#established drarry

[iamnmbr3]

consider established drarry just casually using each other's wands all the time because they are so magically compatible and trust each other so absolutely that they can use each other's wands nearly as well as their own so if it's for something minor they'll both just grab whatever wand happens to be nearest at hand

and like. technically it's not pda. but there's something so intimate in the way they are so intertwined even in this that people around always feel as though they're witnessing something private.

[starzionn]

thoughts running wild with sweet fluffy established drarry. the Voices wont stop

[lupinblacktheone]

The world through his lenses

Sirius decides to give Harry another Christmas gift: a history of James’ past. As told through Regulus’ eyes.

Dinner was at its end, with gifts exchanged and plates being washed. Harry was ready to go to bed and try to forget the latest horrors of his life when he felt his godfather’s hand on the top of his head.

            “Come with us.”

            Behind him, there was Remus Lupin, of course. They led him to a clean, unused room.

            “This used to be my brother’s”, Sirius explained as Remus opened the wardrobe to pick up a wooden box. “He was Orion and Walburga’s pride and joy until they found out what he had been doing.”

            “Cut off the suspense”, Remus said, handing him the box. “You are killing the boy.”

            “Oh, shut up, you”, Sirius rolled his eyes. “This was him at his fifth year, I guess”, he passed the photo to Harry.

            In his youth, Regulus Arcturus was a thinner and slightly taller version of his older brother. It was very easy to say where the genes had come from.

            “He was a very reserved creature, but someone managed to break through that.”

            “Who?”

            “Your dad”, he said with an affectionate, nostalgic smile. “He thought it would be easy, after all, he was already friends with me.”

            “Oh, how wrong he was”, Remus sat on the bed by Sirius’ side.

            “Regulus and I were not on speaking terms at the time, so I cannot give you all the details, but what James told me was that he laid eyes on Regulus one night and it was as if the centre of the Earth had changed. He decided to make a move that very night.”

            “Ugh, that was so stupid”, Remus complained.

            “What did he do? Lit the main hall up with fireworks?

            “Nah, he considered it too pranky, so he followed Regulus into the dungeons after dinner and asked if they could meet by the Lake the following night.”

            “Let me guess: he didn’t show up.”

            “On the contrary. He did.”, Sirius shook his head, staring at the floorboard. “With Rosier and Crouch by his side.”

            Harry stared at Remus, who was ready to pick up the story from there.

            “And they asked where we were”, he pointed at himself and Sirius. “You see, Harry, they thought James wanted a duel.”

            “How did he get out of there?”

            “Well, because they wouldn’t agree that was just a misunderstanding and leaving would be admitting defeat, all of them were ready to wait for someone who would fight by James’ side to pass by.”

            “That was it? They waited?”

            “These people were all about rules. Even the ones about duels. That level of decency probably saved James’ arse that night”, Sirius spoke again. “Unfortunately for them, Minnie found them before we did. She gave them detention and took 15 points from each House. When they were cleaning old trophies, all they could do was to chat.”

            “That was James’ chance. He had to explain to Regulus that what he actually wanted was a date.”

            “And he also had to convince Regulus he was being serious. The hardest part of it all”, they laughed. “He was lucky my brother was feeling mischievous. I had just been disowned and he thought he could get away with anything, so he agreed to go on a public date. He also knew he had some time before school gossip reached his parents’ ears, so he went crazy on future dates, calling James the love of his life and even accepting some PDAs.”

            “That sounds mean”, Harry mentioned, frowning.

            “A little, but James was glad to participate in their disgrace. And deep down, he expected Regulus to run away as soon as he received a letter from home, so why not have fun while he could?”, Sirius scoffed. “That was until Walburga threatened James’ parents.”

            “What did she say?”

            “She would have them killed if he didn’t stop seeing James.”

            “And what did he do?”

            “He broke up with James”, Sirius sighed again. “It destroyed both of them. And we only heard of Regulus again on your parents’ wedding, because he sent a gift with a note. It said:”, he snatched some notes off his pocket. “I want you to be as safe and happy as one can be in this day and age. I swear I will try to buy you as much time as I can. In the meantime, please take care of my heart. It will be in your pocket from now on.”

            “Why are you telling me this?”, Harry stared at his godfather, his expression between confused and angry.

            “Because if I don’t, no one else will”, he answered, simply. “This is a side of your father he didn’t show to the rest of the Order.”

            “And how do you know all this?”

            “I read Regulus’ journal, obviously”, the man laughed, holding the snatched notes. “I gave it to Dumbledore and Moody, maybe there is something useful about Voldemort’s recruiting tactics there, but I decided that my brother’s relationships were off-limits, so I kept those”, he fanned himself with the papers. “Nevertheless, I want you to have the pictures and the drawings”, he gave Harry an envelope sealed with tape. The backside read: J.F.P & R.A.B. – 1975. “Now, Harry, the only bad thing James did to my brother was making him insufferably sappy, so for the sake of your old godfather, please open that when you are back at your dorm, will you?”

            ***

            It turned out Regulus Black loved drawing James Potter, especially during Quidditch practice — Harry noted that as time passed, he fell more and more in love with his muse. As an even more carefree young lad, James would smile all the time, as if he knew he was being watched by an artist.

            Regulus played a bit with photography too, registering snippets of their time together. Amongst the images, there was what Harry was both more curious about and feared the most: an unsent letter. The page had various creases and old damp marks.

            My dear James,

            I want to thank you for the time we shared. I also have to say that I hope you move on. I heard you are getting closer to Lily Evans. I reckon she’ll be good to you. And she will also be able to give you what I couldn’t. A safe life under the Order’s good graces, for starters.

            I was being honest that night: I will do everything in my power to keep your parents safe. That includes receiving a Dark Mark — please, I beg you, do not tell my brother, this is hard enough as it is already.

            I wonder if this isn’t some kind of elaborate torture — they forcing me to watch as you live happily ever after and not only that: they expect me to be ready to manslaughter your family on command.

            Despite all this, I need you to know I love you dearly and that is why I ask you to forgive me for insisting on leaving. And… maybe you could remember me as the lad who fell for you, not your best friend’s younger brother or the idiot who was forced to join the wrong side?

            With all the love in the world,

            Your Reggie.

            “What are you reading, love?”

            Harry rested his head against the sofa, trying to catch a glimpse of who was talking to him, although he knew very well who was it. He smiled, accepting the cuppa and the peck the other man offered him.

            “A letter to my dad.”

            “Oh… from whom?”, Draco snuggled up to his boyfriend.

            “His ex-boyfriend”

            “Wait, your dad was bi?”, Harry nodded with a little smirk. “Tell me all about it. Who was he dating?”

            Harry paused for a bit. Draco was more than well-educated on the Black family tree — he was part of it, for Merlin’s sake! He wondered if telling Draco about the past of a relative would be like poking a wound with a chopstick. Personally, he wasn’t interested on learning anything about the Dursleys.

            “I am waiting for the tea, Potter”, Draco let out an indiscreet laugh.

            “Did your mother ever old you about her cousins?”

            “You and I both know my mother has dozens of cousins, but I presume you mean Walburga and Orion’s sons.”

            “My father’s ex was Regulus.”

            “WHAT? He dated your godfather’s brother? Weren’t they, like, best friends?”, Harry nodded. “Well, I understand his perspective.”

            “What are you talking about?”

            “We Slytherins are very charming.

[cluelesspigeons]

Always beautiful

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (T)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hector The Cat

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Harry Potter, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Scars, Top Surgery Scars, Healing wounds, Wounds, Body Dysphoria, Comfort, Domestic Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, healing each other, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Kindness, Therapy, Trans Day of Visibility

Word count: 1.1k

Harry was curled up on the sofa by the time Draco came back home. Hector was sleeping next to him, the large blanket that was wrapped around Harry, muffling his soft catlike snores.

Draco walked over to the sofa, bending down over the back to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s temple. “Hello.”

Harry looked up from that weird rectangle muggles called a mobile, a sweet smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. “How was today’s session?”

Draco shook his head. He went to sit down next to Harry. “Alright, I guess.” He shrugged. “Healer Wilson said I’m doing better already. But I don’t know. She’s asked some really weird and difficult questions today.”

“Weird questions?” Harry asked. He tried sitting up, but winced loudly and lay back down, cursing quietly. “Ugh, I hate this.”

Carefully, Draco placed a hand on Harry’s side. “It’s normal, love. You’re still healing.”

“I know, but still!” He waved his hands in the air, frustration clearly audible in his voice. Hector opened one sleepy eye to look at what was happening. “I feel like I can barely move! Every single time I move as much as a centimetre, it’s like they’re ripping my chest open again.”

Draco moved his hand up and down, trying to give as much comfort as he could without hurting Harry any more. “You know I’m here to help.”

“Yeah, I do.” Harry sighed, tugging the blanket closer around himself. “But we can’t even cuddle at night anymore. I hate it!”

At that, Draco couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He deliberately ignored the raised eyebrow Harry turned his way. “It’s only temporary, you know,” he said, a smile still lingering on his lips. “You’re acting like we won’t ever be able to cuddle again.”

Harry huffed, rolling his eyes. “Sure feels like it.”

“Oh, darling,” Draco laughed. He stood from the sofa and placed another kiss on Harry’s temple. “Have you taken your pain medication yet?”

Without waiting for an answer, Draco started making his way to the kitchen. However, es he did so, Harry mumbled something from underneath his blanket. Draco turned back around to look at his husband. “Didn’t catch that?”

“No, I haven’t,” Harry said, a little louder this time. “It… It hurt too much to get up.”

“Don’t worry, my love,” Draco said as he walked out the living room, “I’ll go get it.”

He was about to open the kitchen door, when he heard Harry’s voice calling for him again. “Draco?”

The way Harry said his name, full of love and tenderness, sent a wave of happiness through his veins. He wiggled his fingers excitedly as he walked back to the living room. He peeked his head around the door. “Yeah?”

Harry took a deep breath. “I know you’re not very comfortable doing this but… could you… would you help me refresh the bandages?”

Though he couldn’t see it himself, Draco knew he was smiling like the biggest, lovesick idiot on the planet. Sure, he didn’t like anything that had to do with wounds but he would definitely help Harry. It was the least he could do. “Of course,” he said softly, walking to the sofa and slowly, carefully, helping Harry get up.

The blanket was still securely wrapped around Harry as they made their way to the bathroom. It didn’t go unnoticed that Harry avoided looking at the mirror.

“Wait here a moment,” Draco said. “I’ll go get your medication as well.”

By the time he entered the bathroom again, the blanket lay discarded on the ground. Harry was standing in front of the mirror, his expression unreadable. He was pulling the bandages away from his chest, wincing softly every now and again when the bandage stuck to his sensitive skin.

Draco placed the pain medication next to the sink before he went to stand next to Harry, looking at him through the mirror. “Okay?”

And that was all Harry needed for his lower lip to start wobbling, and his shoulder to start shaking. His eyes filled with tears as he let his hands fall to his side. “I can’t do this,” he said. “I’m so ugly.”

“Hey,” Draco said, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders and turning him away from the mirror so they faced each other. “Look at me.” He reached up with one hand, cupping the side of Harry’s face and wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheek. “Harry, you’re beautiful. I know that sometimes… sometimes your mind might tell you you’re not, but trust me when I say your mind is lying.” He paused for a second, trying–and failing–to understand what Harry might be thinking at the moment. “You are the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen in my entire life. It doesn’t matter what your body looks like, you’ll alway be beautiful to me.”

More tears streamed down Harry’s face, a loud sob filling the silence of the bathroom.

Draco’s eyes widened. Did he say something wrong? Should he have done something else? Said something else? Surely, he hadn’t insulted Harry, right? Right? Merlin, what was it that Healer Wilson had told him again?

“Did I say something wrong?” Draco asked quietly.

Harry huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, Draco,” he managed to say between sobs. He looked up, his green eyes still shining with unshed tears. “You have no idea, have you?”

Confused, Draco tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed together. “I… don’t?”

Harry shook his head again, a fond smile on his lips as he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on Draco’s lips. “I don’t know how you knew, but what you said was exactly what I needed to hear.”

“Oh.” Draco pulled back, their foreheads resting together. His fingers had started fidgeting with the hem of Harry’s sweatpants. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes.

Draco pulled Harry a little closer, closing his eyes as well and letting the giddiness he felt run through his whole body. He smiled. “I love you, too. Now, will you let me help you?”

Slowly, Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror. The old bandages were now lying in the sink. Draco could clearly see the scars on his chest healing. He leaned closer and placed his lips on Harry’s bare shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Always so, so beautiful.”

And if he saw Harry’s cheeks darken ever so slightly, he didn’t say anything about it. It only made his husband look even more lovely.

[getawayfox]

Mid-kiss Disapparition after a date✨

Happy December! An early gift for sweet @citrusses for the holidays🎄

Still version on AO3💫

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 3: Use Your Words

Harry hadn’t meant to say it.

He’d kept the words boxed up tight, held fast like the humiliating secret that they were. There was no chance that he was going to tell anyone; not Ron, not Hermione, not his therapist, not even the journal that he kept at his therapist’s recommendation. And he certainly, absolutely was not under any circumstances, going to tell Draco.

Except Draco was sitting there on the island in Harry’s kitchen, drinking a smoothie that he’d made himself from the stuff in Harry’s fridge, and rambling about a new found use for honey in one of his potions. And he just looked like he belonged there.

The words that Harry had guarded like a dragon guarding its treasure just came tumbling out without his consent. “I’m in love with you.”

It hardly even broke Draco’s sentence, “I love you too,” he said simply, and then continued, “but the honey, it had-”

“Wait,” Harry spluttered, “you love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I always have,” Draco said, tutting under his breath at Harry like he was being ridiculous.

He blinked at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you think I’d be sleeping with you if I didn’t love you?” he asked, like Harry was being the ridiculous one. “Do you think I’d be sitting here in your sweatpants nattering on about my life if I didn’t love you?”

“Well You could have used your words,” Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.

Draco huffed a laugh and untucked his legs from under himself so he could wrap them around Harry’s hips and pull him closer. “Why do you look so cross?” he laughed, brushing his fingers over the scowl on Harry’s forehead.

“I thought you were going to freak out!” he exclaimed, refusing to give in to the sweet kisses that Draco was pressing across his jaw. “I’ve been holding it in and bottling it up for months!”

“That’ll teach you,” he murmured. “I love you, you absolute nutter. And you love me.”

“Simple as that?” Harry asked, wondering if it could actually be that easy.

“Simple as that.”

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Written for @flufftober ‘s prompt “wait, you love me?” “I always have.”

[coldfeeshes]

more fem!drarry

it's the harco corp AU... not that it's really important HAHAHAHA

(taking inspiration from the silly fics where harry wears the most obnoxiously unfashionable things)

[thusspoketrish]

FIC CLAIM — HD MUGGLE FAN FAIR 2024!

Netflix and Chills

Rated E - 20K

Halloween might be over, but the tricks, treats, and heat between the sheets are just beginning for our favorite dynamic duo. As always, thank you to the @hd-fan-fair mods for a fantastic fest and my dear friend and beta @youknowyoudid for whipping this fic into shape.

Tags: Post-Second Wizarding War. EWE. Drarry in the Muggle World. Established Relationship. Snarky Draco Malfoy. Muggle Technology. Slice of Life. Humor. Romance. Domestic Fluff. Pop Culture References. Shenanigans. Halloween Night. Netflix and Chill. Banter. Mystery. Idiots in Love. Light Dom/Sub Elements. Dirty Talk. Blue Ball Hell.

Summary: When Draco innocently asks what "Netflix and Chill" means, Harry simply can't pass up the opportunity to impart some knowledge while demonstrating a masterclass in the art of seduction. Now, if only those plans weren't constantly interrupted by trick-or-treaters—some of them far more trick than treat.

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Resting Rumors

Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?

Ao3

[sitp-recs]

Love your recs. Any recs on established Drarry ( several years married), sweet, fluffy and smutty?

Thank you anon! 💗 I hope you enjoy these sweet married!Drarry treats:

On the Balcony by @firethesound (E, 4k)

Life had been hectic for both of them lately, and Harry was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. Having a romantic dinner on the balcony of their flat sounded like just the thing.

Grounding Harry by @nerdherderette (M, 4.5k)

Harry’s in his fifties, and it’s looking like it’s time to retire from professional Quidditch. Draco sets out to remind Harry that he will always be a star in his eyes.

Proves the Rule by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 4.5k)

The first time Harry spots his husband in another universe, he's arm in arm with Astoria Greengrass.

I See You by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 7k)

They haven’t fucked in over three months now; or maybe it’s been longer. The last time they fooled around at all was a week ago when Harry woke Draco up by sucking him off, before promptly getting interrupted when Scorpius came banging at their bedroom door.

Surviving the Horde by FleetofShippyShips (T, 7k)

Draco has managed to avoid Christmas at the Burrow for ten years, but not this year.

Up the by @shiftylinguini (E, 7.5k)

“I feel I need to point out,” Draco kissed gently over Harry’s Adam’s apple, “that this is the most Gryffindor approach to conception that could possibly exist.”

Tonight’s the Night (Gonna Be Alright) by @pineau-noir (E, 9k)

Sex is hard to come by when you're 40 and have kids. Or: Five times Harry and Draco tried and failed to have sex and one time they were successful.

[drarryruinedme7]

Harry looks sideways at Draco. They’re on their bed, ready to go to sleep.

Draco grabs his usual body cream from the nightstand, the coconut scented one. It’s the one with glitters in it.

You’re fifty, Draco.

So? Is there a law forbidding fifty year old people from using glittery body creams?

Harry would say that yes, there is, just to spite him, but not tonight.

Tonight, Harry shakes his head while he recalls every memory of their thirty years spent together. He smiles as he watches Draco spreading cream all over his legs, still so long, still so soft, still so hot.

“Thirty years,” Harry mutters.

Draco pauses for a second, legs glittering. “What?”

“I said —” Harry reaches out, traces an imaginary path down his husband’s shin. “I said — we’ve been together thirty years. That’s a long time.”

He knows he sounds sappy and he feels that too. His voice breaks and when a wicked smile appears on Draco’s face, Harry knows his mind is quickly filling with images from their shared years as well; of their fights, the first tentative and verymuchsecret dates, their first kiss, the many, many christmases, birthdays, lazy mornings spent in bed cuddling.

Draco covers Harry’s hand with his own. God. Harry knows everything about that hand; the small blue mole on the pinkie, the wrinkles time drew on it, the always, always, always, perfect nails.

“Are you trying to tell me it’s too much?”

“I’m trying to tell you,” Harry says, all too happy he’s now 100% able to discern Draco’s use of sarcasm-cause-I’m-embarrassed, “I still love you. More and more. Everyday. I look at you with your body cream and I just— love you so fucking much.”

Draco blushes. How is it possible to love someone so deeply after all this time?

“So sappy.” He turns back to his nightly routine. Looks at Harry out of the corner of his eye. “I love you too,” he murmurs.

[iamnmbr3]

Harry in public: *hates his fame and hates getting attention or being treated like he's special*

Harry at home when he doesn't want to do the dishes: Remember that time I saved the whole wizarding world?

Draco: It's still your turn to do the dishes.

Harry: Remember how I died? For everyone?

Draco: Dishes. Or you won't like the consequences.

Harry: I think I'll be alright. I did kill Voldemort after all.

Draco: I have powers he knew not. I can make you sleep on the couch.

Harry: ...

Harry: I've just had an idea. I think I'll go do the dishes.

[lulublack90]

Written for @weirdtinkerbellversion

Harry Potter One Shot

Post the battle of Hogwarts, Harry has moved into Grimmauld Place and is detemind to make it into a home Sirius would be proud of. But going through his Godfather's belongings reveals a relationship he had no idea about. With the helpful smirks of Draco Malfoy, Harry eventually figures it out.

or

Oblivious Potter figures out his Godfather and Lupin were an item.

[cluelesspigeons]

Overwhelmed

A drarry fanfiction

Rating: general audiences (G)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Hector the Cat

Additional tags: Autistic Draco Malfoy, Overstimulation, Sunday Lunch At The Burrow, The Burrow, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Learning How To Live With ASD

Word count: 1812

Summary: Sunday lunches at the Burrow are not easy for Draco. Yet, he's still trying his best.

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[getawayfox]

100 words of dramatic Draco and established idiots for @drarrymicrofic ‘s song prompt Endlessly by Muse. Thank you @crazybutgood for preventing me from using all of the tenses at once😅

Harry walked out on a Thursday. Harry “Second Chances” Potter left, and it only took Draco nine screw ups to do it, to finally break the man who relentlessly loved him no matter what. Now he is done.

How does Draco know he’s not going to get yet another chance this time? Well. Even he can tell when enough is enough.

So why is Harry’s bike parked outside Draco’s flat now? And the kitchen window is open, like it always is when Harry’s cooking. Draco’s heart speeds up uncomfortably in sync with his steps, his stomach swooping with reluctant hope.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

"Oh, Merlin," Draco said, voice tinged with that particular tone of vindictive glee that could only mean that Harry was about to get an ear full of gossip.

"What?" he asked as he poured coffee into Draco's mug.

"Thank you," Draco said as he tipped his head up, puckering his lips in search of a kiss.

Obviously, Harry obliged him, chest warming at the casual way Draco displayed affection. When he pulled away, he pecked Draco on the tip of the nose before going back to the stove top where he was cooking their eggs. "What were you going to say?" he prompted.

"Oh," Draco said, and even without looking, Harry could tell he was perking up, squaring his shoulders and grinning as he asked, "Did you read the paper this morning?"

"You know I don't read that garbage," Harry replied as he waved a hand at the toaster to put their toast down, whole wheat from him and rye for Draco.

"But you'll never guess the juicy details of this power couple's break up," he said.

"Power couple, huh?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

Draco hummed around a sip of coffee, "Mmhmm. They say they're on the rocks after one of them cheated with Neville Longbottom."

Harry laughed, "Ridiculous. Neville's not that type of bloke, he'd never be privy to something like that."

"Not so, according to this paper. They say that the slytherin snaked his way right into Neville's bed."

"Isn't Neville's bed also Blaise's bed?" he asked as he put their eggs on plates and brought them over.

"It is, but the paper doesn't seem to know it." He accepted his plate, "Thank you, love."

"Don't mention it," Harry replied as he plopped down across from him.

Draco grinned at him, his foot rubbing over Harry's calf. "Just wait until you hear the rest. Apparently Neville's been his side piece since their 8th year at Hogwarts."

"Who?" Harry asked, frowning and trying to get a glance at the newspaper.

"Why, me of course," he said with a grin. "Potter, don't you know that I'm an incorrigible flirt, that I'll bed anything that moves? I'm such a trollop."

Harry laughed, "Yes, they've really got you pegged," he said reaching across the table to take Draco's hand. "My sweet, loving husband who'd never so much as looked at another man's penis before we got married is out sleeping with anything that moves. My darling spouse who gave me his first kiss, definitely out whoring around now."

Draco grinned at him, "Well don't spoil all the fun of my sex-capades. If they want to believe I'm running around, may as well let them."

"You're mine," Harry murmured, bringing Draco's wrist to his lips to press a kiss to his tender skin. "All mine. And I don't care what the world thinks as long as you know it."

Cupping his cheek, Draco leaned across the table to brush a soft kiss over Harry's mouth. "All your's," he agreed. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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