Calvin Jones, Sir.

“How has your back been?” Draco asked once they were out of earshot.“Surprisingly good,” Harry said.They were back in the living room, propped up on the couch.A subtle golden glow was cast over them, the light sourcing from the kitchen.“That’s great,” Draco said.“I think being home helps,” Harry sighed and stretched his legs out in front of him.He wore socks with green, red, and blue dinosaurs on them.Draco found himself fixating on a little red one with funny eyebrows.“I thought Hogwarts was your home,” Draco remarked, still eyeing the Dino.“Who told you that?” Harry wrinkled his nose.“No one, just from what I gathered from our school days, that seemed to be the case,” He shrugged.“It used to be,” Harry confessed.“What changed?”“I don’t know, me?” He said. “I often find that things of the past are not all that we chalk them up to be,”“That’s sad,” Draco felt sorry for the man.“It’s the truth,”

This fic is gonna take a very longtime to be complete. Two people have wrote this together, my friend (whose Ao3 account is in the works) @pickleinabaggofficial on instagram and I. Notreally much else to say about this. Have fun on this roller coaster of a work!