#harey

[heartofsurgingflame]

harey

[wouldtheybecomeafearavatar]

Harey/Rheya from Solaris by Stanisław Lem as an avatar of The Stranger

[filmjunky-99]

s o l a r i s (cолярис), 1968 📺 boris nirenburg, lidiya ishimbayeva

[sugas6thtooth]

This genocide never has been about the hostages, never will be about the hostages.

Mind you, the IDF shot and killed three hostages today. (They spoke Hebrew and held up a white flag in surrender btw).

If you still think this is about the hostages you are gravely mistaken and your ignorance is profound. 🇵🇸

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Hi!! I just read your answer about Harry s treatment at the Dursley s... How do you think did he manage to grow up as a kind and mentally stable boy despite it (not that he was happy, this influenced his development a lot, but it could have gone so much worse )?

Or was it just necessary for the story that he does?

Well, people can react to trauma and abuse in a lot of different ways. Some lash out, some try and be kind and helpful, and some want to keep as far away from people as they can. Humans are varied and react to a lot of different things in a lot of different ways. There is no universal "right way" to respond to trauma and abuse. Yes, Harry could've been worse, but then he wouldn't be Harry. There's a discussion of nature and nurture here that I won't go much into, but Harry's nature, and who Harry is outside of his trauma and abuse affected how he responded to it. And Harry is an incredibly strong-willed person, so his response to trauma innately isn't to break — it's to fight. We see it often in the books, and I think the reason he turned out the way he is, is because this aspect is part of his nature. Enough part of his nature that he could resist the Imperius on his first try.

Besides, Harry has behaviors that are a result of his abuse, they're just more subtle. But they are definitely there. Harry doesn't trust easily, and when it comes to adults and people of authority who should keep his interest, he trusts even less. He knows he can't count on them. This is why he takes so much responsibility for himself, the adults in his life could never be trusted. He is incredibly feisty, always guarded and ready for something to come at him. This constant vigilance is a result of his abuse. You see the years of the Dursleys in how protective he is of his friends, of how desperate he is to fit in in first year that he changes his behavior to be more similar to what everyone else is doing — so he won't be a freak. How unwilling he is to hear that he's special, because at the Dursleys — special was bad. How Harry doesn't let Umbridge see he's in pain when she makes him use the blood quill because he knows that's what Vernon and Dudley wanted to see and he isn't giving them the satisfaction. How quiet Harry is. Because Harry doesn't actually talk a lot when compared to other characters, his voice was never something the Dursleys wanted to hear and he's good at pretending he doesn't exist.

Harry's anger (which I adore) is a defense mechanism. His anger issues are likely the result of being constantly in this hypervigilant state and constantly feeling under threat. Harry is ready to fight at the drop of a hat because he's constantly in fight or flight mode. This is a trauma response. Reaction to abuse and trauma doesn't need to be obvious and glaring and what you expect. It could be a lot of little things. and Harry's reactions and behavior all show signs of him having experienced trauma that he didn't quite unpack. He can come off as okay because he's trying very hard to appear that way, it's part of his defensive mechanism. Acting like everyone else so he won't be called a freak — but it also hides his abuse and his responses to it. Only in books 4 and 5, do we start to see Harry being more vocal in his sass to people other than Ron and Hermione and inside his own head. Like, he overcame things within himself, he had a small, subtle arc, but that's a lot of times how these things are. Subtle.

I think his compassion is an inherent part of him. Like, I mentioned nature versus nurture, and I think a good chunk of his compassion is a result of Harry's nature. But, his nurture (that is, the Dursleys' abuse), I think, did exasperate it in a certain way. While abuse and trauma can make someone less sympathetic, it could also make them more so. In Harry's case, I think a lot of his compassion comes from a place of sympathy. Of being able to see himself in someone else's shows because he knows what it's like to be treated like you are worthless. So, he'd never treat someone else in the same way. Even when Harry hates someone, his hate comes with some, well, I'd call it base-level respect. Even people he hates are people in his eyes. He is willing to kill them and hurt them if he deems it necessary, but he never forgets they are people. Even if they're house elves or goblins.

As for if it was necessary for the story, I mean, Harry Potter wouldn't be Harry Potter without the cupboard under the stairs. So, yes, him having a good childhood would change the books, but would he be kind and compassionate without years of abuse? Probably.

[until-the-house-shakes]

Little harry calling Sirius Paddy and Remus Moony and people thinking ‘oh his parents’, but they aren’t. They’re his god parents and he calls his actual dad James, his other dad Reggie, and his mom Firefly.

[0oolookitsme]

The Most Handsome Man

Type- One-Shot! (First one of model!h so yay!)

Verse- Model!Harry x Fashion Designer!Y/n

Word Count- 2.02k

Warnings- Smut... and oh, this is not proofread. Heheh

A/N- I'm so sorry (or am I?) for not completing the last scene lmaoo

Silence fell after all the cheering for Harry's 'iconic model walk' at the 2023 Versace Spring collection for men. He had been wearing a pink shirt, fully unbuttoned with nothing on under it, and a pair of sheer white pants on his bottom half. Everyone had raved about how no one, no one but Harry, could pull off that outfit and steal the whole show.

The one clip of him taking a turn to the left of the runway and winking at the camera filming him from a lower level with his infamous lopsided grin had everyone drooling on the floor. It was reposted again and again on all of the social media apps, quickly becoming viral all over the internet.

"Well, Y/n. Enough about Harry, it's been more than 15 minutes talking about him, it's your turn now." Graham said, narrowing his eyes when Y/n mouthed 'Oh no'.

"How do you feel about Harry walking for another brand, wearing clothes designed by another designer?" he asked, leaning on the arm of his couch as if ready for a statement that he could use to spice up the interview.

"He really pulled it off damn well, obviously. The show was marvellous, the clothes absolutely stunning and the models killed it!" Y/n replied, realizing how disappointing that must have been for the media. "And, Harry hasn't like ...signed up a contract to walk only for Gucci and wear clothes designed only by me, you know? Like whatever he does, he absolutely puts his best into it, so it doesn't really matter who he is walking for until he decides to perform partiality and walk like a god for one show and bad for another" she finished, joining everyone else with the laughter.

She glanced at Harry once, just for some validation for what she said and immediately released the tension from her shoulders the moment he passed her that damn smile.

Graham passed her a 'well done' smile, sighing and letting out a "Hmm, nice."

He shuffled the question cards in his hands and almost in no time his head shot up with his brows raised so high that Harry and Y/n just knew that whatever was coming couldn't be so nice for them. It was, no doubt, everytime a question the answer to which could get them dragged if they were to answer it wrong

"I totally forgot about this!" He shrieked, chuckling a little what seemed like evilly. "Y/n," he dragged her name, looking at her with a playful expression that made the crowd laugh again.

She couldn't help but quickly go over everything that he could've found out about in her brain. With a straight posture, she let out a tense chuckle, adding to the humour unintentionally.

"Harry, here, is a well know good-looking young man, everyone knows that. But this week, he has been named the most handsome man! His face almost corresponds with the ancient geek measurement for perfect beauty and proportion. It's called the golden triangle, you see," Graham went off, not really showing where he is going with this.

Clearing his throat, he continued. "So tell me, y/n, what is it like to be dating the most handsome man in the world?" He asked and the crowd roared with hoots, cheers, and laughter.

Oh, it wasn’t as hard of a question as they were expecting.

Harry hid his face behind his hands, pretending to be blushing hard while kicking his feet.

"Umm... it's definitely hard because he's a narcissist. And, now it's pretty safe to say I'll forever hate you for telling him this and blowing his ego off the roof," looking at Harry she grinned. "But it's nice too, he's a lovely fella," she added, nodding along with Graham.

"Leave her, Harry. She doesn't understand how extraordinary you are!"

"Oh yeah, but Graham totally does! If you take any advice from me, H, let it be this one- choose Graham," Y/n said in a faux serious tone, patting Hary's knee while looking towards the crowd, breaking out laughing when Graham too pretended to blush.

"Oh stop it, you. We know you had him at 'H'," he waved her off, looking at Harry who had his hand over his heart.

"Okay everyone, this interview has been going on for more than 30 minutes now," Graham panicked looking at his watch. "Please say a huge thanks to my guests tonight, Mr. Harry Styles and Ms. Y/n Y/ln!"

"Now what should they say, Harry?"

"They should subscribe to this channel."

"There you go, thank you."

The crowd cheered for them as they bid their goodbyes and left the stage. At the back, both hugged Graham, everyone in a hurry due to the unexpected delay. "I just can't keep up with time around you two," he said, laughing as he hurried somewhere else.

Y/n knew something was off when Harry didn't act much about being the most handsome man as they were being escorted out of the building to their car. Then, on the way, sleep overtook her. Not being a morning person and having to wake up at 5 in the morning over that was not something she could cover up with caffeine.

It was when they were nearing their home that she woke up. Something stopped her from raising her hand, turning to see she felt something heavy on her preventing her from moving even.

Just tilting her head, she smiled at the sight. Harry had intertwined their hands as his body had fallen onto hers, his head on her shoulders with his lips parted.

Thinking about all the stuff she had to do, she forgot about his tiredness. With all the shows he had done the past week, and then having to proceed with a meeting every single day and even online interviews, he hadn't even had the time to relax other than just straight up passing out the moment his head would hit the pillow.

He looked so calm that she didn't wanna wake him but the car turned in the driveway and she raised her other hand to tap his cheek. "Wake up, darling," she spoke slowly, lingering her finger near his open mouth to wake him faster.

It made her laugh, how he smacked her finger away before blinking his eyes open. "Hello there," she greeted him, feeling a lot better after her nap.

But he grunted in return, slumping down further on her.

"We are home, H. C'mon, you can go back to sleep once we're in," she said as she opened her door and dragged him along with her.

Quickly, she appreciated the driver, wishing him a good night as Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, walking towards the door slowly. "I really want to have a drink, my head hurts like it's been hit so hard," he mumbled as Y/n caught with him with her heels in her hands.

"It was probably hit hard when you were a child, considering you are pretty dumb now," she laughed, making a face at him when he clicked her on the head.

After some fumbling for the keys and failing more than thrice because Harry wouldn't stop pressing small pecks of kisses here and there on the skin that was exposed and near to him, Y/n finally pushed the door open and pretended to bang Harry on the head.

"Dear God! You will accidentally kill me someday!" He claimed, laughing when she almost wheezed while clutching her stomach. "We haven't even had a drink and you already seem drunk," he mumbled as he took off his shoes.

He walked on behind her while taking off his suit, swinging it over his arm as she was already onto pouring their drinks. She didn't need to ask what he wanted, it was always the same. Whiskey. And he knew what she'd take- white wine, no questions asked.

It was fitted in her system, that white wine freshened her up. No one knows where that came from, it just does.

Y/n passed him his glass, filled with some ice and his drink, and came to stand just opposite him with her arms on the countertop, just like his. "Cheers," she mumbled and took her first sip.

It wasn't long before they both finished their drinks and went to pour some more, sharing a guilty glance.

One drink turned into another and the distance between them began to decrease enough to make them buzz with some sort of excitement. Then the slurs turned into their mouths moving in sync as one pushed another's clothes off.

Her hair curtained their faces from one side as he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his hips. He climbed the stairs knowing there was a hundred percent chance they could topple over just because of the force they were enforcing on each other. His hands hungrily moved on her body and her hands tangled their fingers in his locks.

Turning on his heels to push open the bedroom door by his back, his feet carried them straight to the bed. Their mouths parted then, her chest heaving quickly as she lay on the bed, seemingly not sensing the importance of breathing while going for the side of his neck.

But Harry rose up just as her lips settled on his skin, chuckling sweetly at her confusion and look of helplessness.

He dropped down on his knees, on the cold hard ground.

Looking up at her as if she were a goddess, he cupped her knees and pushed them farther away from each other. The slight hint of her smell alone snatched his focused gaze from her confirming eyes, to where her drenched panties covered her center. 

Pupils darkening with each passing second, Harry placed his hand on her lower tummy, pushing down so that her hips slip, and her throbbing core grows nearer to him. "So fuckin' wet," he said in a voice so soft, and yet it sounded like a taunt.

A lopsided grin stretched out on his lips and carved out one of his dimples as raised his head up once more to take in her expression. Her eyes showered him in praise and begged him to go on, but her breath just hitched. He could tell she hadn't yet started breathing again as his cold hand started crawling up her knee, slipping up higher and closer with each drag of his palm.

His hungry fingers tapped and walked on her skin like a smooth metal ball bouncing up and down her body after slipping down from one's hand. Just as he hooked his finger on her panties elastic line, her thumb hooked itself on the other side and started pushing the thin clothing down. "Ow!" She exclaimed in a voice lower than a whisper when he slapped her hand away, clearly not expecting such harshness from the man who usually lays underneath her every time they're high on lust. 

"Don't do that again," he told her, almost frowning, before pulling the clothing down her legs in a rush he's never had before.

Inhaling deeply, he hooked his arms under her knees and pushed them up till his hands reached her boobs and the elbows just a tad above her hips. A small crisscross of his two limbs and she was flipped on her stomach. 

"Oh ...my god, H," she gasps, a chuckle leaving her mouth followed by a trembling breath. 

"Raise that ass for me, please," he asked her politely, waiting for her to oblige and let her ass rest in front of his sharp V-line. Smirking in contentment when she slowly, but surely, did so. He landed a quick slap to her asscheek before he turned and rested his back on the curve at the end of the bed, quickly hooking his arms around her thighs. 

He wanted to taste her first, just like she mostly does. "Ah, fuck," she shuddered as his tongue swiped between her puffy lips, separating them.

"So tell me, darling," he said, replacing his tongue with his thumb. "What's it like... having the most handsome man between your legs?"

Tagging: @reveriehs <3 MASTERLIST :)

[forgodsgoddamnsake]

Belly Dancer - 9

Warning: smut, domrry, rough sex, language.

The same ray of sunshine that hit your face the first time you slept in Harry's bed, hit you again but this time he was next to you, his arm wrapped around your waist. This time you both were naked, you smiled when you remembered the night before.

You gently pulled his arm off of you before you got out of bed. Tiptoeing so you wouldn't wake Harry up or worse, smashing one of the lanterns. You started looking for your bra and thong but you found only the bra. Huffing, you grabbed Harry's black shirt he had the night before and went in the bathroom to take a shower.

There was a brand new toothbrush and a bottle of the face wash you use daily, you raised your eyebrow in confusion. Did Harry get you this stuff?

Your face in the mirror was different, as if you were... Prettier?

You smiled to yourself. And after you did your business and washed your face and brushed your teeth you went in the shower cabinet.

The hot water hit your body and you felt soreness in your thighs, maybe because you weren't used to opening your legs that wide.

You jumped when you felt the cabinet open.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You said, placing a hand to your heart, he smiled and kissed your cheek as he went in the cabinet and stood behind you.

"Good morning, lioness." He smiled as he reached for the shampoo bottle.

"G'morning, Gatsby." You turned to face him and put your arms around his neck, smirking.

"You feel okay?" He asked, spurting some of the product on his palm. "Turn around, let me wash your hair."

You turned again and gave him your back, you felt the cool shampoo on your scalp and Harry's fingers massaging it.

"I feel a little sore, that's normal, right?"

"Yes, love, that's completely normal. Each time will be easier so don't worry." He answered. Your hair was foamy by the time he grabbed the shower head to rinse your hair, his fingers brushing your hair softly.

"You know why I love your hair so much?" He asked, placing the shower head back.

"Why?" You asked.

"Because I get to do this." He whispered in your ear, grabbing your hair in one grip kind of roughly. Your head tilted back, mouth open as his own mouth began kissing the back of your neck.

His mouth left wet kisses down your spine, ass cheeks, he even bit your ass softly, not letting go of your hair, though it made your head tilt back further.

He parted your legs with his hand and started his work on your pussy, he loved having control even when he was down on his knees.

His mouth sucked in your pussy lips, gaining a few moans from you. His tongue worked magic on your clit, not caring if the water was still hitting his face. He dove with his whole face in your pussy, nibbing gently on your clit.

"Oh my fucking god, Harry, that feels so good!" You moaned, trying to keep your legs from shaking under his touch.

"You like that, huh?" He asked as his thumb was massaging your clit, his other hand still pulling on your hair.

You gave a moan as an answer but that wasn't enough for him.

"I asked you a question so you better answer, y/n." He whispered in your ear, his thumb still playing with your clit.

"Yes! God, yes, I do." You groaned, legs closing a little, he spanked your ass hard.

"Keep them fucking open for me." He growled, giving you another smack on your other ass cheek.

You tried, but you couldn't, it felt like you had no control down there.

"I can't, Harry, I can't. Fuck, please." Your scalp started hurting a little.

"It's okay, love. It's okay. Do you want that?" He ran his middle finger on your pussy.

"Yes, please." You breathed, biting your lip.

"Say my name, say whose finger you want inside your little pussy." He whispered, not giving you his finger yet.

"I want your finger, Harry. Please, baby, please." With that he slid his finger in your pussy, your back arched a little.

"God, you're so beautiful." He mumbled, finger going in and out.

He curled his finger and began shaking it inside of you, your moans could be heard from outside the mansion by that time when he hit your G-spot with his damn long finger.

"I'm gonna cum, Harry, shit! I can't hold it, don't stop, don't stop!"

"Give it to me, y/n, let go. Let go for me." He whispered in your ear as he worked faster in your pussy.

Your legs shook harder but his knee kept your legs apart, your back arched more as you screamed his name.

"Yes, baby, yes, that's so good. You're so good." He growled before taking his finger out.

He felt like he could no longer be 'Vanilla', he just couldn't.

He let go of your hair and grabbed your neck instead, the tip of his cock was rubbing against your pussy.

"Put it in and move." He ordered and you obliged, you reached to grab his dick and center it at your hole, when the tip was in you moved your ass back to put him all in your pussy.

"That's a good fucking girl." He smirked almost to himself and began fucking you slowly at first. "If you ever want to stop, just tell me, love."

You liked that he cared even with that dominant attitude of his.

His thrusts were slow but deep, he wanted to make your pussy adjust to the size of his cock.

"Faster, Vanilla." You teased and yeah, that pissed him off.

"What the fuck did you just say?" He stopped and his grip on your neck tightened a little.

"You heard me, Vanilla." You called him 'Vanilla' almost in a slow motion.

"Oh, you're going to be sorry." He said. His thrusts went faster enough to teach you a lesson but not hurt you.

Though you were being bitchy, he knew that you were not able to take his full force.

"You're going to regret what this slutty mouth of yours just said." He growled and he slipped two fingers into your mouth, you sucked on them immediately.

"God!" You screamed on his fingers as he was giving you deep thrusts.

"You wanna be slutty, huh? I can edge you over and over and over again, would you like that?" He asked but you wouldn't give him an answer as you were screaming at the mixture of pleasure and pain. "Fucking answer!" He growled and spanked your ass hard.

"Shit! No, Harry," You moaned, your body hurting from that position. But you wouldn't change it anyways, you were afraid of slipping. "I wanna cum around you, Harry, please, just let me cum." You pleaded.

"I'm coming to, baby, let go and cum all over my cock." He whispered and you let go of yourself. "Yes, baby, that's it!" He encouraged before he felt himself coming too so he pulled out immediately and jerked himself off on your ass.

He growled as his cum was spurting on your ass cheeks and lower back. When he came from his high, he leaned on you, but you felt like falling so he kept you in place.

Panting, he gave you a spank on the ass, "You're bitchy."

--

Harry was shirtless in the kitchen, making you both breakfast while you were swaying your hips to a slow song in the living room.

His shirt that was around you showed your ass and pussy a little every time you raised your arms.

"Where's my thong, you little thief?" You asked walking towards him.

"Told you yesterday. It's mine." He answered, simply.

"So I have to go back home without anything covering little y/n?"

"No, you'll have to go back to the club without anything covering little y/n." He corrected, placing your breakfast on the plate.

"I can't, H." You said. He turned around handing you the plate, you held it from him and his hands held you by the waist as he began kissing your neck.

"Stay with me." He whined against your skin.

"I have work." You chuckled, still holding the plate.

"Don't care."

--

After he gave you another round in the kitchen, he had you stay in his bed all day till it was time for you to go to work.

You started putting on your clothes while he laid in the bed, watching you, arms behind his head and a frown on his face.

"Wipe that face off, Harry." You said, pulling up your leather skirt.

"I want you to stay with me a little longer."

"Can't, baby, Sean would freak."

"Fuck him, work for me, I'll give you triple what he pays you." He said and you chuckled.

"I dance for free for you, Harry. Oh, I might be gone for a week or so."

"What?" He exclaimed straightening on the bed.

"I have to perform in Miami for the next week, so I'll be gone today."

He felt worried.

"Can I come?" He asked, trying to maintain his worry.

"Don't you have work?" You asked, putting on your tank top.

"I have people for that. Can I come? I'll drive you and Angela." He asked again, and you couldn't say no to spending more time with Harry.

"Yeah, why not? But Jessica and her fucker of a boyfriend are coming, too. They wanna have fun. They'll go by their own car" You began zipping your knee-high boots.

"Fine by me." He said as you put on your coat. "Don't go." He whined again as you leaned in to give him a peck on the lips.

"I have to, baby. Your chauffeur is already down there waiting for me. And oh, your two bodyguards are they gonna be at the club?"

"Yes, and don't ask why." He said in a monotone voice.

"I'll drop it for now. But this is not over, Harry." You grabbed your purse and was ready to leave. He huffed, but didn't argue.

You gave him a kiss in the air, "Bye, H."

"Bye, y/n." You closed the room's door behind you and went down to get in the car. You texted Angela to get you a fresh pair of underwear on your way to the club.

When you reached the club, got out of the car, walked in the club still texting. You were stopped in the hallway by a figure.

You looked up and saw Michael, looking down at you, he was tall, taller than Harry.

"What now, Michael?" You huffed.

"I need to speak with you." He answered, diving his fingers in his hair.

"About what?"

"About Harry."

--

Give me your reviews and likes babes, it keeps me going.

[lunap999]

Art for @hwaetwegardena fanfic Stained featuring Ginny x Antonin Dolohov. You can read the spicy oneshot on AO3! 🔥

[pasparal]

Mid-December 2023: while the population in world's largest concentration camp is still being massacred by the world's most moral army, before the lifeless bodies of the murdered Palestinian children have turned cold, real estate firm Harey Zahav, a leading company in building illegal settlements in the occupied West Bank, has announced plans to build luxury seaside residences over Gaza's rubble:

“!תתעוררו, בית על החוף זה לא חלום” (“Wake up, a house on the beach is not a dream!”)

“!עכשיו במחירי פריסייל” (“Now at presale prices!”)

[kronprinz-rudolf]

snow 2007 | flower 2002 (shinko)

[rupertholmes]

bless you

[astraltm-a]

❛❛ honestly , ah think th' i deserve a reward fer not causin' any chaos in th' last few months . truly this is very demure of me . ❜❜

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

Drarry prompt : Physical touch as their love language :)

So this may be like...2 years late. I have no excuses. I am so sorry. I hope you like this lmao, i haven't written for drarry in literal ages. It's short and cute and I wrote it in less than half an hour if im being honest.

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Touch was special to Harry.

At first it was terrible, coming from a household where every touch was violent and love was rare.

Hogwarts changed that.

Ron would throw his arm over his shoulder after a quidditch match and Hermione would fall asleep on his shoulder while they studied late. It was odd, but soon it became as easy as breathing.

Soon touch became the way Harry communicate. He'd lightly shove Seamus with his shoulder and press his knee to Luna's when he'd sit on the floor with her to listen to her daily rants. He'd kiss Hermione's forehead before she left a room and tug on Ron's clothes to get his attention. He'd make sure that he was always touching someone at some point.

Harry Potter was not a boy who was shown a lot of love through touch, but he expressed it oh so generously.

When Draco and Harry became hesitant friends in 8th year, Harry was nervous.

The war had not ruined his affinity for physical touch as a means of comfort, in fact, it may have exacerbated it.

But Harry did not know if Draco liked to be touched and with a friendship so rocky, he wasn't willing to risk it.

But like all things with Draco, everything just sort of clicked.

When they sat together for lunch in the great hall (a fact that made Harry giddy with joy for some reason?) he found Draco sitting close enough that their arms pressed together.

When they sat next to each other in class, Draco's leg would be close enough to brush against his every now and then.

When they sat on the couches in the 8th year common room, all of their friends sitting together, squashed up on the couches, Draco and him would sprawl all over each other, limbs entangled and unbearbly comfortable.

All in all, Harry loved it.

It was when they started dating that it all came to a crux.

It was their first year out of Hogwarts, and with Draco begining his time consuming journey of training to become a potions master, a relationship was the last thing that you would assume could work out.

But they made it work, they always do.

Harry didn't care that Draco had odd hours because he had to sometimes check on potions at weird times in the night, he didn't care that sometimes Draco would spend entire afternoons reading on potions textbook or the other, he didn't care that sometimes Draco had to cancel plans last minute because his mentor was an utter ass and had Draco running at his beck and call.

It should have bothered him, especially as early as it was into their relationship as it was, but it didn't.

He didn't care becauss when Draco got back from his odd hours he would always kiss the crown of Harry's head, and get back into bed, going back to spooning him like he never left. He

didn't care because when Draco spent entire afternoons reading, he always did it on the couch next to Harry, his legs curled up next to him and his body leaning into his, and afterwards he would kiss Harry and thank him for being so patient with him. He didn't care because everytime before he got back from his mentor he would kiss Harry on the cheek, and hug him, tightly, promising that as soon as his internship was done he would never cancel plans again because he knew how important stability was for Harry.

Harry was never that good with expressing how he felt, but he loved Draco Malfoy, and he expressed that very clearly. He expressed it in the way he linked their pinkys together. He expressed it the way he hugged Draco from behind when he made coffee in the morning. He expressed it in the way he swung their hands when they walked anywhere.

And Draco loved him, oh how Draco loved him.

Draco loved him in the way he let Harry bury his face in his neck when he was cold. Draco loved him in the way he put his arm around Harry's chair when they went to pub nights with their friends. Draco love him in the way he pulled him close when they were dancing. Draco loved him.

Touch was everything to Harry, it was how he loved and how he wanted to be loved.

And oh, how he was loved.

[willowyrainmaker5]

me when i'm a furry artist and i realized i can draw anything i want

[arsenicflame]

Graffiti from Winchester Cathedral