tugging the blankets over him—when did they get into the bed?—and Harry wriggles across the mattress and flings an arm and a leg over Draco and pushes his face into Draco’s neck. “That’s it.” Draco runs his fingers through Harry’s still-damp hair. “That’s perfect. Stay there.” “Is this dating?” Harry mumbles, his brain like syrup. “Boyfriends?” “This is boyfriends,” Draco answers sleepily. “Please, please, don’t forget again.” “Didn’t forget anything.” Harry didn’t forget a single thing. He wouldn’t forget being boyfriends with Draco. “That’s right, darling. That’s right.” Harry closes his eyes. He wiggles the toes of his left foot as subtly as he can to take the edge off the restlessness in his legs. His entire body, actually, but it will keep Draco up if he shakes his foot all night. Draco falls asleep, his arm getting heavier on Harry’s waist. The song stays quiet for beats and beats and beats of Draco’s heart. Then it gets louder, like someone tiptoeing across the room.  Like someone leaning down to breathe on the back of Harry’s neck. Harry opens his eyes and listens.

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[dewitty1]

Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

we have heard on high

oflights @oflights

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger,Madam Rosmerta/George Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Getting Together, Dating, Chocolatier Draco Malfoy, Woodcutter Harry Potter, Chocolate, Trees, Flowers, Singing, Ferret Draco Malfoy, Tree Sex, Drinking, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2023, Christmas Carols, Tattooed Harry Potter, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)Language: English Collections: H/D Erised 2023 Words: 34,734

Summary:

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭*⁺˚. * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Excerpt:

“You really are cute as a ferret,” Harry says later. The shop is closed for the night, poor Benjamin has finally been sent home, and Draco has let Harry into the back kitchen, where he’s putting trays of chocolate in the cold cupboard to chill for the night.

Draco gives him a glare, but it seems perfunctory, and after a moment where Harry realizes he’s assessing whether he means it, he tips his nose in the air with a sniff. “Of course I am. Much cuter than that weasel.”

“Well—”

“I can quite easily throw you out of here, you know.”

“There’s no question that you’re cuter than weasel George,” Harry says, finding he means it as he says it. Draco looks assessing again, before turning back to spelling a few molds clean, and Harry watches with delight as a flush crawls up the back of his neck.

He sidles up to the counter, leaning his hip against it and crowding in close. Draco hastily brings out a stack of chocolate bars, shiny and crisp, fanning them across a marble cutting board, concentrating very hard on that as Harry leans in further.

“I’m a bit biased, of course,” Harry says, voice lowered carefully. That back-of-the-neck flush is so close now, and Harry can see it spreading up to Draco’s cheeks.

“Oh?” Draco asks, just the tiniest bit of a shake in his voice. Harry nods, and he thinks Draco can feel it; a particularly unruly lock of his hair brushes the side of Draco’s face.

“Right. Because we’re—well, I’d like—you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? So of course I think you’re cuter.”

Draco sucks in a breath, and Harry feels that. He watches Draco carefully, can see the smallest twitches in his face at this distance, the way he bites his bottom lip. His hand has the slightest tremor as he picks up a nearby knife and begins chopping up the chocolate bars one by one, steadying as he goes.

“Am I your boyfriend, then?” he asks, eyes rapt on the chocolate. Harry finds himself following his gaze for a moment, watching the chocolate break into shards, listening to the satisfying snaps of the pieces and taps of the knife.

“I’d like you to be,” Harry says, and he looks back at Draco’s face when the knife pauses. Still careful, he adds, “Do you want to be?”

At this point, Draco has kissed him, snogged him, held his hand; he’s dated him rather thoroughly. He’s agreed to all of Harry’s suggestions and propositions and he’s offered some of his own. But he hasn’t outright said how he feels about Harry, and while it’s clear he’s been enjoying himself, Harry finds he needs to hear something real.

Harry knows what he’s asking—are you here with me? He doesn’t want to fall on his own again, not for the one person meant to fall for him in return.

Draco looks down at his chopped-up chocolate pieces. He sets the knife down, and Harry’s nearly disappointed; he loves watching Draco work, will treasure this extended look at it.

But the disappointment clears quickly when Draco twists to the side a bit, facing Harry. He lifts his chin almost defiantly when he says, “Yes. I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, I know you will,” Harry says, and he cups Draco’s cheek and brings his face lower so he can kiss him.

Draco moves his whole body into the kiss, pressing against Harry head to toe. Harry’s back digs into the counter a bit but he can’t possibly mind the position, sandwiched as he is by Draco’s warmth, his lovely scent and the soft, plush press of his mouth on his. He’s open and inviting, and Harry’s almost giddy when they break apart a moment, his smile uncontrollable.

“You’re my boyfriend, then?”

Draco nods, swallowing hard a moment, before saying, “I am. And you’re mine.”

“I am. Merlin, that’s terrific.”

Harry can feel the heat that spreads over Draco’s face at that; he absolutely treasures it. He kisses along the tops of Draco’s pink cheeks, plants something particularly wet and loud on Draco’s jaw, and feels like he’s got Felix Felicis running through his veins when Draco lets out a soft little laugh.

“You’re absurd,” Draco tells him, and Harry just grins back at him until Draco leans in and starts the kiss up again.

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[folklorisms]

thinking of drarry on this fine evening

[iamnmbr3]

Harry: i have no idea what we learned this year in history of magic so hopefully hermione took good notes

Also Harry: hey remember that thing draco malfoy said one time 5 years ago

[aspen-tree1]

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[hdwickedwixen]

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[chericherixo]

She's Yours, You're Mine part five [h/c]

Draco x Fem!Reader

Draco is arranged to marry Astoria, but all he's ever wanted is you.

Words: 1,459 Contains: hurt/comfort, calm before the storm per say, angst, confrontation of cheating

Notes: all characters are 18+, reader's house is not specified.

:4

You and Draco continued to meet up everyday, sneaking kisses in between classes and catching up over late nights.

One day, Astoria was walking Draco back to their common room when he saw you down the hall. "Actually, I should really be studying. I'll see you later, yeah?"

"oh, but we were going to watch a movie." Astoria said with a snarky tone,

"I know- but maybe later? I'm really stressed with the potions exam."

"Whatever." Astoria turned and walked off towards the common room. And Draco rushed over to you.

"Oh- hey." You smiled and he quickly kissed you,

"I've been stuck with her all day and she's been stressing me out." You laughed against his lips.

"I'm sorry- but hopefully I can help with that.." He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer for a deeper kiss. "I'm so glad you're here."

"What the fuck." Both of you snapped your heads in the direction of the voice. Astoria was standing there, going through all the emotions at once. "Draco who the fuck is this- wait, Y/l/n? Seriously? The fucking mudblood filth-"

"Don't say that Astoria, you don't know anything about her." Draco said as calmly as he could.

"Oh come on Draco, you can't be serious. Don't pretend like you'll keep her around. You'll move and fuck someone else because that's just the way you are." He clenched his jaw at this and stepped toward her,

"And you expect me to genuinely want to be in a relationship with you when you act like this. You're so fucking clingy- I never get my own space. It's like you're a spy for my parents, telling them every little thing so they'll like you more. They never will, Astoria, you're just a way for my family to gain more wealth and you've never meant anything to me or my family. I tried to love you, I really did, but then I realized there was no point in trying to please someone like you-"

"You don't mean that." She looked genuinely hurt and started to back away; Draco only raised his eyebrows at her. "Fuck you. The whole school will know about this. You and your filthy blood-traitor."

"Astoria don't-" Before he could say anything further, she apparated somewhere else.

"Fuck.. this is really bad. Like horrible, my dad will fucking kill you." He starts panicking. "And he'll get away with it, he'll tell the ministry it was an accident-"

"Draco, calm down, it'll be okay, I'll be fine."

"No- no you won't, he's done this before- shit. I'm so sorry." He pulls you in for a hug, squeezing you as tight as he could. With how worried he was, you started to fear for yourself. 'He's done this before?' You thought.

"I'm staying with you, until I can talk to him, you're not leaving my sight."

"But Draco-"

"No, please. I have to stay with you. I can't lose you- I need you in my life. Please. Everything is so cold without you." You sunk into his arms and let him hold onto you.

"Okay.. we'll stay in my dorm. My roommate can share with someone else."

"Thank you-"

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The two of you snuck to your room and you knocked lightly. "Lydia? Are you alone?"

"Yea," You opened the door and Draco followed you in. "Malfoy? What is he doing here?"

"I can't really explain right now but, do you think you could stay with your boyfriend for a night or two?"

She gave you a suggestive look, "Oh I see how it is, but he has roommates, you know? That's why we always come here."

"Please- I'll really owe you but you can't stay here."

She raised her hands in defense, "Okay, okay, let me just grab some of my things." She grabbed a bag and started to pack up her overnight stuff and you pulled Draco over to the bed.

"We'll be okay, I promise." You cupped his face in your hands, "As long as we're together." You whispered,

"I never should've gotten you involved, I'm so sorry-"

"Okay, bye guys, have fun." Your roommate waved and left the room. You turned back to Draco who looked like he was on the verge of breaking down.

"Draco it's really okay, I don't regret anything-"

"No, I'm serious y/n, I should've been more careful, do you know just how many people my family has killed and kept quiet? I'm fucking terrified for anyone I talk to that isn't a pureblood or- friends of the family. This is just an excuse for them to kill another mudblood- sorry, half-blood." Draco looked down shamefully and worriedly, truly conflicted over what might happen to you.

You stayed silent until your shame got the best of you. "Did you- did you really mean what you said to her? I mean- it was kind of harsh.."

"What? Oh. I know I was a little fed up with her but.. I don't know, she's just always so overbearing-"

"Draco. Did you mean what you said to her." You repeated, carefully.

"Yea, I guess I did." You sighed, "But- I'm not like what she said, I promise. I would never do that to you-"

"Okay, I believe you." You didn't want to discuss it further, but the uneasy feeling still lingered. "Can we just go to sleep for now?"

Draco felt horrible, hating the feeling that you'd think he was like that. He nodded and let you get settled in your bed. He felt a pang in his heart when you laid with your back facing him, not even waiting for him to lay down with you. He knew he had to talk to you more, but for now, he wanted to let you sleep before you two were inevitably confronted by his father. And the thought terrified him.

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You woke up the next morning with a pounding headache. You couldn't place what would've brought this on except for the overwhelming uneasy feeling that filled your stomach. You sat up and turned to find Draco asleep against the headboard. Almost like he wasn't intending to fall asleep in the first place.

Looking at him so peacefully, you thought back to the night before and what he had said to Astoria. His words were so harsh and you could tell they really hit her. But at the same time, you had to think how lonely and cold he'd said he felt before you. You couldn't imagine what he must have felt when his relationship with you was compromised, how scared he must have felt.

You shifted up to him and wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his chest. You swore you could hear his heartbeat steady the moment you cuddled up to him, like he was waiting to feel safe again.

He stirred and his eyes fluttered open. "Y/n- Are you okay? Did anything happen?" He seemed alarmingly concerned all of a sudden.

"I'm fine, I'm here and safe."

He sighed in relief, "I'm sorry for how I acted yesterday, that was so uncalled for and I just couldn't let her talk to you like that- And I was terrified that something would happen overnight, that you wouldn't be here that I swore I was going to stay awake and I guess I fell asleep.."

You smiled, "I'm ok. You stayed up?"

"Well- yea.. I just wanted to watch over you I guess, I don't know.."

"Thank you." You kissed him, and it seemed to melt his stress away.

"But you're still not safe, I- I don't want to leave you until I know it's okay.. please?" You looked away for a moment, contemplating how much danger you were actually in, though with Draco's warnings, it didn't look great.

"Okay."

"Yea?" He looked hopeful, at least at the chance to protect should anything happen. "I'll owl my father today, though I hope Astoria hasn't already."

"Maybe you could talk to her first?"

"I doubt I could get through to her. She- she loves me, and seeing me with you really hurt her I'm sure. I've always tried to get to know her, genuinely, but she's always been to toxic for me, I feel like I could never trust her. And yet I'm expected to have and raise children with her... I just don't think anything I could say to her would help the situation much. She'd- do anything to have me to herself."

A moment of silence, "That makes you sound a bit full of yourself."

He held back a smile, "Yea well, I am the Draco Malfoy after all."

You giggled and he held you impossibly tighter, wanting this moment to last forever.

Though nothing lasts forever.

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:6 (coming soon)

[letteredlettered]

What’s Love Lock about??

This, like too many of my H/D stories, is an amalgamation of several stories I wanted to tell. I couldn't really figure out how they fit together, which is why I stalled on it.

One aspect isn't really a narrative story; the premise is that Harry is the nicest guy you will ever meet. I am tired--so tired--of people saying that Harry is thick, and stupid, and clueless, and cruel, for not loving Draco back. So tired. By the Grace was an attempt to write a story that shows why Harry might not immediately fall in love with Draco, in case you forgot that Draco bullied Harry and Harry's friends, not to mention tried to kill them; in case you forgot that Draco was classist and bigoted and awful. Anyway, that story still had people saying that Harry was a dick, so the petty part of me wanted to see what happened if Harry was even kinder and more supportive but still happened to not love Draco.

In the story Harry's in love with Ginny, who broke up with him a long time ago. Harry has accepted that she doesn't love him the way he loves her, but he believes he will never move on from her. She was The One for him, and he hasn't ever had feelings or even been attracted to anyone else since, so he just assumes that he's not really made to love more than one person in his life.

The next element of the story is teaching at Hogwarts. I often make Harry an Auror, because I really think that even though he would not be happy being an Auror, he thinks that's what he wants to do, and Harry is stubborn, and also not super emotionally intelligent. Like I think it would take a long time for him to realize that he doesn't love it. Meanwhile I really struggle to make Draco an Auror, because I just think that he would be so bad at it, and that he wouldn't want to, except to get into Harry's pants. I can believe that Draco would try to be an Auror in order to redeem himself, but that requires a lot of backstory, when all I really want is coworkers-to-lovers stories over and over (I think that's probably my favorite kind of love story).

So anyway, it's hard to think of scenarios over and over where Harry is an Auror and Draco is not, but they still cross paths all the time, and I had never written a professors-at-Hogwarts story, so I thought I'd give it a try. And with Harry being Mr. Nice, I realized that you could tell some really interesting stories that show how Harry has grown, become aware of his own abuse, and is able to really connect with some children as a result of that. He's really good with children who are outcasts and have anger issues, and Draco goes melty every time he sees Harry Potter talking gently to some grumpy third year.

After writing Away Childish Things I got very into the idea that Draco has always had a mortifying crush on Harry, and I'm not clear why that's not a staple in H/D fics. For some inexplicable reason, it's way more often Harry who has always been in love, an idea which I find somewhat repellent. I find myself really frustrated at what fandom has done with the "Harry was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy" line; Harry was obsessed because he thought Draco was a Death Eater and would maybe kill someone, which by the way, Draco tried to do--several times!!! Like yeah, definitely, read gay into things all you want, but next to Draco's behavior, Harry has no more interest in Draco than a rock in his shoe. Draco, meanwhile, seems to only think of Harry in years 1-5, seems to shape his whole existence around getting a rise out of Harry Potter. This is someone who is obsessed, who rapidly became obsessed years ago that day on the train.

Anyway, I wanted to write a story that explored that kind of obsession, which is not necessarily love but is perhaps a little more than lust. I wanted to show how Draco hated it in himself and was ashamed of it, and kept trying to destroy it, and yet there Potter was, always being strong and brave and hot, and Draco could just never stop himself.

Anyway, I wanted to show that this obsession had a lot to do with Harry's image and how Harry comes across, and that once Draco comes to know Harry when they both teach at Hogwarts, Draco understands that Harry is not only strong and hot and brave, but also sincerely kind and just and good. That's when the real trouble begins, because Draco falls so hard in love that he knows he'll never recover, but here Potter is still holding a torch for Ginny. Still, Harry and Draco become quite good friends; they confide in each other; they do things for the students together; they all around enjoy each other. Harry knows that Draco is gay, and Draco knows all about Harry's feelings for Ginny.

The problem is that this story--Draco falling for Harry while teaching at Hogwarts and the two of them becoming friends--has a lot of little plots involving Draco and Harry helping and caring for the students, getting involved in their little woes and victories. So while the only big, overarching plot is Draco falling in love, there are many many little narratives within.

The reason this is a problem is that was all supposed to be backstory.

The present day story is a love potion accident + bonding; it not only makes Harry fall in love with Draco but makes it so that Harry has to be in Draco's proximity or else he falls dangerously ill. Harry also feels much better when being touched by Draco. Hopefully you can imagine Draco's torture, being so in love with Harry but knowing that it's not real; not only is it not real but Harry loves someone else; not only does Harry love someone else, but Harry is his friend, and taking advantage of him in this state would ruin that friendship. Harry, meanwhile, has trouble understanding that loving Draco is a spell at all; he confesses that he really admires Draco and likes him and that he believes he's fallen in love. Draco refuses to believe this and furthermore states he has zero interest in Harry so there is no possibility of physical romance.

The cure takes a really long time to invent.

Then when Harry does get the cure, it becomes obvious that loving Draco really was just part of the potion. However, some weeks later, Harry confesses that he's never really thought about his sexuality and that the potions accident made him realize that perhaps there were aspects of himself he hasn't explored; he confesses that since the cure, he's been thinking about Draco in a new way. He knows that Draco isn't into him in that way, given how Draco acted when Harry was under the influence, but Harry tells Draco how he feels and asks if he could become interested; he asks if they could try something like dating and see how it goes.

Draco says no. He's convinced that the potion, though it is cured, addled Harry's brain and made him think he's things he's not; Draco's so terrified of taking advantage of Harry that he refuses to even consider it.

Time goes on. Harry decides to try dating other people. He dates a man. Draco has a nervous breakdown. Then Draco and Harry get together; the end.

[inheartofwinter]

For @drarrymicrofic 's song prompt "My Tears Ricochet" by Taylor Swift. G | 386.

Warnings: MCD, implied toxic relationship.

On My Grave

“Why is he crying?” Draco asked, watching his husband standing lifelessly in front of his grave. “Isn’t my death what he wanted?”

Death tilted her head. “Is it?”

Draco nodded. “It is. He said it. He regretted marrying me. He wanted to be the Wizarding World's hero. Everyone he loved wanted him to be the hero. He couldn’t be it with me by his side. He should rejoyce now that he could be the hero again.”

“If that were the case, shouldn’t he just divorce you? Or kill you long ago?”

Death's question caught Draco off guard. His heart had stopped beating but it could, it would have been dancing right now. The mere idea that Harry loved Draco more than being the Golden Boy made him elated. But Draco only entertained it for a second before shaking it away. He shouldn’t hope. Hope always brought despair. Nights of crying himself to sleep had taught him that.

“He's a hero. Heroes don’t go around abandoning their spouses or killing them. So he had to bear with me even if he did not want to,” Draco pointed out the most logical answer.

Death hummed. Draco could not tell if she was agreeing with him or not. Since his encounter with her, she had never shown any clear emotion. Maybe it was just right. Death was never anything emotional. It was the living that felt emotional over it.

“Anyway, he’s going to join us soon. You can ask him when the time comes,” Death said as she pulled Draco away. “Time to go.”

Draco's eyes widened. “What do you mean?!” he shouted but Death didn’t even give him a glance.

Draco anxiously looked back at Harry. He hadn’t moved an inch since Draco had waken up on his grave that morning. Harry didn’t look very lively, but he also didn’t look like someone who was going to die either. Draco chewed his lips, watching Harry’s figure becoming smaller and smaller.

Maybe Death was just saying nonsense. Maybe what Death meant by 'soon’ was dozens of years later. To a being like Death, that much time should be just a blink.

As Death pushed him through a gate, Draco decided to stop thinking. He was dead, anyway. Whatever happened to the living wasn’t his place to worry about.