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BONUS POLL: It's been 100 Days since I started this blog?!

Thank you so much to everyone that's voted on any of the polls, left any comments/reblogs/likes, sent any messages/asks or just been around. I started this because I wanted to have silly BTS-themed polls in my feed and I'm so happy to see a few of you that feel the same!

Some Fun Facts and more info on how you want me to improve the blog below the cut!

FUN FACTS:

Most Voters: Spotify Wrapped (303!)

Choose-the-member highest average: Kim Namjoon (24.5%)

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As always, I'm very happy to accept feedback on how you think the blog can improve. I haven't yet missed a day but there have been plenty of other mistakes! (Although if tumblr would stop randomly posting some polls instead of leaving them scheduled when I make an edit, that would be great! The irony - it even happened with this poll two days before it needed to post.)

Here are some ideas from the last bonus poll and the responses. Do you have any other feedback? What would you prefer I prioritize? I do use this to direct the poll topics so feel free to share your opinions!

Focus on being conflict neutral (7.7%)

Focus on BTS member content (30.8%)

Focus on ARMY culture content (0%)

Focus on more fun/silly/light-hearted content (26.9%)

Focus on more serious content (0%)

Repost some of the old polls (7.7%)

All of the above (26.9%)

Thank you again for being here! It's a whole lot more fun for me when there are more people voting on the polls!

BORAHAE! 💜💜💜

quick and loose (24 hours and counting) thing i tried to finish before move-in i'm calling it here i was defeated 😔 let's see if i can finish it before classes actually start (no) featurnig partial view of my krita setup (default) god be with ye all i need to be doing last minute packing in five-odd hours and then i will not sleep for four entire months god be with y'all

[How does this blog, that hasn't existed for more than 2 weeks, have more followers than my main that's existed for nearly 6 months? /rhetorical /positive]

No matter how things have been I want to thank you all for still being here with me, whether I talk to you all or not. I appreciate you all giving me a chance and just staying with me. Your kindness and support means the world to me and this page is nothing without every single one of you, so thank you. Thank you so much for 600 followers.

Much love 💜🦋

Dear 2021, 

You weren’t a blessing obviously, not one of the best years I had but I’m grateful for everything. I wish I was more better with words but here’s what I have to say. With the year end, it marks exactly an year of me discovering Drarry community and there’s nothing i’m more thankful for. Here’s my gratitude to one of the best people I’ve met here and adore with all my heart,

My first and foremost goes to @just-ineffable-things do you know when we first met? Me either but I took the pain to go through my first masterlist and you’ve been connected to me since my 6th prompt, Pinned. Do you even know how long ago that was? Way before anyone I met in the community quite possibly. I remember waiting for you to leave comments on my prompts as soon as I used to post it and would grin like a baby when I’d finally see it. I think if it wasn’t for you supporting me, I’d had given up writing for Drarry (Ik i say that a lot but its true). I love and you’ll forever be my platonic drarry soulmate 🦋

Secondly, It goes to my dear beloved @drarrywords, you are quite possibly another best thing that happened to me this year. If it wasn’t for you proofreading even my shittiest works, I don’t know what i’d had done. So, Thank you, I absolutely love you and probably always will. 💜.

Now @thebusyfangirl and @weirdvibeskid I haven’t seen you both in a couple of days and I hope wherever you are, You know that I miss you and that I cherish you. I adore you. You’re also among the key reasons why I kept going and I hope you know that. I love both of you so much, My virtuals hugs should reach you anytime soon.

@disastercomingfaster remember me? How long has it been, 4 or 5 months I think!! I just want you to know that I still think of you and you still hold the same position in my heart that you did when I first met you. Thank you for becoming my friend.I miss you and I adore you. 

@harryandginnydeservesbetter Hi, Firstly, my hugs for you. I want you to know one thing and that is more than anything I can ever say for you, I’d scream on top of the world If I have to, I love you and I’m glad I found you. You have no idea how blessed I am to have found you, please stay with me, okay. Ily..💜

Now to some of the best people I found here who inspired me every single day @slytherinnbitch @phoebe-delia @rockingrobin69 @drarrily-we-row-along @slytherco @krystalliumm @drarryspatronus @drarryboosterclub @nv-md @l0vegl0wsinthedark @sitp-recs @ladderofyears @lou-isfake @cissa-bee@chinike @silver-de-vonne @shtworldstuff @flakeyakey @thecornerofbelu @sunflowerishdolphin @textrovert-01 @elizabethrosedarling and literally so many others. Thank you so much each and everyone of you, I know we might not be friends or anything for that matter but I adore you all with my whole heart.

Here's to a new year 🦋

Much love..x💜🦋

The much awaited final part of All Too Well.

Firstly we're sorry for taking an immensely long time to post, it wasn't supposed to happen but did 😔.

Secondly, this fiction has undeniably became a huge part of both of our lives and we had never really thought of it but we hope you all liked it all as much we liked writing it (no matter how overwhelming it became at times for us).

And lastly this is for you @drarrywords- I've said it before and I'll say it over and over again, it has been an honour working with you. This was my first ever collaboration with anyone in my entire life and there's nobody I would rather collaborate for the first time but you. What you bought out in the fiction in the million calls we did, I wouldn't ever want to do that with anyone. I loved each and every day I worked with you, even when we ditched actually talking about ideas and started talking about the most random things, I loved it. All too well isn't all too well without you and it's crazy how it was supposed to just be a 6k words prompt you wanted to write and within months time it became this crazy ass long fanfic, but I wouldn't change a thing about it, everything was worth it. So thank you, for getting along with me on this and never taking even a single criticism to your heart. I love you till Draco loves Harry and Harry loves Draco 💜🦋. Toast to one and only, my fellow writer @drarrywords

Feel free to ask us any questions about the fic or in general, we're here for you 💜

Much love..xx

All Too Well

This fic is written in collaboration by @sorry-i-ship-drarry and @drarrywords on an anon request.

Part one available here

Part two available here

Part three available here

Part Four (12K words)

warning: character death.

"You will remember memories because memories are whispers of fantasies that became real, memories are stories and a trace of the memories, shimmers within you.

In dusk, or in the light of dawn in the cities or in the semi-slumber at twilight. Memories will remain with you forever, beyond the fickle world of supernovas of stars and the slow collapse of our universes.

You will remember them because memories are whispers of fantasies that became real, memories are stories and a trace of the memories, shimmers within you.

In dusk, or in the light of dawn in the cities or in the semi-slumber at twilight. Memories will remain with you forever, beyond the fickle world of supernovas of stars and the slow collapse of our universes."

Pale, soft sunlight rustles through the clouds, raindrops on the bedroom window, dew on the leaves and soft mist in the air and there is a sweet scent of petrichor in it.

He searches for his name in his contacts and dials him. On the other end of the line, he can hear the sound of his soft breaths, “Harry?”

A tear slides down his cheek when he hears the sound of his voice, a voice he has wanted to hear in the silent nights or in the hours of dusk. But he can't string together the correct sequence of words to describe it, “You broke up with me over this?”

“I’m sorry, I thought if you heard the truth, it’ll break you.”

“But we would’ve had more time together.”

Now, there is a silence on the other side and he can hear his own heart break and soon, he might break too, “Is there a chance that you have more time?”

“Yes, yes eight days, all yours.” Draco whispers into the phone with a soft sob and it clenches at his heartstrings a bit too tight because he doesn’t want to hear him cry. Or he might cry, too.

“Major swoon.”

“Harry, where are you?”

Harry reaches out, a slight tremble to his hand and rings the doorbell.

He hears the sound of his faint footsteps through the phone and soon, the door opens and Draco stands there, his mouth caught open in a small 'o'.

He has semi-dark rings underneath his eyes, his skin has lost the soft, warm tone. He is in a maroon sweater, soft and pristine with a golden H in the centre. It's his sweater.

Harry inches closer to him and in the silence outside, he reruns the voicemail he had received.

“Hey, Harry. It's Draco, I'm sure you remember me. Or not. If I were you, I wouldn't remember me. But I'm sorry, Harry. I'm sorry I said that I don't love you. It wasn't true, none of that was true. I once said that I love you more than starlight, that we could be in other universes and in other timelines and I will love you there and in the different timelines and that was the truth. I said don't doubt that, don't believe me if I say otherwise but you did and I'm sorry for that.

But why did you believe me, Harry?

Or why did you believe me when I said that the universe where we travel to Paris, Munich and Amsterdam and fall in love over and over, a universe where we're together isn't ours? I want it to be ours, it could've been ours. But there is a reason it isn't. I don't have much time.

Harry, if we had more time together, that universe would've been ours and now, I wish it would've been ours sooner. In other universes, we're together, side by side and in one, we're not together. In one, I might be on my way to you. But in this one, I won't be here with you.

I don't want you to doubt if I love you or not, because I do. I love you more than starlight and throughout our lives, if I say otherwise, it won't be the truth. We could be in other universes, in other timelines and I would love you there and through different timelines and I want to hold on to that love.

The stars and the infinite universes will collapse before I cease to love you. I'm sorry, we could've had it all. But the universe has become too huge now and I want to hold on to you. One last time.”

He whispers, with a soft crack to his voice while tears trickle down his cheek. A small knot forms in his throat, “I'm here.”

“You heard the voicemail.” The words come out choked and in a soft whisper and his fingers tremble on his side, his phone held in his hand a bit too tight.

He holds out his hand to him and with a soft sob, his arms curl around him as he pulls Harry into a tight embrace, his face buried in his neck, “You heard it, you're here now.”

He wants to resist the desire to return it because there is much to be said but he is here now and he has wanted to be with him, to hold him for months now and he wants to do that, “Yes, yes I heard your voicemail and I'm back home, I'm back home to you.”

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The small wisps of cloud swirl in the sky, with a soft tint of tangerine and pink and the wind hums in a soft tune and with it, there is a scent of the oncoming night.

"Details, I want the details. I want the what and the when and I want the why."

“Oh, what is it? It's because of the cruciatus curse and because it was cast on me over and over for such long durations and that is fatal. The when - when I was back home from London, that is when I had the results back and I'm not sure what details you want in the why."

Oh, he wants several details in the why but he can't string the words together because there is a constriction in his throat and tears in the corners of his eyes, "Harry?"

Draco reaches up and presses his hand against his cheek. He turns his face into the curve of his palm and kisses it while tears slide down his cheeks, "Baby, what is it?"

"Isn't there a fraction of a chance that we can reverse this? Isn't there a cure we can find? Or a charm or a new potion or -"

"Harry, baby," He places a finger underneath his chin and tilts his head up towards him with the softest smile and tears in his own eyes, "we can't reverse this and now, there is no more time - eight days, not more and I want to be with you."

"But why did you do that?" Harry turns his head and the tip of his nose brushes his cheek, "you said you didn't love me and you broke both our hearts when you could've been honest and we would've had more time together."

Draco reaches out and interlaces their fingers together, "Because I couldn't do that to you, I couldn't break your heart with the truth. But I could break it with lies. Question is, why did you believe them, Harry?"

"Oh, no, not once did I believe your lies or doubt your love, or that you love me more than starlight because love isn't words, Draco. It's more than that."

"If it's not words, what is it?"

"Oh, love is a secret language between two hearts, a language without words. You can hear the whisper of love in the silence. You've heard mine and I've heard yours."

Draco rests his forehead on his shoulder, his fingers curl into his shirt and tighten when he whispers, "Yes, love might be a language but words are beautiful, Harry and I want you to hear that I love you, I love you, I love you."

"Draco." He brushes their lips together, light and soft but it sends a faint shiver down his spine. He wants to return that with an I love you of his own but he becomes wordless. He wants to build a universe, one where there would be more time, where there would be cities and secret destinations where he can fall in love with Draco over and over. A universe where he comes back home to him.

“I hear you,” Draco whispers as he clinks their foreheads together, his hands tentative against his chest, "Stay with me?"

“Until the end.”

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“I read about prisms and the physics of it.” Draco whispers into the soft silence of the night, his head tilted up at the night sky. The moon casts a faint, yet desolate light in the sky, clouds drifting like veils across it. Flecks of stars dot the lilac-grey sky.

“Mhm, what did you find out?”

“The basics of it, that when light passes through a prism, it forms a spectrum of seven colours and I thought more on that and I thought that water droplets are the small prisms in the sky and when sunlight passes through the infinite water droplets, it forms a rainbow in the sky,”

“Yes, the more scientific term for that is the dispersion of light.”

Draco breathes out a soft breath and it forms a cloud of air in front of him, “Sure, but isn’t it brilliant that those small droplets and the sunlight together can result in such a beautiful phenomenon?”

Harry intertwines their fingers together, “Mhm, now to break that down into a more non-metaphorical sentence, the smallest reasons can light you up and colour your world?”

“No, that is a shit logic because none of that is true and if you believe that, it’s tragic.”

Harry inches closer to him, his mouth close to Draco’s ear and whispers, “Oh, but is it tragic that you’re all of those small but infinite reasons for me?”

A faint shade of red tints Draco’s cheeks.

“Oh, now don’t flatter me and hear me out - the water droplets are small pieces of you, of your heart and soul and the sunlight is the one you love and when you’re with them, light falls on those small pieces and that colours your skies in those seven vibrant shades.”

Harry hums, “Yeah, that is more beautiful logic than mine and by the said logic of yours, you are the light that falls over the prism of my heart and soul and your light colours my skies in those vibrant shades.”

A beautiful, remarkable light fills his silver eyes and there, that light falls over his heart and soul and colours his skies in more colours than the seven vibrant ones. He is the music within him, beautiful like the rustle of light between leaves, a tune of his heart, soft like the song of the stars and a stanza of his favourite poem, the one that he holds within his heart, “Is that so?”

Harry places a small kiss on his cheekbone, “Yes but because I’m sort of curious, do I happen to be the light that falls over the prism of your heart and soul? Is it mutual? It better be mutual or I will be heartbroken.”

It elicits a soft laugh out of Draco.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”

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“Do you remember our date?” Draco whispers that night while he reads out poems from a book with his head on his chest, the book between them. The soft timbre, the cadence of his voice when he reads poems - it's beautiful.

“Baby, we've had a thousand dates over the years, which one?”

“Our second date, you were such a charmer.”

Harry brushes a light feather light kiss over his cheekbone, "Yes, I remember that date."

"Remember when you decided to change the crosswalk symbol lights for me and I said that it was romantic?"

"Yes, I remember that I said I would move mountains for you in the name of romance."

Draco inches closer to him and their lips brush together when he whispers, "I would do the same for you - move mountains in the name of romance."

"Oh, would you, now?"

"You shouldn't doubt that, I would change the crosswalk symbol light for you."

"No, you won't, that isn't your style of romance, it's mine."

"I would rewrite the name of our favorite stars and change it to your name instead?"

The corners of his mouth curve into a soft smile, "Now, that is more your style of romance, love."

But by now, his mind traces back to that summer night with clear skies and a thousand stars - the night of the second date.

A sweet scent in the night air, ice cream parlours around every corner, even the french windows wide open, the rhyme of psithurism so vivid in the heat haze. Summertime is a beautiful dream, it's the brush of the warm air on your skin, clear skies and the soft flow of rivers.

On this summer night, he is outside his office with a date in mind.

Harry breathes out a slow, trembling breath while he checks the time in his wristwatch. It reads 9:52:02 PM. Now, with eight more minutes to spare, he dials him. It rings five times before Draco is on the other end of the line, “Harry?”

“Hey, I assume you’re still in the office by yourself with a stack of paperwork on your desk that you don’t want to do or care about, for that matter?”

“Yeah, it’s rather unfortunate.”

“Not that I want to bother you but do you have moments to spare for a call?”

He hears a soft rustle of the said paperwork and the click of his pen, “Well actually, the break starts in four minutes or so -you know, never mind, work can wait for once - yes, yes I have a few moments”

“So, how much time do you have?”

“Oh, eight minutes, all yours.”

Harry can’t resist a small smile of his own here because that might’ve not been intentional but it endears him, “Major swoon, it’s romantic of you to sacrifice your work hours for a call.”

“Harry, I will block your number.”

“Will you, now?”

“I - no, yes, what the fuck, Harry?”

It elicits a soft chuckle out of him, “Now that we’ve established you won’t block me, what plans do you have for dinner? Same old black coffee and chicken salad?”

“Harry, you make it sound so dull but if you must know, I’m heading out for burgers and chips, there is a small burger joint on the corner of the street and I’ve heard that it’s the best burger in the city - what are your plans?”

Shit, that he hadn’t thought of but right off the top of his head, he says, “Oh, I - chicken pasta with wine and dessert and a movie but I’m waiting for someone to show up, he isn’t here yet.”

“You - wait, you have a date?” His voice is light, clipped and superficial, a tone that was all too familiar to him and now, he has to resist the incessant desire to laugh here because if he does, it’ll ruin the surprise and you can’t blame him for this, not when Draco rescheduled four dates.

“Mhm, yes I do.”

“He isn’t there yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Well, it’s not good etiquette if you have to wait for him.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons”

Draco remains silent for a moment but Harry can hear the sound of faint footsteps, “Well, are you afraid he stood you up?”

“Not really. I know he’ll show up.”

“Oh, how are you so sure?”

The door in front of him opens and there he is, in front of Harry. Small strands of blond hair fall over his forehead and one rests over his right eye. It trembles in the faint wind. His steps falter while the door closes behind him with a soft thud, “Because, he’s here.”

“Oh I bet, I bet.” He whispers that into the phone before he ends the call and slips it back in and inches closer to him, the corners of his mouth curving into the softest smile. It's contagious.

“Can I take you out on a date?”

“Yes, but remember, no more than eight minutes, Harry.”

“Good, ‘cause those eight minutes are all I need.”

Not that he wants to oversell himself here because most of his spontaneous plans turn out to be delightful or turn into one of the worst case scenarios one couldn't have thought of and the only worst case scenario here would be rain in summer. Or a meteor crash.

“You’re sure that 8 minutes will be enough?"

"Yes, I’m sure.”

The time in his watch now is 9:58:00.

Harry holds out an arm to him and a subtle smile graces his face while he curls his fingers around his arm with a tight but gentle grip, "Our date starts soon, we should rush."

He rushes to the curb but the crosswalk lights show a red hand and he must've done the calculations wrong because it shouldn't show that and because he has no patience, he casts a charm on it to cross the street and it's not his proudest moment because he is 99 per-cent sure that isn't legal and his defence might not hold well in court but is on a clock here.

"Romantic of you to change the crosswalk light symbol for me."

"Oh, I'll move mountains for you in the name of romance.”

It elicits a soft chuckle out of Draco.

The two of them cross the intersection to the other side of the curb and towards one of the buildings on that street, in a row of the same worn-out, red-brick ones, "Wait, why here?"

"Not here but the rooftop and I would reveal the specifics of ‘why’ if we had more time here but we're in a rush, I said it would be an eight minute date and there is a staircase involved, too."

“Oh, well that is fair.”

With that, the two of them reach to the rooftop through the stairs with a soft, light-hearted flirt-fest between them and outside, on that rooftop, the soft summer breeze brushes over their skin and the clear skies hold several stars. It’s 10:00:00 and the next few minutes are now theirs.

The rooftop was fairly decorated with golden-silver fairy lights and the light shaded parasol.

On the floor, there is an array of pillows, blankets and sheets and there is a radio on one corner and a slow music drifts there, a song that he hasn’t heard before but the instrumentals are soft and light-hearted.

“Harry, it’s beautiful out here.”

“Yes, but this isn’t the main reason we’re here, I have a surprise for you.” Harry rushed towards the entrance of the door and picked up the flower crowns in his hands and walked back to Draco.

“A flower crown?”

“Bouquets are overrated, I would do that but I’m sure you find this much better.”

Draco smiles that beautiful, brilliant smile of his and leanes down nonetheless so Harry can place the crown over his head. “Yeah, there, you look pretty.”

“So do you.”

Harry takes Draco by his arm towards the sheets on the floor and settles down there with him and with that, he whistles into the silence there, slow and soft, “Wait, was that a whistle?”

“Wait for it.”

A small bark sounds at a distance and three puppies run towards him as if they were in a mini race of their own with a metaphorical line to cross. But while the other two slow down and halt there, Louie races towards him instead and stumbles over the blanket and falls in front of him.

“Draco, this is Louie and we call him Lou.”

Draco holds out his palm to Louie, who wags his tail and places a paw in his hand and the softest smile, softer than the feather crosses his lips and his eyes light up, too and there, their eyes meet once more, “You remembered.”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

One night, over a call and in a silent moment, he had mentioned that he wanted puppies in his house, too and that it was tragic that he didn’t have one,“Because I thought I was subtle, I thought you wouldn’t remember.”

But he did because he had committed it to memory in the nights filled with endless chatter, texts and bright screens. Or when the morning sun would soothe him out of slumber and when his eyes would focus on the texts of the night before when his phone would light up with one more text, “But I do.”

“Now, you have not one but three puppies here but since we’re on a clock, you have six and half minutes with them and I want to introduce you to the other two since our Louie here introduced himself.”

“Oh, but he is a delight.”

Harry holds one of the other puppies that stumbles towards him and strokes her red, silky coat while she reaches for his fingers to chew on them, no doubt, but in vain. Instead, he reaches out for a box on one side and removes a ball for her to chew on, “Now, this is Artemis, she is like the baby of the trio.”

Draco scratches the back of her ear but she is too invested in her own tactics here and Archie is more interested in the treats in the box because he is on a mission to open it with his small paws and whatever strength he has in him, “Question, which one of the two is you?”

“Oh, not you, too.”

Draco kisses the top of Louie’s head before he stumbles out of his reach and runs towards Archie to open that box of treats with him, “Sue me if I’m incorrect here, but in this mini-trio, Louie is you.”

“Oh, is that why you have a sudden obsession with him?”

“Why, yes that is the reason but he has a sudden obsession with me, too.”

A delicate shade of crimson blossoms across his cheeks.

“I must mention this, Artemis and you are similar, you’re both such babies.” Harry tells Draco and in response he receives a mock-gasp in return.

“Well and I must mention that Bella would not be too thrilled now that you’re with them.”

“Oh well, when has Bella ever been fond of me? Not that it matters all that much but she is more fond of you than me and it shouldn’t be that way, I deserve more love from her.”

“I’m more lovable than you.”

The next two minutes dissolve in soft laughs, light banter and the sound of music echoing there and the sounds of the moving city more distant. The tilt of his smile, the crinkles by the corners of his silver eyes, or the soft sound of his laugh while Louie troubles him with Archie and Artemis. It’s more beautiful than the night itself. “Now, the moment of truth - this was the best, thank you.”

“Wait, who said there isn’t one more surprise left?” On his side, he texts a ‘now’ in all caps to one of his friends and right on cue the fireworks went off in the distance, a magnificent sight, the vivid red, orange, purple and green colours on the canvas of the night sky that shatters into a thousand sparks.

Draco interlaces their fingers together once more, his voice breathless as he whispers his name. A slight touch of those lights catches in his silver eyes, glimmering with awe and his smile ever so contagious.

Harry strokes Artemis’ silky coat with a slight smile of his own as he watches the mini-trio side by side, together, their eyes on the fireworks, curious and fascinated by the vibrant lights in the sky.

One final, brilliant flash of light went up in the sky and broke into sparks and with that it’s over.

“Harry, that was beautiful,”

“No, it wasn’t as beautiful as you are.” A brilliant shade of crimson colours his cheeks and for that, he places a kiss on his cheeks, shy and tentative, which turns it into a much brighter shade.

Harry checks his wrist watch once more and tilts his head towards the beautiful view of the skyline and he wants to stay here, he wants the clocks to cease for one night and be here until the darkness clears and the sun rises filling the sky with shades of hazel, golden and red but he knew he can’t, so, he enjoys the last one minute he have with Draco under the lights of hundreds silver stars that float overhead.

“The night will be over soon, we’re out of time.”

Now, with that the two of them return back there, a soft silence between them and their fingers interlaced and once they reach the destination, they stay there with no more than thirty seconds left for the night to be over, “It was a beautiful night, thank you.”

“Is there a chance that I might’ve earned a goodnight kiss?”

Draco inches closer and brushes their lips together in a light manner — and still that light touch sends shivers through his spine and his body trembles in the slightest, “Goodnight, Harry.”

When the 30 seconds were over, he went back in with the flower crown and a slight smile of his own.

It’s a beautiful summer night.

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A beautiful amethyst-purple tint invades the late night summer skies, with the soft lights of a thousand stars and a crescent moon. The wind brushes over their skin, warm and tender.

"I read a myth that the wishes on the lanterns we release in the sky are caught by the stars and that our wishes remain there but as soon as the wishes are fulfilled, the stars fall."

Draco lights the fuel source of the lantern when he does, he traces his fingertips over the wish he had written on it in his elegant cursive.

He wants to hear more of that.

Because it's beautiful that he has read the myths, stories, ancient legends or that he has his own theories.

Harry reads it once and he wishes that the stars catch the wish, one that was decided together, and that it falls when it becomes true, "Oh, but we wish on the falling stars too, don't we?"

"True, but it's said that when a star falls, it carries one last wish with it."

He tilts his head with a soft hum while the two of them hold the lantern at the bottom, around the structural ring, "If that is true, a star better hold catch our wish."

He sends him a slight smile, his eyes softer around the corners while he whispers, "It will."

Together, they release the lantern into the air and it's beautiful, warm light is vibrant while it ascends in the night sky, "Beautiful, isn't it?"

Harry reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers over his cheek, "Yes, it's beautiful."

Draco kisses his fingertips, a feather light brush of his lips and it sends shivers down his spine, "I want you to have it back."

"You want me to have what back?"

"Turn around and close your eyes." He whispers into the silence, his voice soft and a touch hesitant with a slight tremble to it.

He tilts his head at the sky, towards the lantern that is much smaller now and with a soft hum, he turns around and closes his eyes.

A cold metal touches his skin, over his chest and his fingers reach towards it. A single tear trickles down his cheek while he holds it close.

It's the moonstone ring.

Draco's warm breath brushes over his neck while he clasps the chain there, "You once said that your heart will be with me. Mine will be with you, too. Always. It's yours. All of it."

He places his fingers over Draco’s wrist so tightly that he can feel the throb of his pulse against his fingers, the press of his skin against Draco’s veins, "All of it?"

"All of it."

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The flames of the fireplace dance through the amber liquid of the glass in his hand, the hearth fire has now burnt down to embers and it casts a soft, warm light over the room.

The sound of the movie is drowned out by the soft laughs and the lighthearted banter in the room but there was a weight over their hearts.

"Question for you now - when and where did you first realise that you were in love with Harry?" It's delivered by Narcissa with a slight amusement in her voice and a subtle smirk that she has whenever she has one of her wins.

A faint shade of red tints his cheeks and he hides his eyes behind his cards. It might take a while before he caves in, "No, no, no."

Lucius scrunches his nose, "What do you mean no? You decided to call her bluff and you didn't win, rules state that she can ask you whatever she wants to and you must answer."

Harry whistles, unable to hide his own amusement here because it's the highlight of his week, "Oh, how the tables have turned."

"Harry, don't encourage them more."

"Oh, no, I want to find out when it is that you first thought you were in love with me, I have to encourage this."

Harry receives a high-five from the both of them for that, "Oh, you're outnumbered, love."

"Oh, fine. It was 24th May, 2004, he wrote a poem for me and sent it with blue orchids, a picture of four puppies and a small note that said: because work was a magnificent headache for you and since you have to stay overtime, here is a poem for you but don't you dare trouble me over its quality, it's the first poem I've written."

Oh, shit - not that story.

"Oh, no, wait, do not continue that story." It wasn't the smartest tactic because now, by the reaction he had, he will have to hear it and Draco is more interested in it now than he was.

"No, no, now I must continue the story if it embarasses you, shouldn't I? Besides, I'm outnumbered and rules are rules."

"Oh, now rules are rules?"It is now his turn to hide behind his cards or wish for the floor to open up and swallow him. Or be six feet under.

Draco reaches out and interlaces their fingers together, "Yes, but I want to continue it because out of all the stories that you and I have, it's the best one, isn't it?"

Lucius whistles, "If it embarasses the chosen one, it is the best story you can offer and you can print it out, it'll be on the front page."

Narcissa delivers a light punch on his arm,"Lucius, I love you but I swear, you have no sense whatsoever, why must you intrude on their moment?"

"I'm offended that you said I have no sense."

"Yeah, full offence intended there."

The banter fades into the background when his eyes are caught in the silver ones and he can hear him recall 24th May, 2004.

Draco holds the folded piece of paper in his hand with a slight smile while he reads the poem over and over and his heart softly stutters in his chest. It's the words he wants to commit to memory because it's beautiful, because the words are for him.

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"If I could have one wish,

It would be to stay with you on rooftops and watch the skies,

Or when there is a brighter light,

Skies that will hold colours but none of them will be as beautiful as the ones in your eyes.

when the skies are tinted with the soft colours of hazel, golden and red,

there will be several words between us in the light of dusk, left unsaid.

Because we have our own language,

one that is silence and not the twenty six letters,

It writes itself between us, in the soft wind of the summers.

Know that I'll have made a wish for time to cease, but if it doesn't, we'll meet where the falling star lives.

On that night, when there are shooting stars in the sky,

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"You wrote a poem for me?"

"Yes but the poem is cliche and the absolute worst, isn't it?" Harry says on the other side and the sound of his voice is a medicine and it's a voice that he can hear for hours.

"Quite the opposite, it's romantic and the absolute best poem I've read in years and the best gift I could've received." Draco reassures with the paper in his hand, the words right before him.

"Now, that isn't true."

"Oh, but it is and you should consider a career in it because this deserves an A+ and you've definitely earned yourself one more date and a kiss."

He can hear the trace of a smile in his voice when he says, "Oh, have I now?"

"I'm sorry I had to reschedule our movie night, I did want to watch Titanic with you and cry whilst I was at it and hear you call me a crybaby."

"No, don't be sorry, it's no trouble, you had to work overtime, it isn't your fault but yes, it's true, you are most definitely a crybaby."

He hears a soft bark on the other side of the line, a loud crash with it and more barks and that elicits a variation of curses out of Harry. "Trouble at work?"

Draco can sense that he is in a rush on the other side by the sound of his faint footsteps through the phone, "Yes, I'm sorry but raincheck?"

A weight settles over him and the tone of his voice changes in the slightest, "It's no trouble, you can call me whenever you want to."

"Will do, I love you."

But time ceases there and he can hear the soft tick of his watch, a small, small knot in his throat because it's the first time he has said that to him.

The words turn in his mind over and over and soon, in his own sky, the stars align to create a new, beautiful constellation and that sky holds more light than it has in years.

'I love you.'

Draco is out of his train of thought when his cell lights up and vibrates with a new text and it's from him: I recall that I said I love you but that wasn't me, that was Louie.

"Oh, was it, now?"

Wait, no, that is the worst excuse in the history of worst excuses, I'm sorry?

Because he is shallow and wants to trouble him, he leaves it there, on read, and right on cue, there are two frantic texts from Harry: Draco???

The second one elicits a laugh out of him with a trace of fondness in it and that is where he realises it: Don't break up with me otherwise I'll cry.

'I love you, I love you, I love you.'

Because why wouldn't he?

He receives one more text: Nevermind, I'm not sorry I said that because I do love you.

He wants to send him a text, write 'I love you' back to him but no combination of twenty six letters can capture a sliver of it. Not here.

Instead, that night, at 12:00 AM, he sends Harry a poem of his own with a blue box and in it, is a small badge that is familiar to the both of them and it says: "I love you, you stubborn pain in the ass."

Soon, his screen lights up with one more text from him: A stubborn pain in the ass?

Well, you are, aren't you?

"Oh, the beloved chosen one embarasses himself way too often, doesn't he?" Lucius had that slight, self-satisfied smirk on and it's worse now that he has heard that story.

Harry sets three cards down on the table, facedown when the new round starts with the aces, "Three aces and says you. You were once lost on the bus to the shops."

"Now, that was one time."

Bella races back towards Draco when she is done with the chase of her own shadow in the corner of the room and he lights up in the slightest, "Oh, what did you find in your shadow hunt, love?"

She meows, reaches out for his hand and holds her tongue out. He scratches the back of her ear and says, "Who's our lil' baby?"

It's true, if he could have one wish, it would be to stay here with him, "Harry?"

He turns back towards Narcissa and brushes off the tears on his cheeks but there are tears in her eyes too, "Yeah?"

"When did you first realise that you were in love with him?"

Harry tilts his head towards Draco and he is caught in the faint light in his eyes like a thousand fireflies, the crinkles by the corners.

Tousled hair, moonlight pale skin, and beautiful eyes. He is caught off guard by the way the light of the room reflects over his cheekbones and the bridge of his nose. Caught off guard in a way that he often was, simply by how beautiful he is, “Oh, there was never a moment that I wasn’t."

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The light of the sun cascades into the kitchen, wafting through the window and dust modes float, suspended, in the room. Soft music sounds through the radio in the silence with the occasional sizzle of bacon.

Arms wrap around his torso and one hand slides to his chest with a feather-light kiss on his shoulder, his voice hoarse when he whispers, "Good morning, Harry."

Harry turns towards him with a slight smile, his back on the counter and hands around his waist, "Because it's not 10:00 AM you're not irritable today, I must pose a question - who are you and where is Draco?"

"I'm not that irritable in the morning."

"No, you're worse."

Draco places a kiss on his cheek, his eyes softer around the corners, "I had a dream."

"Is that dream the reason you're in such a brilliant mood?"

Draco's lips brush over his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings and his heart stutters in his chest, "Yes, that might be it because it was a beautiful one."

"Mm, what was it about?"

Draco trails his fingers down his arms to his own hand and he interlaces their fingers together, "I want to show it to you with charm through which you and I can relieve that dream together."

"Wait, I'm in it?"

He brushes a strand of hair out of his face with a soft smile of his own, the one reserved for him, "No, you're it."

"Now, I want you to show it to me because you've become such a romantic."

"No, I'm more romantic than you are."

"Baby, you won't win."

Draco inches closer to him and their lips brush together when he whispers, “Sure, but because I come home to roses, the dirtiest notes on post-its, kisses on the forehead and date nights. Or slow dances in the kitchen but I might win because I'm more romantic than you. True story."

"Sure, you might because you burn our dinner on accident, gift me a self-annotated book of poems, visit new cities with me on weekends, or because you lose in scrabble or chess on purpose when I distract you with kisses but you're not because I'm the romantic one between you and me"

"We can have this debate over breakfast but now, I have to show you that dream."

"Wait for five more minutes or our breakfast will burn."

"Breakfast can wait."

"No, it can't."

Draco widens his eyes, raises his eyebrows and sticks his bottom lip out, while tilting his head a little downward for more persuasion and it works like a charm because it crumbles the weak defense that he has around his heart, "Oh, fuck you."

"Now, can I show you it?"

"Would it matter if I said not now?"

"No, it wouldn't because I have several methods of persuasion and you'll have no choice but to relive it with me, now can't your breakfast wait?"

Not that he doesn't want to relive it, it's that the breakfast might burn. But because it's him, it can wait or burn for that matter, "Sure, it can wait but if the breakfast burns, it's on you and you're on breakfast duties for the rest of the week."

"Spare yourself and don't do that, I burn our breakfast more often than not - seventeen times, to be precise."

"No, it was eighteen, did you count the treacle tarts?"

"Oh, yes it was eighteen."

"Yes, it was but now, show me that dream of yours." He said with an endeared undertone and a small, soft kiss on his forehead.

Draco interlaces both their hands together and whispers a charm and a soft string of light binds them together. A white light swirls in the room and soon, he is in a fragment of his mind, the one with dreams.

Soft music sounds from the radio, a slow, beautiful tone.

On the refrigerator, there were post-its with small, scribbled notes and there are photo-frames on one of the walls - one from the vacation to Paris, India, Australia and other countries. Cities, towns and beautiful villages and more.

Harry pours the hot cocoa into a black ceramic cup with and sifts a dash of cocoa powder over mini-marshmallows and casts a charm on it, for it to remain warm.

The door opens with a small whistle of the wind and there is a soft hum in the distance, the tune of the song on the radio. It closes with a small thud. The sound of his footsteps echoes behind him, "Is that for me?"

The sound of his voice causes warmth to course through him and settle in a soft, delicate pattern around his heart, "You wish."

Draco inches closer to him and brushes their noses together, "But work was a magnificent headache today, I want hot cocoa, too."

"No, this one isn't yours or mine. It's hers and if you want it, it will be troublesome for you because she is stubborn and I'm on her side."

"But I'm your husband."

"Sure but no."

In a distance, he hears her faint footsteps and she rushes into the kitchen, towards Draco and he crouches down to catch her and spins her around once, pure adoration in his eyes, "Hey, munchkin."

"You're back home, you're back home, you're back home."

"Yes, yes, I'm back home but, I want a favour from you, will you be a sweetheart and do that for me?" He places her down on the counter, his hands on her side.

"Sure, I can do that for you." Lili tilts her head towards him to be sure of that deal but because he is shallow, he has turned her on his side and he directs a firm 'no' in a subtle manner, "But I'll hear you out first."

"Mhm, your dad has turned you to his side."

"He hasn't, you were the one who said that we should hear a deal first."

Oh, she is a smart one.

"You're five, since when did you become that smart, munchkin?" Draco is much too endeared by her now and it's beautiful to be here for that, for that light in his eyes and the slight tilt of the corners of his mouth, for the love he holds for her in his heart.

"Now, there is a warm cup of hot cocoa here for you but because work was a magnificent headache, can I have it instead?"

"But what will I have in return for that?"

"I will tell you a secret, but you have to promise me that it remains between us."

"A secret?"

"Yes."

She tilts her head towards the cup of hot cocoa and towards him and back towards Draco, "It's yours, I want to hear a secret."

"It's a deal, munchkin but you promise it stays between us?" He holds out a pinkie finger to her and she entwines her own pinkie with his to signify that promise.

He covers her ear with his hand and whispers purposefully loud to her, "I have a crush on your dad."

"On dad?" She whispers with a soft laugh, far too amused with that secret and with that, she crawls over to Harry on the counter and she raises her arms for him to hold her. So he does.

“Dad, father said he has a crush on you.”

“Oh, did he, now?”

A light catches in in soft, silver eyes.

He is the music within him, beautiful like the rustle of light between leaves, a tune of his heart, soft like the song of the stars and a stanza of his favourite poem, the one that he holds within his heart.

"Now, you can't reveal this secret, you have to promise me that you won’t, but I have a crush on your father, too." He whispers to her, loud for him to hear it.

It elicits one more laugh out of her and she tilts her head towards him, “Dad has a crush on you, too.”

“Oh, does he, now?” Draco sends a soft smile towards him with a hint of a smirk in it.

“You can't have the hot cocoa now because I broke your promise and now, I have your secret with me and hot cocoa too.”

"You’re such a traitor.”

“I’m not a traitor.”

“Yes, you are.”

She sticks out her tongue, stumbles out his hold and on the counter towards the cup of hot cocoa, “Lili, you'll burn your tongue - why don't you stay in your room and I'll be right there with your hot cocoa.”

"But what if he drinks it?"

"Oh, he wouldn't dare."

She reaches out to him once more and he twirls her once before she runs back to her room, "No hot cocoa for me now?"

"You wouldn't dare to touch hers now, would you?"

"No, I wouldn't but our daughter is a traitor, she revealed a secret to you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, what secret?"

Draco catches his fingers, places a hand on his waist and pushes him back and pins him on the wall, "Oh, that I have a crush on you."

"But you do, don't you?"

He tightens his hand on his waist and a breath is caught in his throat, "Why, yes I do and I hear you have a crush on me, too."

Harry twists the positions and now, Draco is on the wall. He trails his fingers over the soft fabric of his shirt, over his arms and down to his hands. He interlaces their fingers together, pins his arms above his head, "Oh, yes I might but what will you do about it, baby?"

But soon, he hears Lili's voice from her own bedroom.

“Dad, it’s time for hot cocoa and bedtime stories, where are you?”

Draco rests his head on his shoulder and laughs into the soft fabric of his blue sweater, a faint laugh and warmth surges through him, “It’s hot cocoa and bedtime stories hour, not pin your husband on the wall hour.”

“But when is that hour?”

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?”

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“I'll always love you.”

"Always?" A beautiful light catches in his silver eyes and it softens around the corners.

Harry trails his fingers closer to Draco's heart and whispers, “I'll love you in the snow, in the rain, autumn and winter. I'll love you in all seasons. I'll love you on the moon or on other planets, too. I'll love you in our universe or in other universes, in our timeline and in other timelines because there is no version of this where I don't love you. Always, I'll love you.”

“Always, I'll love you, too.”

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“The stream had washed away all regret for her lover, and she saw now that he had been cruel and faithless, and that -”

Harry halts outside the room and leans on the doorframe with his arms crossed and he hears the sound of his voice while he reads to Rose, the fountain of fair fortune. He has the book between them, one arm behind her.

The light of the bedside table lamp caught in his silver eyes, over his skin and the scars on his arm. He has that trace of a smile which is all the more beautiful.

But it reminds him that there isn't more time and a crack slices it’s way into his heart because he won’t have this. The illusions, the flight of fancy of a forever that he wants is broken here and he can’t save it. But he can be here now because it’s the last time.

He doesn't want to hear the sound of heartbreak.

But his heart is stained with sadness and it taints his cheeks with tears. He has to hold it together but he can't because soon, none of this will be here. He won't hear him read stories to Rose. Or to him when he has nightmares, “Read me one more.”

“Sure but do you want me to read one from here or do you want to hear a new one?”

“A new one.”

“Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess, her name was Rose and she went to bed - the end.”

“No, that isn't a story.”

“Yes it is, you're princess and you went to bed, that is the story and it's your favourite one, isn't it?”

“No, it’s not, I want to hear one more story.” Rose says and holds out the storybook to him for one more story before bedtime and now, that is his cue to intrude and conclude the bedtime story fest here because Draco can’t refuse. Not when it’s Rose.

“You can hear more tomorrow, love - it's 11:00, well past your bedtime, yeah?” Harry says and heads towards the bed and beside Draco while he smoothes her hair back and kisses her forehead and he hears him whisper ‘I love you’ to her one last time.

“But I love you the mostest.”

“Oh, do you now?”

Harry turns out the lamp and holds out his hand to Draco and he interlaces their fingers together with a hint of a smile, ``Nighty night, sweetheart.”

The door closes behind them with a soft thud and with that, the two of them walk to their bedroom, past the photo frames on the wall - one of Bella, from the mini-vacations out of town, the one from Tokyo, and the more recent ones. More memories.

Once the door closes, Draco catches his belt loops to hold him close and brushes his lips over the scar on his forehead and it causes a smile to settle over him, one that hasn’t been there since four days or more, “You remember our dance on the beach on one of our anniversaries?”

“Oh, why wouldn’t I when you said I’m the worst dancer?”

Draco brushes a strand of hair out of his eye, “I don’t believe those were the actual words but yes, you’re the worst dancer but if it’s a consolation, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

“No, those were the actual words.”

“I’m not that rude, don’t be such a bitch to me.”

“But you are that rude.”

Harry rests his head over his chest, over the soft fabric of his sweater, to hear the sound of his heartbeat. Draco places a hand on the small of his back to hold him there and bends down to whisper into his ear, “Not to you. Never to you because I’m soft for you.”

“Oh, is that so?”

“Yes but it’s true, you can’t dance.”

Harry raises a hand to Draco's face, a slight tremble to his fingers and traces his thumb across his cheekbone and it might be love that is stuck there in his throat or the rambling passion he has for him that he couldn't form words, “No, but you’ll teach, won’t you?”

Draco places a single finger under his chin, tilts his head up to kiss him, soft and slow, and the constriction in his throat flows out like a tidal wave, “Sure, if you insist but remember it this time, yeah?”

He has to remember because it’s his last dance with him and to dance together amid the light in the bedroom, amid the soft tune in mind, one of love and heartache. One last time, "I'll remember."

Draco interlaces their fingers together once more and twirls him round once and his hand trails down to his waist in a firm, yet gentle grip, "Now, I've said it before, you dance in the beats of four - one, two, three, four," He demonstrates while he dances to a tune in his own head, one that is familiar to him, "It's a box."

"Sure but I've said it before, it's not a box, it's more than that."

Draco brushes a kiss on his cheekbone, "Don't be such a baby, it's not more than that and it's a slow dance, it's not that hard."

“No, it’s hard but why would you relate when you're such a brilliant dancer?”

“Oh, it's all natural talent.”

“I bet, I bet.”

He dances with him in the bedroom to the soft hum of a tune in his ear, one that he had invented himself, with a tandem of his own accord and there, in the moment of closeness, their hearts beat in a sync and soon, as their hearts follow each other's lead, they beat as one and with them, their hearts dance too, “You're much better now.”

Harry whistles, “Oh, the pure bliss to hear the words I thought I would never hear - such a surprise.”

“Yeah, I'm full of surprises.”

“No shit.”

"Do you remember the nights we would dance on the duvet or on top of the table to my chemical romance on the nights we were drunk out of our mind?"

Draco rests his head on his shoulder while he dances that silent tune, a weight over his heart, "Oh, yeah you would sing the wrong lyrics but with full confidence."

Draco is silent for a heartbeat before he whispers, "But now you have to sing the wrong lyrics all by yourself."

"It won't be the same though."

"No, no it wouldn't but there won't be more of you and I now, would there?"

The words tilt his world and the weight on his heart intensifies and increases until it covers every inch of him, inside and out.

"You remember when you once said that Astronomers have heard a song in the cosmos and it's said that it's a tune of the stars that went out, that it sends out a wavering note which is a ghost of it's song?"

“Yes, I remember.”

“I believe that our love will remain here when you and I won't. A ghost of the love we had will stay behind and dance on the duvet or the table to a tune of it's own and it might be the one you and I dance to.”

“A ghost of our lost love?”

“Yes, because lost love is still love but it's not the same. It's said that when one of our senses weaken, the other heightens and here, when your presence weakens, our memories will heighten and I'll hold it, I'll love it and I'll dance with it.”

“Harry, if tonight is the last time we'll be together, stay close to me.”

“I will.”

Draco reaches up to kiss him and his eyelids close. It's soft, slow and tentative but he is one with galaxies in his mind, the sun and the moon in his heart and stars in his eyes and when he kisses him, it's like the tender touch of the infinite universe itself.

But a soft shatter sounds in the room and all of a sudden, he hears a soft sob, “No, no, no.”

It's the watch.

Draco reaches out for the watch and holds it in his hand. He traces his thumb over the inscription on the back once and turns it over. The watch has cracks on it, on the crystal case outside. He closes his fingers around it and whispers, “It's broken.”

Harry crouches down in front of him, a breath caught in his throat and his hand trembles when he reaches out to touch his arm, “Draco, no, we can cast a charm on it and it'll be the same as it was before and -”

“No, no, it's broken.”

It's broken.

Harry weaves their fingers together and rests their hands over his thigh and in the silence of the night, he realises that it's not only the watch that is broken.

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Together, the two of them are buried under the pile of blankets, his face in the crook of Draco's neck, his breaths much softer now. Draco cards his fingers through his soft curls, combing the knots, brushes a kiss to his ear and whispers, “I love you.”

Harry can't remember when it had turned into this. Into this mundane, soft confessions in the silent moments but he has heard that over and over because he wants to reimburse for the time he hadn't said it.

But it's because he had once said otherwise and he thought that Harry had believed him. He hadn't. Because not once had he doubted the love that Draco held for him. Not once.

“I want to be where you will be,” Harry whispers while he places a kiss to his collarbone, “Home is where you are, I want to be with you, wherever you are.”

One of Draco's hands slides down the length of his spine and to the small of his back and he rubs small circles there with his thumb, "What if I'm in some other universe?"

“I would cross other universes to be in the one you'll be in.” If he was honest, he would cross stars, galaxies, other universes and whatever he has to if he has the chance to be with him.

Because he wants more time with him.

“Oh, no you don't have to because I'll always be with you.” Draco touches his chest, over his heart with a soft smile, “Always.”

But the words, the touches and the soft smile break his heart because soon, it'll be the last and he can't hold onto it now.

Harry reaches out for the hand over his chest and interlaces their fingers together, held close to his heart and to the moonstone ring there. Soon, he won't hear his voice, the sound of his soft breaths or his heartbeat. Soon, he won't dance with him to the songs on the radio. Soon, he won't be here.

Draco brushes a soft kiss on the back of his hand, tears in the corners of his eyes, “You remember the time we went to that chapel and I said that I wanted our wedding there and you said that we can have all of it?”

He traces his thumb over his cheekbone, a knot in his throat when he says, “Mhm, I remember it, I remember it all too well.”

“Be our cartographer and show our universe to me. A universe where the sky is pink, where I love you, where we dance under the light of a thousand stars and where we have more time together. All of it.”

To describe that universe is like an effortless intake of breath. “I would propose to you first with romantic confessions of love and soon, we would plan it out together. We would have a wedding there in summer or autumn and you'll quote pride and prejudice to me, in your vows.”

Draco places a small kiss over his scar and with the softest laugh, he whispers, “You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. And wish from this day forth never to be parted from you.”

Harry brushes their noses together while his heart clenches in his chest, “Yes, that one and I would cry when I hear your vows and you will cry when you hear mine.”

“I might, I'm a crybaby and because I love you and tear up over love confessions.”

“No doubt.”

The thin, pale fingers slip underneath the fabric of his shirt and trail over to his chest. Trails of warm calluses over his skin. A warm hand rests over his heart with a slight tremble.

“You remember the dream you had, where we had a daughter and where you said you had a crush on me and she revealed your secret to me and mine to you?”

“Oh, that I have a crush on you?”

With a soft hum, he brushes one strand of hair out of his face, the one that rests over his eye, “Yes, now if we were to have children, would we have one or?”

Draco traces his own name over his heart with his fingertips, “One daughter, one son and you can choose the names.”

“Isn't there a tradition that you have to name them over a constellation or a star?”

“True but traditions don't matter much.”

“Yes, but do you remember that night when we were on the rooftop and there was that one constellation that you and I both thought was beautiful?”

“Scorpius?”

Harry caresses his cheekbone, “Yes, Lili for our daughter and Scorpius for our son and we can renew our vows when we have them.”

“Harry, that would be beautiful but I won't be here with you for that, would I?” Draco whispers into the soft silence of the room while tears trickle down his cheek.

“Draco, you'll always be here with me, remember?” Harry says with a slight tremble to his own voice, a knot in his throat while he wipes his tears with a soft brush of his thumb. He cradles Draco's hand, places it over his own heart, “you'll always be here. Always.”

“I'm sorry, we could've had it all.”

It cracks his heart down in the middle while his own tears slide down and his hands tremble. He wants to hold it together for him but he can't because there is no more time left, soon it'll be over. But he doesn't want it to be over yet, “We'll have that, we'll have all of it.”

“But we don't have more time, Harry.”

Harry traces the back of his fingers over his cheek and now, his eyes are red-rimmed, a soft shade of silver that has a trace of restrained emotions and Harry can't breathe.

“I want to stay with you.” He places a kiss on his forehead and lingers there but it is there that he can't control it, it's there that he can't hold it together and soon, he breaks.

“You and I, we had it all together. All of it. I love you, you're all that I want to have and we can have the rest of it in other universes, where we have more time together. I'll change the crosswalk light symbol for you there, do eight minutes dates, or quote romance novels to you and I will love you.”

Draco clutches his shirt, tightens his grip on it while he trembles, shatters in his arms, soft gasps and sobs and Harry can't hold it together, "You promise?"

“Cross my heart.”

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Beams of sunlight break through the clouds in the light of dusk. A slow, soft tune sounds in his car but it's distant to him now. Because he remembers the lyrics, the soft voice in the car.

But he doesn't want to remember.

The wind is light and warm over his skin in the windows down hour while he races down the road but it wasn't the same now. It's beautiful outside - the soft touch of autumn, a slight mist in the air and the lilac sky but it isn't as beautiful as it once was because the lighthouse of his universe isn't here on this drive.

Draco has his head out the window, a slight touch of awe in his eyes. It was natural for him to become a part of the landscape, "Isn't it beautiful that the colours change with the light?"

Harry turns to him with a subtle smile with a trace of fondness in it because it's a rare privilege to witness this, the lights in his eyes, the softness to his voice and the way he becomes when he is out of town with him, "Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Oh, it's that when the seasons change, the lights change and what surrounds us changes with it. When we were here the last time, it was winter and the lights were harsh and white but it's autumn now and the lights are soft and red. It all changes."

It's true, the lights aren't the same now, the way it sifts through trees, the colours of the skies or the leaves - none of it was the same. "True, true but you know what doesn't change with the change in seasons or the lights?"

Draco reaches out and brushes the back of his fingers over his cheek, in a tender, feather-light touch and whispers, "Is it your love for me?"

He drives, his eyes caught in the beautiful silver ones, "Yeah, it's that and it will never change."

The season and the lights were not the same but the ghosts of that drive out of town in autumn remain here with him. But he isn't.

The car halts outside the burial, one that is beside a chapel, with a faint screech and other than the soft tune in his car and the sound of the birds, there is absolute silence out there.

The chapel isn't the same one that was shown to him but the sight of it brought it all back.

"All of it?"

"All of it."

A weight settles over his heart and he stays in his car, his hand on one side of the steering wheel. He reaches out and brushes his fingers over a small polaroid that rests on the visor.

It was one of them together on a drive out of town in the autumn season, when it was all red.

Red is often referred to as the colour of love but he had once said that there were shades and love has one of its own, that there were 99 shades of and love was the hundredth shade.

"The hundredth shade of red is love but that shade isn't the same for all of us, it's a shade we create ourselves and paint a canvas of love with it."

Harry thought that it's beautiful, to have a shade of red for love and to paint a blank canvas with that shade, "But why isn't it the same for all of us?"

"Because love exists in different forms, because for some love is violent or dangerous or toxic but for some, it's beautiful, it's patient and soft. Why would the shades be the same when love isn't?"

"What is our shade of red?"

"Oh, it's whatever you want it to be, you can combine whichever colour you want to and it'll become your own shade of red."

"Describe yours to me."

Draco brushes their noses together with the softest smile while his thumb caresses his cheekbone in a feather-light touch, "Oh, the shade is soft, vibrant, warm with a tint of pink and a touch of magenta. It's new, rich and beautiful and for whatever reason, it has the light of the stars in it."

Harry trails his hand down to his waist, "Mm, that would be a beautiful shade to paint with but shades have names, what is the name of that shade?"

"It's a blend of two words – Apricity, which is the warmth of the sun in winters and Elysian, which is beautiful or divine. The shade of love is Aprisian because you're the most beautiful warmth in the coldest winters."

"Oh, that is creative and euphonious."

It elicits a soft laugh out of Draco and it's the most beautiful sound he has ever heard, "You said euphonious because you wanted to show that you know such words too, didn't you?"

"Well, when you said words like Apricity and Elysian and Aprisian, I thought I should contribute a word that was beautiful to hear."

"Your name is beautiful to hear."

"More than Aprisian?"

Draco brushes a kiss over his scar, his voice a soft whisper when he says, "Harry, you are Aprisian."

Soft sunlight cascades into the car and over the broken wristwatch in his hand and he can hear its soft tick in the silence that surrounds him.

He turns it over to read the inscription on the back, traces his thumb over the words with a slight tremble to his hand - we can have it all.

He rushes out of his car and closes the door behind him with a soft thud.

The crispy leaves crunch underneath his shoes while he treads towards the burial, the watch held tight in his hand.

Harry winds through the stones covered with red and brown leaves, to his grave and when he reaches, there are wreaths of roses, lilies and more flowers, bears and photographs.

He reads his name and a knot forms in his throat, tears in the corners of his eyes and his hands tremble on his side.

In the loving memory of

Draco Malfoy.

5 June, 1980 - 6 September, 2006.

He bends down to set his own wreath of blue orchids in the centre while tears slide down his cheeks and his heart clenches in his chest and while he stands there, all of it reruns in his head. The silent confessions, the soft whispers in the night, the last dance - all of it.

If he had the chance to turn back time and do it over, he wouldn't change the stories because it was beautiful. But he might rewrite the epilogue into a softer one. Because those stories can't be rewritten and there is no version of it that will be more beautiful than the one that is written down there.

He holds onto the memories, too.

It’s all he has now.

He rests his forehead on one side of the stone and his hand over the name on it while he whispers and the memories embrace him, hold him, anchor him, "It didn't change."

It's the love that would remain the same when the seasons or the lights change.

He withdraws a small velvet pouch, and from inside it he removes the omamori charm with the intricate patterns and an inscription written on it and sets it down.

He remembers it all.

The vacation to Tokyo and the omamori charm he had brought for Draco, the soft touches, the whispers of 'I love you', the dates, the lanterns and the rest. Because a ghost of it, of the love, of the memories are there with him and he will hold it, love it and dance with it.

He will remember it.

All too well.

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So even if I close my stuff it's just so I can catch up with what I have but your welcome to try and get stuff in for when I do open again.

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I would never have gotten to this point of writing with my dyslexia if it hadn't been for people who read my fics and gave me just good input and excitement to make more. And for that I cherish each and everyone of you. And If I can make just one person's day with fanfics or match ups. Then my job for the day is complete.

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I won’t be posting or writing my theories for a bit. I feel really fucking shitty and I’m just not feeling it right now.

I hope you all understand, thank you.

- Anx

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

We don't even need to hear Phil to know he's done with the child

191 notes • Posted 2021-03-28 20:46:26 GMT

#4

Techno: I don't really trust this guy

- One gift from Ranboo later -

Techno: My heart isn't warmed at all

Techno: It's not like we're friends now

and now the chat is calling him Tsundereblade XD

201 notes • Posted 2021-01-14 20:13:57 GMT

#3

Sorry I couldn't take a better screenshot but OH MY GOODNESS!!

THEY LOOK AMAZING AND SO DAMN SWEET!!

(I couldn't help myself!)

202 notes • Posted 2021-10-23 18:45:22 GMT

#2

Did Wilbur say he and Ghostbur were separate entities? cause he referred to ghostbur as 'he'

250 notes • Posted 2021-01-20 21:05:52 GMT

#1

Ranboo: you probably need somewhere to stay *looks at Phil*

Like asking a parent if a friend can sleep over XD

548 notes • Posted 2021-01-22 21:53:14 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

Also:

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

No matter what you're celebrating, whether you're celebrating with friends or family, I hope you all have a great holiday and a safe one at that.

I want to thank everyone who for some reason liked my posts, rambles etc. You're all really fucking cool!

Alright as I'm writing this it's not long till new year and I haven't planned any of this out because I never thought I would have to but here we are with a small but chill follower count. Doubt any of them will see this since they're probably busy, asleep or whatever else.

This year, to be blunt, has been a shit storm generally and personally too. It's been a roller coaster and there were moments where I considered just packing up and just leaving.

Uni wasn't going well and I considered dropping out multiple times

My anxiety and depression was at an all time high

And life just wasn't kind this year

And of course there was the passing of Technoblade. That was rough, the worst I felt in months.

I know, I know "but you didn't even know him personally" and ya I get that. I found myself saying that to myself a lot. But he was a constant in my life, probably one of my biggest role models too, since I'm a massive introvert and his whole idea of faking confidence until you make it, really resonated with me, so here I am pretending to be confident and I'm not sure if I'm good at it. But I digress the news that he was gone felt like a part of myself was dying, that I lost a life line.

But of course, I'm sat here typing this. Even though this year was hell, there was always something there to keep me afloat.

Whether it be my two closest friends, who were always there to cheer me up or just put up with my anxious and clingy ass. We could go a solid week without talking yet, if something happened if someone was hurting, we would all be there for eachother. And I will always be thankful for them and everything they have done for me.

But there was also you guys:

When I brought up that my following was small, I don't say it to have a pity party. I say if because even if my posy only got 1 or 2 likes or reblogs, that still made my day because it was like "hey I found this kinda funny" or "hey I found this kinda interesting". I'm thankful for everyone, even if they only liked one of my posts and none of the others. You kept me going on some of my worst days where I felt like giving up.

I still have uni work to get done and I'm trying to better my mental health. Even if no one see's this, I just want to say thank you, thank you everyone. I love you all

So to everyone, whether they are still with us or have passed on.

Happy New Year

I love you all and I will forever be thankful for everything you've done for me this year ❤️

Well.. I can officially say, my work is done😮‍💨🥰

I am proud of what I’ve done but I know I couldn’t of finished it without you all who took the time to sign my TCM edited wallpaper 🙏🏻🥹.

So I like to give a big thanks to:

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If anyone else wants to sign it, y’all still can. The official posting will be on IG.

So, please share thoughts about this video I put together, dedicated to the film plus the actor❤️.

🎶 The song, by the way, is Andrews favourite🎶

(If y’all want to use, please tag/credit me, many thanks)

I rediscovered my love for writing! And your ff really made such a positive influence in my life when I was in crossroads in my rl!

Thank you all

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not to be emotional on main but fanfiction is a gift and it’s so fundamentally human to tell each other stories and i am deeply grateful to have that in my life. thank you all for adding so much emotion and meaning to the world with your words