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Brain Curd #236 - Brain Curd NaNo #5

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose. Now that it's Novel-vember, as some have taken to calling it, I'm doubling down on Seeing Other People (working title). Will I finish the first draft before December? Probably not. Too sleepy. But I'll certainly try harder than any year before. Oh yeah - and unlike typical Brain Curds, I'm keeping some of what I write each day to myself.

Any resemblance to real events is entirely legally coincidental. Names and locations have been changed to protect the identities of the fictional.

I was in a real funk, my second year of university. I finally had a bedroom of my own again for the first time in nearly a decade, spent days plotting the layout, and executed the plans perfectly to make a place that really felt like home… only to invite the wrong person over and ruin it. Home was where I got hurt. Again.

I was half-convinced I was asexual at that point - a term I was familiar with through cultural osmosis; but I had only met a person with that label very recently and the waters were muddy. The truth was, I wasn’t asexual, I was sex-repulsed - which isn’t mutually exclusive, but the venn diagram isn’t a circle either.

There’s a certain ennui to being sex-repulsed and touch-starved at the same time. I found myself wallowing in cynicism that the only people who might ever want me were people I didn’t want. And I wanted - I spent all my time wanting - but I didn’t want any person. The idea of being with someone, the very idea, made me fearful that I’d somehow end up getting hurt again as I always did time and time again. Because when your only concern is not to hurt others, it’s all too easy not to notice someone else hurting you.

So, naturally, I was on the edge of deleting Tinder and giving up. But for whatever reason, I opened it up to take another peak. And there she was.

Anorma is an abnormal name, I thought to myself, having come up with the least original thought of the day. She was cute - pretty eyes, curly hair - so I said, “fuck it,” and swiped right.

We matched immediately and texted back and forth for a bit before she asked me out on a date. I said yes, and she suggested IKEA, which was right by her house.

“I love IKEA!” I replied. “Where should I pick you up?”

I pulled up to a Rite Aid in Costa Mesa. My nerves were shot. I’d driven twenty minutes away from home (which felt like a long drive at the time) to meet someone new who (quite reasonably) didn’t immediately trust me with her home address. The clouds rolled in and it began to rain. I sat in my car, the engine shut off, wondering if she’d even show up. If I’d even recognize her from a different angle if she did. That fear was quashed when I saw a curly-haired broad-chested woman dressed all in purple with red sunglasses jogging up. This was unmistakably Anorma. I unlocked the passenger door and started the engine.

“Hi!” She said, getting into the car.

“Hello,” I replied. “You’re all wet.”

“It’s raining!”

“I noticed. Luckily I keep an umbrella in the car, but I didn’t think to bring towels.”

“That’s okay,” she said, smiling, as she buckled her seatbelt and stared forward. She was somehow entirely unperturbed by the droplets of water clinging to her hair and the dripping rainwater on her forehead.

“Well then…” I shifted into reverse. “Let’s go get meatballs.”

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Nano-vember | The Glue

Part XIX

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“Really, darling, I think you might be going soft.”

“Fuck you, Pans,” Draco snapped and sunk deeper in to her soft cream leather couch, relishing in the extravagance and the comfort.

He hated going to his parents for longer than a couple hours. Always forced to endure conversations with the poshest connections Lucius Malfoy could muster up after his fall from societies approving eye.

Which was to say, those connections were far lower than Lucius had ever deigned to associate with before. It was amusing to say the least, watching his father biting his tongue every few moments, when his guests made social blunders like elbows on the table or bringing up topics one ought not talk about in polite company. Though, Draco didn't like the topics his father always seemed to enjoy most: marriage, Pureblood traditions and, of course, as a slap in the face to Draco, the blasphemy of public homosexuality.

So when he finally escaped Sunday afternoon with Pansy, he sighed in utter relief. That is, until she proved to be not much better company.

“No, really, Draco. You and Potter; all this cuddling and sweet words. It makes me want to upchuck my lunch.”

“You’re just jealous that you don’t get regular sex.”

“Oh, regular sex isn’t the issue. My partners just can’t seem to make up their minds.”

“Partners?”

Pansy cackled. She thrummed her long pointed nails on her leather skirt, but she worried her bottom lip, the only sign she was unsure, or insecure. Draco could see the dark shadows under her eyes and sadness in the dark of her irises.

“I’ve been sleeping with a couple quite regularly for the past six months. Or I was until a month ago. She told me privately, the last time, that she thinks she might be falling in love with me and he just about broke a blood vessel when I told him. I couldn’t not,” She sighed and pulled at the hem of her skirt. “I wasn’t supposed to get invested in their marriage. Really I should call the entire thing off.”

“And he doesn’t feel the same?”

“Darling, this man is so in love with his wife,” Pansy rolled her eyes. “It would be painful, if I didn’t almost understand.”

“Right, almost,” Draco mocked and then he grinned. “You couldn’t possibly get it, you’d have to have real feelings to understand that.”

“Precisely,” She smiled, though Draco could see it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And I don’t. I would never let myself blur the lines of casual sex. Completely not my style. That’s for plebians and underagers.”

Draco slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her face into the crook of his neck. She trembled in his arms and he smoothed her hair. She was hurting, he could tell, and all he wanted to do was make it better but he couldn’t. This was something she’d have to figure out on her own.

“What harm could there be in-”

“I think he would leave her, and her marriage, their kids, their families; all of that means more to her than what could be with me.” Pansy sniffed and quickly wiped her cheeks as she pulled away and rose to her feet. “Besides, I’m not confident I could share her with someone, if I couldn’t be with them in the same way.”

Draco followed her into her kitchenette just to the left of her sitting room. She began rummaging through her cupboards for cups and tea bags, and flicked her wand at the kettle. Soon she had two steaming cups of aromatic Earl Grey in their hands as they sat around the bar counter behind the sink. The counters were white and grey marble, striking against the light grey modern walls and the black muggle appliances in her kitchen.

“How would that even work, anyways. She couldn’t have two partners, what was she thinking telling you? This woman sounds like a selfish cow to me.”

“Draco,” Pansy said in a warning tone. “She is the farthest thing from that. And whoever told you that, and I can very much guess who, was completely and utterly wrong. You can be with as many or as few partners as you and everyone involved is comfortable with. I think it would be selfish of her husband to threaten divorce but he’s about as hot headed as I am and I might do the same thing.”

“You wouldn’t.”

She smiled sadly. “You’re right, I wouldn’t. But if I didn’t want to share I would figure out how to make the situation better, or I would walk away. I wouldn’t hold it over her head, I’d just be honest about what I was comfortable with.”

“I-” Draco paused. “I want Neville Longbottom.”

“Of course you do, darling. It’s horribly obvious.”

“Harry does too.”

“Then what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t want to just have casual sex. I don’t know what exactly I do want, but It’s not..”

“This?” She asked pointing to herself and her tears stained cheeks.

“You need to talk to them, whoever they are,” Draco said sternly. “They would both be fools to let you go. They might even already know that. Did you tell her how you felt?”

Pansy played with her fingers and looked away.

“Listen here, you god awful wench, you can’t sit there and tell me to act when you are sitting here like a pup with its tail between its legs.”

Pansy chuckled and pushed Draco’s shoulder playfully. Their cups drained, and their bellies warm, Pansy dragged Draco back into the sitting room and rested her head on his shoulder as they watched the fireplace crackle and burn.

“Salazar, help us, we have quite the thing for attractive Gryffindors.” Pansy grinned.

“Who-”

“I cannot say, love,” Pansy said softly. “When I can, you’ll be the first to know.”

NEXT

[tea-and-typos]

if anyone is doin nano, add me my username is ohyeah vember

[eutermesan]

this november i'm doing a thing called @note-vember instead of nanowrimo bc nano + a levels = unwarranted amounts of stress. so instead i'm going to write a short fic every day and post it here and to my ao3.

so! if you want to send me any prompts, on or off anon, that would be greatly appreciated. anything will be accepted: first sentences, characters/TARDIS teams, settings, anything else you think of.

fandoms:

- doctor who (classic and new)

- torchwood

- the sarah jane adventures

- class

- morseverse

[judithmorningstarofficial]

What if I did a worldbuilding Novemeber (woe-vember?) for the next draft of The One That Won’t Die? Like, a solid two pages of notes per day, or something like that.

I’m sure this will last about as long as any of my attempts to do NaNo in the last six years, but whatever.

[kar-a-kael]

Post-vember

Hey all! I don’t have any plans for NaNo this year, but I’m making it a goal to post a chapter of one of my WIPs for each day of the month. 

Starting us off is my NaNo from last year, the Sphinx of Castle B’Net, a RPG-inspired GaoGaiGar fic! 

If you have any requests for works you’d like me to update, drop me a line and/or reblog, and I’ll see what I have in storage! 

Toodles~

The Spinx of Castle BNet

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: GaoGaiGar, Pathfinder (Roleplaying Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Soldato J-002, Tomoro, Renais Kerdif-Shishioh, Gimlet Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy Summary: When the rogue warrior Soldato J is summoned to the highest wizards' university in the land, he is expecting a simple job. Instead, he and his bonded griffin Tomoro end up on the trail of a mystery that stretches to the far reaches of the country...and might even affect the bitter war he has been barred from joining.

Unfortunately, all the clues are locked up inside a mad castle and its enigmatic guardian...

[cheekytorah]

Ooooo I am finally going to start working on this again! Nano-vember!!!

Not Anymore

(Nonmagical AU Part IV)

Part I <-clicky

Part II <-clicky

Part III <-clicky

[it’s a bit late and I’m sorry for that, had a busy day. Xx Lex]

Sirius dragged himself out of bed around nine, hearing the giggling of Harry running through the house. Harry didn’t often get up and leave Sirius sleeping but when he did he usually created quite the mess. Toddler chaos was absolutely terrifying if he were completely honest, but Sirius wouldn’t change the boy.

He padded down the hall softly and found Harry counting random numbers out of sequence against the wall, hiding his face. Frowning Sirius looked around and spied Remus hiding behind a curtain. Sirius walked into the kitchen amused and started the coffee. It seemed Harry had an abundance of extra energy today, even for him, so a full pot was likely needed.

“Have you two eaten yet?” Sirius called through the door way as he pulled a couple mugs from the cupboard.

“Harry has, haven’t you little man?” Remus appeared in the doorway holding a happily squealing boy in his arms.

“No! Down! Down!” Harry shrieked. “Hungry! Apple!”

Sirius laughed and pulled an apple from the basket and began preparing it. Remus slipped in behind him and pulled the eggs and bacon and started making breakfast for him and Sirius as well.

“I’ll pick up some groceries today, least I can do,” Remus said with a lopsided grin.

“Actually, I wanted to ask, are you working right now?”

“No, I haven’t been able to-that is-I’m a bit of a liability being sick,” Remus flushed and looked away.

“Ignorant wankers,” Sirius grumbled with a scowl. “What if you took care of Harry while I work, when I get a job that is, it could cover your room and board. Here, with us. Till then, well you may as well stay, I could use the help and you need a place. I can pay the extra in cash as well. I can draw up a-”

“Of course I’ll do it! You don’t need to draw up any sort of contract, that’s unnecessary, Pads.” Remus laughed. “I mean he’s my family, too. I think so at least.” He added softly.

“Of course he is! I am too,” Sirius grinned.

Remus smirked with a raised brow as he plated the food and set everything on the table. Everyone ate happily, Harry stole some bacon from Sirius and eggs from Remus. Of course most of it ended up on the floor, and some in Sirius’ hair much to his displeasure.

They played together, and laughed together. Remus read Harry stories at nap time and then again at bedtime. He tucked him in with a kiss and Sirius’ heart ached with how domestic it was and only after a day. Old feelings being ripped to the surface like the rising of the sun.

That was how the days went for the next four months. In the mornings Sirius would look for work in the papers and Remus dodged flying food. The afternoons were usually filled with outings to the part, or the zoo, sometimes the grocer or the local play centre. And evenings were when Remus would cook and they’d all snuggle up in Harry’s bed for stories and kisses.

When Harry went to bed Sirius and Remus would settle with tea or sometimes whiskey in the living room. Sometimes they’d talk about their days at boarding school, sometimes about about the advances in the case against Peter, who was still on the run. Most often they would talk about Harry, the future and engage in their usual banter.

One night after Remus had read “Oh The Places You’ll Go” twice before Harry would fall asleep, Remus had to drag a half asleep Sirius out of the room too. Sirius threw on an old movie about werewolves and the two settled on the couch under blankets with some hot chocolate. He felt Remus’ icy toes inch under his warm thigh. Sirius chuckled, threw a pillow at him but didn’t move Remus’ feet away.

They watched the movie quietly but Sirius kept sneaking glances at the beautiful man beside him. Remus and his yellowy-green eyes, and his curls that fell into his eyes sometimes. The scars that he hated but Sirius just wanted to map with his tongue. There really was only so much a man could handle and Sirius was completely and utterly distraught. He was fully and irrevocably in love with the smarmy bastard.

”what is it?” Remus asked when he caught Sirius starting.

“Just curious,” Sirius looked pensive for a moment. Remus raised a brow and Sirius grinned evilly. “How fast can you run these days?”

Sirius dove at Remus in an attempt to trap him and tickle him till he just about pissed himself, but Remus was quicker than he reckoned and the man was on his feet and darting across the room.

TBC

[aldersprig]

Two “PrepTober” Pieces

Two “PrepTober” Pieces posted in Nano-vember - the Bear Empire and Evangeline the Aunt of the Aunt Family

These have been sitting in my drafts bin for a bit, but here we go…

Based on Twitter Prompts

“Write your character sick“  – Deline, Bear Empire, some time before the book

“Bear Claws don’t get sick.”

Deline had been saying this for a week, but the evidence was mounting up against her: chills, fever, an unfortunate habit of losing whatever she put in her stomach, an increasing inability to stand…

[hptruefan-cheekytorah]

Nano-vember | The Glue

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Warning: This chapter contains strong language and soppy emotional garbage 😅😉❤️

Tagging my Drarryville friends: @drarryruinedme7 @keyflight790 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @dewitty1

Thank you to the very wonderful @keyflight790 for Beta Reading this story ❤️❤️❤️

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Previous chapters:

(I) | (II) | (III) | (IV) | (V) | (VI)

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Part VII

It was probably petty. Definitely petty. With it being still a few days before he could take leave for the weekend, he had changed the wards for his chambers. He pouted like a petulant child, listening to Harry knocking and calling sweet words and apologies through the door. It was probably half two when Draco had gotten tired of it, put up a silencing charm and went to bed. He half expected, half hoped Harry was waiting outside his rooms when he emerged in the morning, but Draco supposed he had a bit more decency than that. Of all the romantic ideals, it was highly inappropriate if students were to see that sort of spectacle.

Draco was particularly exhausted. No amount of Pepper Up potions could help the bags and red eyes he had from the tears and lack of sleep. He sunk into his regular seat at the table, which he didn’t register as his first mistake until he made the second mistake; he turned to speak to Harry immediately, momentarily forgetting his anger. He froze, the words of greeting stuck in his throat and he swallowed them back and opted for what he hoped was a look of indifference. He reached for the platter of steaming bacon instead and chose to ignore the puppy dog eyes which Harry sported.

“Come to my chambers at lunch?” Harry whispered into his ear. Draco shivered involuntarily.

“I think not.”

“Then I’ll come to yours.”

“Nope, sorry I’m busy, I have a thing with Longbottom.” Draco sniffed, forgetting one important thing.

“I think we can push that thing to later, don’t you think, Malfoy?” Neville said from his right.

Draco glared at Neville, who just looked at him with an amused yet innocent expression. Draco scowled at his bacon. He hadn’t slept right; his world had flipped, Harry had humiliated him, and NOW he wanted to talk?

“Why?” Draco flinched at how vulnerable he sounded.

He wasn’t even sure if Harry would know Draco was talking to him. Only that he wasn’t going to go off with the idiot to be dumped. One rejection in twenty-four hours was enough. Something about the look on his face must have made Harry change his mind.

“Because, I could announce how much I love you and what a fool I was last night--right here, right now--but I think that’s better said in private,” Harry whispered, his breath tickling Dracos ear, before standing. “Wouldn’t you agree?

Draco nodded absentmindedly, his face turning an embarrassing shade of red. He watched as Harry walked away, and Merlin if he hadn’t wanted to jump him when he had spoken those three stupid little words, he’d want to right then, wearing the bloody trousers Draco had left in his room last week. His head was full of horribly inappropriate thoughts for the rest of the morning, and he all but ran to Harry’s class which let out a few minutes after his own. They walked silently back to Harry’s rooms, and once inside Draco sat with shaking hands in his lap, while Harry thanked the elves for bringing them their soup.

“I’m sorry.”

“Harry, look I-”

“No, I need to say this because you deserved better than that. I want more, and it scared me. I love you but I’m not perfect.” Harry seemed to hesitate. “I need you to know something.”

Draco recognized that look, it was the one Harry had been wearing for days, and now registered it for what it was. He looked guilty.

“If you slept with someone-”

“What? No!” Harry laughed, but there seemed to be little humour in it. “Merlin, no! That’s the thing, I would never do that to you. Fuck, I’ve loved you for probably longer than I even knew. I couldn’t do that to you.”

“Then what is it, Harry?” Draco could see so many emotions on Harry’s face: guilt, sadness, fear, but through it all he looked at Draco with a fierce sort of love. “We’ve been through a lot, I think whatever it is, that we can get through it! Look at us, I have scars across my chest, I gave you a broken nose and put you, and all your--our--friends through hell. If we can get through that, then I don’t think anything can get in the way. As long as we, er, love--ahem-- each other.” Draco felt his face turning red again at the disgusting sentimentality he was spewing.

“You alright?” Harry cracked a grin. “Gonna make it? Or you gonna die from all these emotional outbursts of yours?”

“I just might.” Draco groaned and buried his face in Harry’s neck.

Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around Draco. He sighed into Draco’s hair--surely messing it up--but Draco could hardly care. He just felt so warm and good right now.

“I love you, Merlin, so much. It’s just that--” Harry sighed again. “I have a stupid crush. It’s nothing compared to how I feel about you, and I would never ever do anything about it. Draco please understand that, you are--well i hope you are--my boyfriend. I don’t want to ever risk that.”

Draco listened to Harry talking so fast, anxious that Draco might have stormed out. Might have found Harry’s admission unacceptable or unforgivable. He couldn’t help himself, he started laughing over the ridiculousness of their childish behaviour lately.

“Er, Draco?”

“Sorry, it’s just, that’s why you’ve been feeling so guilty lately?” Draco asked, and when Harry nodded he continued. “You love me right?” Another more frantic nod. “Then I don’t care, I mean I don't expect you not to notice other people for the next, er however long we are together. I’ve done my fair share of noticing.”

Draco felt some bile in the back of his throat. This is where he should admit that he’s harbouring more than a crush sort of feelings for one of their best friends.

“That’s not the worst of it, Draco,” Harry seemed to take a deep breath. “It’s who the person is that makes it-”

“Harry, I don’t care. My mother told me something once. Love is about making a choice to be with someone, making a choice to choose them every day, to choose a life with them in it, no matter the other shit.” Draco looked away as he recalled the memory of asking his mother to leave their father when he was sixteen. “I’ve done some noticing, have felt things for other people and do still about someone, but you are the one i want to be with, the one I love, the one I can’t imagine not being with. I don’t need to know who it is, you don’t owe me that. I’m not sure I want to know anyways.”

“I love you.”

“Stop saying it.” Draco laughed and kissed Harry’s neck. “Especially when there are so many better things you could do with your mouth.” He added cheekily.

Harry hummed in agreement.

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Next

[hptruefan-cheekytorah]

Nano-vember | The Glue

Oh I should be tagging my lovely Drarryville loving friends @drarryruinedme7 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @keyflight790

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Warning: OH THE ANGST

Part I

Part II

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Part III

Draco sighed. He sat on the astronomy tower overlooking the Hogwarts grounds, hugging his knees to his chest like he used to as a child. Salazar, he was far too old for such behaviour, but that man could do horrible things to him. He more often did wonderful things but it was terrifying how the smallest thing could reduce Draco to falling back on old habits. Hiding and feeling the need to cry.

He wanted to talk to Harry, he wanted to know what was bothering him, wanted to understand why he was pulling away. He wanted to feel comfortable enough to share his own worries, and thoughts and hidden desires.

A part of Draco thought that maybe Harry knew Draco had been noticing other people. Well that wasn’t fair exactly. It wasn’t people. It was one person, but he couldn’t even start thinking about that. If Harry knew, his Gryffindor loyalty and sensibilities would drive him away from Draco in a heartbeat.

Harry had such a huge heart and an amazing capacity for love, but he couldn’t love this much. Couldn’t love someone who was as greedy or as selfish as Draco. He should tell him, he should. But Draco knew he was too selfish for that. Harry was likely to leave him soon anyway. His behaviour was obvious, he was bored, he was tired of Draco and his haughty attitude and his penchant for jealousy.

Draco scoffed. Jealousy. He really was such a hypocrite.

“Draco?”

Draco froze, drew in a shocked breath but didn’t look at the man approaching him. Of course, he would show up here. One person who seemed to know him as well as Pansy or Harry. Who could see through his frosty facade.

“Why are you here?” Draco asked.

“I was looking for you, wanted to have a cuppa with you. When you weren’t in your rooms, I figured you must be here. Something on your mind?”

Draco hummed in response.

“I’ll reiterate,” Neville said with a lopsided smile. “What’s on your mind?”

Draco sighed and pulled his knees impossibly closer.

“You know, I never even wanted a boyfriend anyways,” Draco said petulantly. “And he’s not even my boyfriend, we never made any promises or such.”

“Where is that coming from?” Neville chuckled. “Did you and Harry have a fight?”

“Can’t fight if we don’t really talk,” Draco scoffed.

“Draco,” Neville said in a warning tone.

“He’s hiding things from me,” Draco snapped and then sighed looking over the grounds once more. “I’m hiding things too.”

“Just tell him, whatever it is, it’s better to just tell him. It’ll probably help him to be honest with you too.”

Draco rolled his eyes, of course Neville fucking Longbottom thinks honesty is best. Stupid loyal Gryffindor’s, the lot of them.

“I’m serious Draco, this is Harry we are talking about. He- well he cares about you so much, it’s practically written on a glowing sign--like those Muggles have--hanging over his head every time he looks at you. It’s, well it’s wonderful isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“Being loved? I can only hope to find someone to love me as much as Harry loves you,” Neville smiled almost sadly as he looked at Draco. “And how much you love him.”

“I never--I don’t love Potter!”

Neville laughed, watching Draco with twinkly eyes. “Course not, Malfoy.”

Draco smirked and shoved Neville lightly in the shoulder. Could Harry understand, understand the connection he had with Neville, understand that--for Draco at least--Neville was more than just Draco’s friend. More than a best friend even. More than he was ready to really think too hard on himself.

Next

[hptruefan-cheekytorah]

Nano-vember | The Glue

Warning: some strong language and Oh the Angst!!!

Tagging my Drarryville friends: @drarryruinedme7 @keyflight790 @cassiaratheslytherpuff @dewitty1

Thank you to the very wonderful @keyflight790 for Beta Reading this chapter and the previous chapters ❤️❤️❤️

If anyone else would like to be tagged for updates please let me know!

Previous chapters:

(I) | (II) | (III) | (IV) | (V)

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Part VI

“Harry? Why are you-” Neville mumbled, rubbing hands over his face half asleep. “What's wrong?”

Harry burst into Nevilles chambers and threw himself on the couch, burying his face in his hands. He felt like a complete berk. As if he wasn’t causing enough problems for Draco, then he went and panicked when Draco had finally confessed his feelings. Top it all off with showing up at Nevilles in the middle of the night. Yep, Harry was a complete arsehole.

Neville disappeared, leaving Harry to his thoughts, which was probably a risky move at the moment. Harry felt so guilt ridden and distressed. He was probably a risk to himself and everyone else with how his magic kept flaring off inside and around him. Neville reappeared, placing a steaming cup of tea in front of Harry and sitting across from him, pulling his dress robes tighter around himself.

Harry reached for the tea and the cup shook violently before he could even touch it. Neville hummed as he watched Harry, which just made Harry even more nervous, so he opted with shoving his hands in his hair instead.

“I haven’t seen you such a mess since-” Neville paused thoughtfully. “Since you realized you might be Bi, actually.”

“Bloody hell,” Harry groaned and looked up at his friend. “I fucked up, Nev.”

Neville raised a brow but said nothing and Harry glanced down at his lap.

“Draco said he loved me.”

“Isn’t that a good thing, since you love him?” Neville said after a moment of thought.

Harry sighed again; of course, if he hadn’t hightailed it out of there like his arse was on fire. If he hadn’t left Draco, leaving him to think he didn’t love him. If he didn’t feel profoundly guilty for loving someone and having a stupid crush on someone else. The very someone he went to in his distress. That part made the whole thing so very much worse, and Harry knew it.

“I-er-kind of-” Harry stammered. “I may have--ranthefuckaway.” he finished quickly.

Neville choked on his tea. After a moment of coughing and sputtering, he cleared his throat and peered at Harry curiously.

“Harry, are you back to self-sabotaging?”

“Honestly, I have no idea what I am doing.”

Harry slumped down into the couch, worrying his bottom lip. If he was going to tell Draco he loved him, Harry didn’t want it to be ‘I love you but I also like my best mate, so sorry. I don’t know where we go from here’.

“Did you come straight here?”

“Yeah, mate, I don’t know what to do. I had this moment of fear,” Harry shook his head and felt stupid. It’s not like he could very well tell Neville why he freaked out. “I probably seem bloody mad.”

“A bit,” Neville smirked and that made Harry smile; just a small tilt of his lips. “Listen, you and Draco are two of my closest friends. I’m sure you have all the reason in the world to be freaking out, but you owe it to Draco to get your arse back down there, man up and tell him the truth. I don’t care if you decide you have to end it with him--which would be a bloody stupid in my opinion--but he deserves more than you running out on him like that.”

“You don’t understand.” Harry sighed.

Neville froze up a bit, finally looking a bit annoyed.

“You’re right. I don’t understand how someone can know they’re loved in return and just-” Neville stopped himself, took a calming breath. “Just fix it Harry, you owe it to yourself to let yourself be happy, but you mostly owe it to Draco to give him a damn answer.”

Harry for the most part had the decency to feel pretty darn ashamed at that moment. Neville was right. Merlin, what could Draco be thinking right now? Harry felt panicked again for all new reasons and Nevilles expression softened.

“Go on.” He whispered.

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Part IX

Draco grinned at Neville, who smiled pointedly at his foot hooked around Harry’s under the Great Hall teacher’s table. Neville nudged him and nodded approvingly and turned back to his food. Draco saw the steady flex of his jaw, Neville’s tell-tale sign of anxiety and displeasure.

“What’s the matter?” Draco whispered to his right.

“Nothing,” Neville’s head shot up quickly. “Just had a long day is all.”

“Hmm,” Draco eyed him before turning to Harry. “Something’s wrong with Neville.”

“Draco-” Neville complained.

“What? What’s wrong, Nev?” Harry asked, concern filling his eyes.

Draco considered Harry, his concern, his searching gaze. Harry was close with his friends. He was caring to a fault, heart twenty sizes too big like that green monster in the muggle Christmas specials Harry enjoyed so much. If he thought something was wrong with Neville, he’d likely let it eat at him until he helped Neville fix it.

“Nothing,” Neville sighed but looked at Draco and Harry fondly.

“I bet it’s Luna,” Harry hummed taking a sip of the fragrant earl grey. At Draco’s curious glance Harry continued. “I think our Neville here has a crush on her.”

“Isn’t she with-” Draco began but was interrupted by Neville choking on his peas.

“I-” he coughed again. “I do not have a crush! And I definitely don’t have any sort of romantic feelings towards Luna.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at Neville. 

“You’re avoiding! You don’t have a crush and you don’t fancy Luna, so who is it then? More than a crush. Neville, are you mad about someone?” Harry asked slowly.

“Well done, Potter, I do believe that’s the best deduction skills you’ve ever displayed,” Draco smirked.

“Piss off,” Harry laughed and looked over him at Neville. “Seriously, mate you can tell us anything!”

Neville looked between the two with an odd look that Draco interpreted as incredulous. 

“Obviously, you have helped me and I’m going to assume you helped Harry with his emotional crisis the other night as well,” Draco drawled and winced at the pinch that Harry gave to his thigh. “You are my best friend, and Harry’s friend, too, I suppose.” He added cheekily.

Neville’s laughed and looked at his plate. He shook his head in an amused and possibly fond, possibly surprised, way. 

“Thanks, both of you. You’ve been the best...the best friends a bloke could ask for,” he smiled softly and began poking at his dinner. “It’s nothing though, when I am ready to talk about it, you both will be the first ones to know.”

Harry nodded, his mouth full of roast and gravy trying to mumble an okay.  Salazar, why was he so attracted to such an oaf? Draco rolled his eyes at Harry.

“What my obviously well-mannered friend here was trying to say is: we will be here when your ready, Neville,” Draco looked at Neville intensely trying to impress upon him the seriousness of his sentiment. 

Harry scowled at Draco, but nodded and returned to stuffing his face. Draco shook his head fondly and laid his hand on Harry’s thigh, giving it an appreciative squeeze, earning him a grin in response. He turned and rested his other hand on Neville’s back and gave a friendly pat, hoping to show Neville that he could be there for him too. 

He felt an odd twinge in his chest as he realized he was touching both the man he loved. Loved. Neville was slowly sneaking his way into another part of his heart he hadn’t realized had enough space for another. It felt almost right to be touching both Harry and Neville at the same time. Almost like they fit together. One on each side of Draco. Draco felt a pang of sadness overwhelm him, but pushed it aside to smile warmly at Neville.

He felt Neville freeze under his hand and Neville was glancing between Draco and Harry and the hand on Harry’s thigh. He smiled at Draco and nodded. It was a tight pull of his lips, a smile he wasn’t used to seeing on Neville’s face anymore. Quickly, Neville stood, muttering about the mandrakes and slipping out of the Great Hall. Draco watched him go, worried that something really was bothering him more than he let on. 

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He was losing track of time. Harry knew he was asleep more often than not, but usually he didn’t have to worry about that. In the past, being in a hospital bed and having only Poppy as witness for his antics meant he wasn’t worried about what was going on around him, and if Harry hated anything it was a lack of control. In <i>most</i> situations, of course. 

“You’re awake!” Draco walked back into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed beside Harry. “How are you feeling?”

“I imagine this is what getting hit by the Knight bus feels like,” Harry smiled tiredly. “But I think better?”

“You have one more day of bed rest and potions, I have classes today but Neville has taken the day off,” Draco smirked.

Harry didn’t really know what Draco was smirking about but he smiled and went to grab Draco’s hand. Draco pulled away after squeezing back gently.

“None of that, you’re not healthy yet, and I have to leave,” Draco turned towards the door, but paused and looked back. “I’d be careful about that loose tongue of yours, Harry, especially around Neville.” then the smarmy bastard winked--winked!--and left.

Harry paled, sunk back into the bed, and then winced in pain.  What the hell did he say under all those potions? He looked at the vial on the table that said ‘Drink Me’ and despite his worry chuckled. Never should have made Draco watch that movie.

“Hullo, Harry!’ Neville called into the bedroom. “I’m just making some tea, d’you want a cuppa?”

“More than you know,” Harry sighed.

A few moments later, Neville was in the chair beside the bed with a platter of tea, crumpets, strawberries and digestive cookies hovering over the space between them. Harry winced and his hand shook as he brought the tea to his mouth, but if he was saying odd things when he was under those potions, he wouldn’t take it.  He was fine. He’d been through worse.

“Harry, take your potion.”

“I’m good, can’t be on it forever, potions dependency is no joke.”

Neville narrowed his eyes at Harry. “And recovery is no joke. If you’re not careful you could cause serious damage to your body or your magical core.”

Harry sighed. He knew this. “I’ll just sleep it off.”

“I could force you, or get Poppy down here and she can deal with you, but I rather thought you might take the more mature approach and take your bloody potions.”

“You and Draco are going to drive me mental.”

“As if you weren’t halfway there already,” Neville chuckled and gave a sly smile before hiding his face in the Daily Prophet.

“Thanks mate,” Harry muttered, swiping the vial off the side table and swallowing it back. It, of course, tasted horrible. Comparable only to what he figured Niffler piss tasted like.

He felt the potion as it took effect, and within minutes he was sighing with relief. The nauseous twinge that had taken root in his guts was immediately gone. He felt like he was boneless and floating. He smiled at Neville, and worried he might drool as he wasn’t sure he had full control of his face.

“Better?” Neville asked from behind the paper.

“Mmmm.”

“Good, now go to sleep.”

“Had ‘nuff of me already?”

Neville sighed. “Harry, just go to sleep, you ponce.”

“You’re mad at me?” Harry pouted. Merlin he couldn’t stop talking, he should go to sleep.

“I’m not, I just don’t fancy listening to potion-induced ramblings.” Neville set the paper down and raised a brow at Harry

“Draco warned you.”

“He said you might have some things to get off your chest, and this may be the only way to do it.” Neville looked away.

“I’m going to sleep.” Harry mumbled feeling his boneless face heat.

Neville chuckled and went back to his tea, as Harry felt himself get sucked into a warm fuzzy sleep.

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Harry really was the worst patient. Draco was certain that Poppy was laughing her arse off knowing Draco was the one having to take care of the bastard this time around.  The years she had to nurse the two of them back to health was finally paying off, he was certain of it.  He was whiny and incoherent during the rare moments he was actually conscious.  Unconscious Harry drooled and kicked in his sleep. Draco was just about done and ready to switch off with Neville.

“Mmm,” Harry mumbled, snuggling into Draco’s side as he read Potions Monthly.

“Careful, you’ll hurt yourself.”

“Too good to me,” Harry murmured and hide his face in the space between Draco’s ribs and the mattress. “You know, I really like your toes.”

Draco smiled fondly and smoothed Harry’s hair back from his cheeks, and continued to just card his fingers through the soft black locks. It was horrifyingly domestic, sitting in his bed, playing with his boyfriends—Merlin, he had a boyfriend—hair while reading his monthly Potions rag about all the amazing things well-to-do wizards were doing in his field. 

 “Sleep, you big oaf.”

“And your nose. Your pointy little bum.”

“You’re going to earn yourself a hex in a week, I’ll start to keep score.  So far you’re at one stinging jinx.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so selfish Draco, I can’t—” and then Harry was snoring.

Draco rolled his eyes and settled back into his magazine. It was going to be a long few days taking care of this idiot. 

About an hour later, Harry woke up groaning in pain, needing his next dose of pain potion.  Draco tipped the pearlescent  liquid down Harry’s throat and waited with baited breath as the potion took effect.  It wasn’t long till Harry was bleary eyed and dazed, mumbling nonsense to Draco, mixed with love declarations and obscenities.

“When I’m all better I’m going to worship your arse, you know. Just eat it allllll day.”

“Yes, yes, Potter, and I look forward to that.” Draco chuckled.

“Oh I know you will, because I’m a god in the sack!”

Draco rolled his eyes and patted Harry’s arm. He was so ridiculous. Harry yawned and sleepily gave Draco a wet kiss on the cheek, sinking deeper under the covers

“I do, you know.  Love you, doesn’t matter what I feel for him.  I wouldn’t want him over you ever.”

“Harry, hush, it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not, because it’s worse than I thought.”

“Harry-” Draco said with a warning tone.

“It’s Neville.” Harry said, and then he was snoring again.

Draco froze. Did Harry mean? Did he know about Draco or— No, he meant it was Neville who he liked. Of course it was Neville. Neville was pretty amazing. Obviously the better choice. He felt a painful stab in his chest and he momentarily wanted to puke. He was going to lose Harry. Panic began to pull at his chest.

But, why? He knew Harry loved him. Harry wouldn’t leave him, he had said as much. What he expected to feel was jealousy about the revelation of Harry’s secret crush, but he just felt so much understanding and companionship with Harry and his emotions.  Huh. Proof he was growing as a person, Draco supposed.

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He had been distracted of course, thinking about Draco, sometimes thinking about Neville and worse thinking about Draco and Neville at the same time. In all three instances, lewd and sensual images filled his mind sometimes going as far as giving Harry a halfie in his pants. 

That’s why he didn’t see the hex heading his way, why he didn’t have time to set up a Protego and defend himself. His students were taught to constantly send theirs at him, so he can show them how a good defensive wizard must always be prepared for attack. Not always on guard but trained well enough to defend themselves at any moment. 

Draco surely would rain insults on him about his lack of attention. He’d say things like obviously he wasn’t a well-trained enough wizard and ‘how you managed to kill bloody Voldemort, is beyond me, Potter’. Honestly. Draco would be right in this instance. He really ought not have been getting so distracted. He groaned and readjusted in the infirmary bed as Poppy ran detection spells over his body, grumbling ‘Why is it, Mr Potter, that you always seem to end up here—at least once a year—since you were eleven?’

Harry wondered that himself.

“Bloody imbecile,” Draco snapped as he burst into the room. “Honestly Potter, you’d think with all your idiosyncrasies, I would be accustomed to this by now but you continue to astound me.”

Poppy snickered but continued to run her spells, muttering to herself before she began healing charms and thrust a couple potions in his hands. Harry grimaced; why there couldn’t be better tasting healing potions was beyond him. It was almost so disgusting he might have tried to heal the muggle way. Moments later, it was as if a soft fuzzy blanket had covered him head to toe making the world glow and hum around him.

“I had a lot on my mind,” Harry offered but it sounded more like a question.

Draco hummed disapprovingly and glared out the window they was beside the chair he was sitting primly in. 

“Sorry I-”

Harry was interrupted by the doors bursting open again. 

“Harry! I heard you were-” Neville stooped when he saw Draco and then smiled. “Oh, good, you're not alone! What happened this time?”

“Idiot took a Reducto to the chest,” Draco scowled at Harry. “I can’t understand why I like him sometimes.”

Neville chuckled and sat in the seat on the other side of the bed. He looked over Harry with concern and then eyed Draco with amusement.

“You’re just worried, Draco,” Neville soothed. “You’re allowed to say that you were worried.”

“Worried?” Draco scoffed. “About this one? He could take the killing curse and survive. This just means I don’t get sex for the next week while he recovers, oh and that I’ll have to take care of his moody arse.”

“Whose moody?” Harry grumbled as he watched Draco and Neville and smiled. He really cared about those two. Fuck, he was totally screwed. 

Draco dismissed Harry with a wave and turned to Poppy. ”He’s alright then?”

Poppy chuckled, “Yes, there was a bit of internal bleeding but I healed that. He will be groggy for the next couple days, lucky it’s the weekend. I would offer him to stay here under my scrutiny, but I think you can scold him for the three of us.” she grinned at Draco.

“Unfortunately, I’ve become quite used to scolding him,” Draco glared at Harry who grinned back. 

He felt really good: soft, warm and loved, knowing Draco would be taking care of him. Though he felt that amazing and cared for feeling, he also felt a distinct loss, like there was still a small hole needing to be filled. He pushed the feeling away and drifted off to sleep under the watchful eye of Draco and Neville.

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Screams, laughter and all the other regular sounds of young witches and wizards roaming the grounds of Hogwarts filled the autumn air. It was a cool crisp day, the breeze just cold enough that Draco pulled his cloak tighter around himself and cast a mild warming charm inside it. He looked up at the grey sky. It was November. Soon the snow would fall and world would be a vision in beautiful blankets of white.

Draco closed his eyes and breathed it all in. He really loved his life. He was Potions Master and Teacher of Hogwarts as well as being the head of Slytherin House. He was teaching, doing something he loved more than anything. He was also seeing the hottest bloke at Hogwarts.

“Draco!” That very bloke called his name.

Draco look down from the sky and grinned fondly at the man marching towards him. How he had managed to snag Harry Potter was beyond him. Though they had never verbally acknowledged any sort of label, Draco knew Harry was fond of him as well. Why, he had no idea. But there was an unmistakable adoration in Harry’s eyes when he looked at Draco.

“Potter, really, have you not combed that nest today?” Draco teased.

Harry scowled at Draco playfully before rubbing the back of his neck.

“Well if you’d rather I could spend my evening combing my hair instead of,” Harry paused and Draco could see a familiar twinkle in his eyes. “In your chambers.”

“Don’t be daft,” Draco waved dismissively. “That mop is a lost cause anyways. Might as well spend you time doing something more...enjoyable.”

Harry grinned and backed away giving him a cheeky look before rushing off to finish his classes for the day. Draco headed to the dungeons to do the same.

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