Draco's torso was numb and throat dry, but otherwise he felt much better he had thought he would. He felt wonderfully rested, judging from the amount of sun that was pouring through the window, he had slept through the day. It dawned on him that he was in Harry's bedroom. What's more, he was in Harry's bed. The sunny dog smell was distinct. Supressing a grin Draco tried not to think of the dirty socks pile that had been placed on bed's covers when he had seen it previously. What mattered was that he was home.
As interesting the blank wall before him was Draco turned to see the rest of the room. First thing he saw was Harry. He was sprawled on his desk that was placed against the window, last rays of sun illuminated his head. Draco watched him contently until Harry stirred.
"Potter!"
Harry jumped up from the chair sending it hurling backwards, his eyes disoriented looking for the danger, a pencil in his hand pointing to the door. Then he turned to the window still aiming to some unseen danger.
"I'm not sleeping," he blurted, rubbing one eye, finally settling his attention on Draco. He lowered the pencil, throwing it back on the table while the blond touched the left side of his face, soft sunflowers under his fingers.
"Potter, I was out for what? About 10 hours? And you managed to get a bruise the size of your brain…" Draco sat up, trying not to appear worried. Who the hell beats up Harry Potter?
"It's nothing," Harry murmured, poking his blue eye slightly.
"Tell me what happened," Draco ordered, motioning to the free place on the bed. The raven-head sat down, stretching his back and neck that was surely stiff from sleeping on the table.
"The healers that your parole officer got were morons… one of them anyway, and he said something about that it was what you deserved. That you shouldn't have even be free in the first place." Harry sighed heavily. "Then they recognised me and shut up, healed you."
Draco waited, but Harry only shook his head and smiled at Draco.
"That explains nothing. Please, for me, gather your few brain cells and explain how you getting a green eye happened," Draco got up, for now biting down complaints about his sore spots. "And also why you haven't healed it."
"Well, when I explained what had happened the Auror who came to arrest those simpletons, he treated me like a child and basically said that you put me under a spell…"
Draco rolled his eyes, trust Harry to get in to trouble where there was none.
"… He said he would take you in as well," Harry bit out. "I was already a mess because you hadn't come to and then he came saying you would have to wake up to Dementors and I – well. Let's say it was very hard not to punch him, but I didn't. I guess his reflexes –"
"What?" the blond was baffled, he took Harry's face in hands, turning the man's face to himself. "You didn't even touch him and he –"
"I didn't say I didn't touch him. I grabbed him by the collar," Harry said his eyes wide, sparkling at Draco.
"Still… you dumb sod." Draco shook his head adding another person to his mental vendetta list. "Where is my wand?" he asked after a couple of sweeps around him, one hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Here," Harry said leaning back, but not out of Draco's touch, grabbing the wand from the table.
"Thank you," Draco said and moved his hands to Harry's neck, doing his best not to smirk as the wildly-haired man breathed in roughly. "As much as I would love to walk around with a proclamation of our connection on my face, maybe you mind looking like you like picking fights."
"You don't mind?" Harry said quietly, his eyes cast down to his fidgeting fingers.
"Of course not," Draco smiled a little. "Who would mind to be the soulmate of the one and only Harry Potter?"
"Is that all I am to you?" Harry asked, his eyes were boring in to Draco's and blond couldn't quite understand why Harry was so upset.
"Harry, no," Draco shook his head meeting Harry's eyes hoping they conveyed his sincerity. "You're my scar-head."
Harry's eyes widened and he tentatively landed his palm on Draco's knee, smile playing at his lips. The touch made all Draco's insides jump with joy.
"Yours, am I?" Harry asked wiggling an eyebrow.
"If you wish." Draco nodded. "But I do come with a sort of a baggage."
Harry pressed the hand on Draco's knee and smiled.
"Me too."
Draco smiled bitterly. "A Death Eater and the Saviour – bit different though."
"You're not a Death Eater. You were a dumb child that's all," Harry said, running a thumb along Draco's flawless cheekbone.
"I was dumb? Potter, did you even see yourself and your little gang? Because in comparison…" Draco had already forgotten his self-loathing, throwing himself to excuse his younger self. After a list of his accomplishments he lifted his wand again. "Now, when I have flawlessly proven that I am as far from dumb as Weasley is from rich, let me fix you up."
Harry grabbed his hand that was holding the wand and looked at him seriously.
"Ron is my friend."
"I know, I know… I was just joking," Draco recoiled, looking away from Harry for a second. The raven-head's hand felt pleasant on his neck, the touch didn't cause him to become more alert as most of the hands on him had done before. He could be at ease and someone was there with him.
Harry smiled at him and his hand ruffled Draco's silky hair. They were sitting grinning like fools, hands on each other and they had all their lives in front of them. Draco found it so easy to pack away all his worries and darkness, to lose himself in green emerald eyes and black curls of messy hair.
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As his body was clear of doom-promising flowers, Harry felt the happiness tug at his mouth, he became only happier with each second Draco was here. The blond narrowed his eyes, watching his magic heal Harry's bruise. Lowering his wand he met Harry's eyes who was watching the beautiful face of the person he once thought heartless. Now he was leaning more towards tactless.
Harry smiled.
"You must be hungry, you slept a long time…"
Draco flashed a content smile and nuzzled Harry's neck.
"Famished," he said falling back in to the messy blankets, pulling Harry with him. "And also all my parts hurt. Those Medwitches really were morons."
"Oh yeah, they told me to give you this when you woke up," Harry said grabbing a flask from the table, one hand still tangled with Draco's. The blond raised one eyebrow arching it in an inquisitive way. It made Harry all soft and fuzzy on the inside as he passed the flask.
Draco took it, whirling the clear contents in to a mini-hurricane above his face with one hand and drawing circles with his thumb with the other on Harry's palm. The raven-haired man was bewitched by Draco's movements, his free expression as he got up to drink the vial dry.
"My suspicions were right, it's a pain-potion," he said licking his lips, Harry smiled.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"How about some spaghetti?"
"Okay."
Harry said to himself that he should move, go and get the water going, but his body had better plans – stay here with Draco. Answering Draco's questioning glance Harry felt his lips form a smile.
"Want to come sit on the couch?"
"If it's not littered with popcorn, then yes," Draco said, squeezing Harry's hand.
"It's not," Harry reassured, throwing an unsure glance to the living room.
"I know you're lying."
"I'm really not," Harry looked to the door again. "Let me go check."
Draco laughed, letting go of his hand. Harry bolted to his couch, wand in his hand, three seconds later he had swept it clean with a spell.
"Air and the couch is clear, come, maybe you will learn how to cook, your majesty," Harry teased, leaning on the doorframe.
"Okay, okay," Draco obliged. Despite his experience with pretending to be fine, his stance wavered after the first step causing him to lean on the table, Harry was by his elbow the next instant, carefully balancing him.
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Draco settled on the couch thankful for the potion that dulled his aches, Harry after making sure Draco was okay, skipped off to make some masterpiece in the kitchen. Lulled by Harry's happy humming Draco let his mind wonder. Maybe he shouldn't have, the thoughts that arose weren't the type you wanted in your head. His stomach twisted.
He sat up wrapping his hands around his knees, hiding his mouth in the crook of his elbow, eyes following the raven-head's dance around the kitchen.
I can't possibly deserve him. He could have him, because Harry didn't seem to mind for now, but for how long? Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy – soulmates. It sounded so bittersweet, Draco felt a battle ensue in his heart. It wasn't pleasant – the fights with himself. He always ended up losing. Also winning, but that never caused him heartache so it didn't matter.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Harry arched an eyebrow at him, smiling.
"Thinking." Draco didn't get in to details.
"What about?" Harry asked, looking down.
Draco hesitated casting his eyes away from Harry.
"Me…" he swallowed a lump in his throat. Or tried to, it didn't go away. "How I don't deserve you."
Harry stayed silent, Draco forced himself to look at the man who had all the tools to finish him off and he was surprised by the fiery eyes that he met. The intensity radiating off the raven-head was so powerful Draco saw how Voldemort never had a chance. In those eyes he saw Harry's opinion about that statement:
BULLCRAP.
Draco's face twitched as throwing whatever had been in his hands on the counter Harry walked to the couch. His fingers landed on Draco's hand softly.
"What do I need to do?" he asked.
Draco barely heard the words over the pulsing of his heart.
"To achieve what?"
"So you stop being a self-loathing wuss."
Draco furrowed his brows, shoving Harry slightly.
"I am not. I'm just being rational. There is no point to… anything, if in the end you walk off to start a perfect family with some…" he couldn't finish.
"Draco…" Harry said. "I've never in my life felt more right with anyone else."
Draco saw it in his emerald-grass eyes, he was speaking from his heart.
"Not to be a wuss, huh?" Draco asked, smiling tentatively, his heart now beating unevenly for whole another reason.
"I doubt you will manage, but we could try," Harry said.
"Potter!"
Harry laughed and before Draco could shove the messy-haired ass to the floor where he belonged, Harry's lips were on his. Draco was so stunned he almost cried out, but the soft lips on his own stirred him in to the rhythm. He tangled his fingers in to the locks of Harr's wild hair, letting the dark side of his mind go take a vacation for an indefinite amount of time.
Harry pulled back his eyes searching Draco's.
"Can I kiss you?" he asked turning red. "I meant to ask. Not assault you…"
Draco rolled his eyes, pulling the raven-head closer once again, crashing their mouths together like there was no tomorrow. Harry smiled against Draco's lips, causing the blond to grin as well. The kissing-fest was paused for a minute that they spent wrestling, Draco pulling Harry over the back of the couch, landing him on top.
They snuggled up in each other's arms safe from any dark forces that might want to intrude. Let them try and they will see the wrath of two soulmates who want to be left at peace.
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In middle of yet another kiss that sent butterflies surging to the sky in Harry's stomach, Draco pulled back abruptly.
"What's wrong?"
"How long have you had your flowers bloom for me?" Draco asked watching Harry intensely.
Suspecting why the question was being asked Harry sighed.
"Since the day we met in the landing."
"Oh."
"You don't have to explain," Harry reassured. "Just, please… talk to me if you ever feel the need to do anything like that again. Please…"
Draco's voice was barely audible.
"Okay."
"Promise?" Harry asked, hoping that he wasn't too out of line.
Draco smiled at him.
"Promise."
Harry beamed, kissing the other.
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Jesus the Christ… this fanfic was completely unplanned and surprisingly turned out okay. I just felt realllllly inspired by the said Tumblr post. If you want to beta, please sign the fuck up and we can polish this rush-decision ;)
If you want some more chapters just harass me politely and feel free to suggest any ideas, I like the AU idea and it's not quite fair that only Draco got beaten up.
But, yeah… thank you for reading and leave a review.
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