Title: Midnight Love
Ominous October 2024
Team: Dragon
Challenge: Trick or Treat prompt 28; week one: music and storytelling challenge
Prompts: A Moonlit broom ride was the breath of fresh air they needed and reminded them how beautiful it was up here; write a fic inspired by a song – song used Midnight by Paper Planes
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Year 2 Assignment: Theatre Performance & Production
Task: 3
Prompt: write a fic set mostly or completely at night
Gotta Catch 'Em All: number 264, Lioone, normal
Prompt: [word] ethereal
Jurassic Park: enclosure, carnivore
Prompt: [action] hugging someone
Disney Magic: Robin Hood, number 2
Prompt:[song] Love Nancy Adams
Diagon Alley Adoption Centre: Bexasaurus the velociraptor
Prompt: [character] Harry Potter
Fandom Frenzy: My Lady Jane, number 3
Prompt: [dialogue] "Was that a withering look? Consider me withered."
Inktober: theme number 7, birds, style number 5, realism
Prompt: write about someone flying; [character] Harry Potter
Supernatural-fragilisticexpialidocious: Sleepy Hollow, number 3
Prompt: [character] Harry Potter
Monster Smash!: [The Mummy] Imhotep
Prompt: (BONUS) [dialogue] "I don't know what to say."
House Challenge Tetris: row 1, pink L
Prompt: [emotion] anxious
Writing club
Character Appreciation: number 3
Prompt: [appearance] pale skin
Good vs Evil: number 13
Prompt: [object] broomstick
Days of the Year: number 7, You Matter to Me Day
Prompt: write about showing someone that they matter
Prompt Parlour: pairings, number 3
Prompt: Harry/Draco
Showtime: number 13, All I Ask of You
Prompt: [dialogue] "Love me–that's all I ask of you."
Little Shop of Genres: number 10
Prompt: [emotion] surprise
Spooky Month Special Thread
Pumpkin Patch: romance, number 1
Prompt: [action] holding hands
Hayride: number 1
Prompts: [word] brisk
'Tober Fest: Dialogue-Tober, day 3; BONUS character
Prompt: "How could you?"; Draco Malfoy
The Menagerie on Discord
HP Bingo Card 13: O4
Prompt: Proposal
Promptober 2024: 16/10
Prompt: [weather] chilly wind
Word count: 1407
Betas: Gen
Warnings/Trigger warnings: none
A/NThe song Midnight Paper Planes was the inspiration for this fic. The words and the music to me just fit a midnight broom ride for Harry and Draco. I was reminded of the song Love Nancy Adams from Disney's Robin Hood when thinking about how I wanted this fic to go. The Scene from the movie when this song is playing just goes with this story. So, I used both song titles for this fic.
Cross posted on AO3
It was a beautiful, crisp, autumn night without a cloud in the sky. The moon was full and cast an ethereal light over the trees and lake below. Despite the brisk wind that chilled him to the core, Draco hadn't felt this happy in months. He was glad that Harry had suggested that they go on a late-night broomstick ride. It had been too long since they had had the time to do this. They spent nearly an hour racing each other through the forest, dodging trees and each other with the speed, skill and agility of a school of fish evading a predator. It was their way of dancing (something that Harry just point blank refused to do) and it always felt perfectly intimate. The night could not have been more perfect for it. The full moon gave off enough light for the autumnal colours of the trees to have their own hues of red, orange and yellow that would normally be lost to the night.
"I'm so glad you suggested this," Draco called to Harry over the rush of the wind in his ears.
"I told you," Harry gloated. "We don't get much time just to spend with each other."
"I love our friends, but this is nice," Draco said. "I don't think we've ever been out flying on such a beautiful night."
"It is beautiful, but not as beautiful as you," Harry said, smirking.
"Urgh!" Draco groaned. "Harry! You know how I feel about lovey-dovey displays of affection and cheesy lines."
"I thought that was just around other people?" Harry said, grinning as he looped around Draco on his broomstick, earning him a withering look from Draco.
"Was that a withering look? Consider me withered," Harry laughed.
"I hate you sometimes," Draco said with a glare.
"How could you?" Harry gasped, pretending to be offended.
"Very easily," Draco deadpanned. "It's the truth."
"Is it now?" Harry grinned, raising an eyebrow at Draco.
"Yes! I've never hated anyone more," Draco declared haughtily.
"It's a shame your birthday was several months ago," Harry lamented.
"Why?" Draco asked suspiciously.
"Because I could have got you a dictionary as a present," Harry mused. "Well, maybe it can be your Christmas present."
"And, why pray tell, would I need a dictionary?"
"Because you seem to be mixing up your words," Harry replied.
"What?"
"You pronounced love wrong," Harry said with a broad grin.
"Oh, shut up," Draco grumbled.
"You love me. You think I'm gorgeous. You want to hug me. you want to kiss me," Harry sing-songed, looping around Draco, over and over, smirking as Draco flushed. "What exactly is it about me you find most desirable?"
"Certainly not your hair!" Draco quipped.
"Witty," Harry responded.
"Surprisingly, it actually looks better being blown every which way by the wind," Draco replied, smirking.
"You never seem to have a problem with it when we're in bed."
"Harry?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up!"
Harry smiled. "I do love you; you know that?"
"Yes, yes. I know!" Draco said, waving away Harry's remark. Before adding, "I love you too."
They did another lap around the lake before landing on the little beach. Draco gave a sigh of contentment as they sat on the beach watching the little waves lap at the shore of the lake with Harry's arm wrapped around him. He loved the way the moon-light reflected off the water, bathing them both in cold, white light that made Harry look more tanned and Draco paler than normal.
"It really is a beautiful night," Draco said with another sigh of contentment.
"It's a perfect night for flying," Harry agreed.
"I know I don't say this often enough, but I do love you Harry," Draco said quietly.
"Wow!" Harry exclaimed. "You must be content. I think I can count on one hand the number of times you've spontaneously expressed your feelings."
"And I've lost count of the number of times you've expressed your feelings," Draco replied, resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "But then they do say opposites attract. I suppose we balance each other out."
"I suppose we do," Harry conceded with a smile.
"I'm sorry if I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me," Draco said, slipping a soft, pale fingered hand into Harry's calloused, tanned hand.
"Twice in two minutes," Harry said, unable to contain his surprise. "I'm really glad I suggested we go flying tonight."
"Do you feel unappreciated?" Draco asked anxiously.
"No!" Harry assured Draco. "Never. I know you don't express your feelings a lot but that just makes the times that you do, like tonight, all the more special. Besides, it's fun to watch you get all flustered and blush when I pay you compliments and tell you my feelings," Harry added with a small laugh.
"I don't mind your compliments," Draco quietly told Harry. "It's the cheesy lines that–"
"–that you love the most?" Harry interrupted, earning another reproving glare from Draco. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look in the moonlight?"
"Harry!"
"Well, you do. Although, you always look beautiful to me. No, don't interrupt," Harry added when Draco opened his mouth to protest. "I know I tell you a lot, but it's how I feel, and so help me, I like to let the people I care about know how I feel. There were times when I was never sure if I would live to see another day and I couldn't afford not to let those I loved know. Or maybe it also has something to do with growing up with the Dursley's and never hearing that I was loved or special to anyone."
"Harry, I'm sorry…"
"Draco, I don't need you to say sorry. And I don't need you to tell me you love me all the time. I know you love me. I've never had a moment's doubt about that. You don't say it with words but you show it in the little things you do, like making me my favourite dinner when I've had a difficult day at work or the little gifts you get me just because you thought I'd like them."
"I just feel like I should try a little harder to tell you how I feel," Draco said.
"I don't need that," Harry interjected. "Love me–that's all I ask of you."
"I do. I really do. I've never been happier," Draco said, lifting his head from Harry's shoulder and gazing into Harry's brilliantly green eyes.
"I've never been happier either," Harry said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Draco's lips. "You really do mean the world to me."
"And you mean the world to me," Draco started.
"Gosh you really are spoiling me tonight by sharing your feelings."
"Harry, please," Draco coaxed. "I need you to be quiet for a second."
Harry leaned in and gave Draco another kiss. "I can do that. After all, I don't I don't want you to feel too uncomfortable with all this emotion."
"Harry, please. This is hard. I'm trying to tell you how much you mean to me and how much I always want you in my life. I don't want… that is…I don't want things to stay as they are–"
"Draco, what are you saying?"
"I'm trying to ask you to marry me. I want you to be my husband, not my boyfriend."
"Marry you?" Harry asked, surprised. "I don't know what to say."
"Don't you want to get married?"
"I do, Draco. I just never thought you'd want to stand up in front of people and declare your love."
"I hate the thought of declaring my emotions in front of other people, but I hate the thought of you not being my husband more. I just want you to be mine and for everyone to know it."
"I've always been yours, Draco. And I always want to be yours."
"So, will you marry me?" Draco asked, looking anxious again.
"Yes. I'd marry you every day for the rest of my life if I could," Harry declared.
"Harry!"
"Too cheesy?"
"Yes. But for once I don't mind," Draco said with a smile as Harry pulled him into a hug. "Fiancé."
"I like the sound of that, fiancé," Harry replied, kissing Draco again, before Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder. They fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's presence, gazing out over the lake, listening to the sound of the waves lapping against the shore.
