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The battle of Hogwarts. Would it be bad for Harry to say he felt so elated he was finally alone with the one he loved? Is that mean, and wrong, because of what just happened? Like he and his boyfriend were telepathic, the flaxen-haired man (considering they were eighteen now) walked over to him, sitting across his lap.
Stroking his stubbled cheek, Draco knew that look meant he was thinking. And if Harry was thinking, it was never a good thing. Draco thought of something to do, to take Harry's mind off everything.
Shopping? No, crowds. Wizards. Witches. Bad.
Quidditch? No, laboring. Fast. Injuries. Bad.
Muggle... something? Yes! No magic, no wizards or witches, no injuries (hopefully), not labouring (hopefully), and it definitely won't be Quidditch-fast.
"How about-" Softly murmured Draco and he twirled Harry's hair with one of his fingers, moving closer to Harry when he felt Harry's arms wrap around his waist to lazily trace things on his back. "-we do something... muggle."
He could practically hear all the sarcastic things running through Harry's head at that moment. Luckily, Draco spoke again before Harry got the chance to say a single syllable. "There will be no others around, just you and me. Nothing taxing or travail: I will use my wand." Draco warned. Harry laughed believing Draco's last statement was for comedic effect- he was deadly serious.
"Really?" Harry hopefully asked with a glint in his eye Draco hadn't seen since before sixth year. Because of that, Draco nodded. "Have I told you how much I love you?"
"Mm, only an hour ago." Draco smiled, leaning his head against Harry's shoulder.
Harry dragged his chin up so he was staring into the emerald void. "Then not enough." Sweetly, he pecked Draco on the lips. "Get off me you fat lump, I need to sort out what we're gonna be doing."
"Charming." Rolling his eyes, Draco hopped off his boyfriend's lap to go read by the fire just to give Harry time to plan something very random and spontaneous.
It was about twenty one hours later. Because of the timing, Draco expected probably a hotel, or maybe a room in a mansion in the country for a week or so. Well, he knew anything Harry decided on would be phenomenal and jovial, because Harry was there with him.
So, he was took by surprise when Harry blindfolded him with his old Slytherin tie- Draco wasn't ready to part with the thing yet. "I'm not in the mood at the moment, Harr." Draco smirked, feeling Harry's hands stutter so the man had definitely gone bright red.
"Git." Harry hit him in the back of the head, a grin sounding through his rough, deep tone. "I'll guide you." When Harry saw Draco bit his gum inside, Harry added, "Do you trust me?"
"Don't use Disney references against me, Potter. It should be a rule." Huffed Draco- he was hooked on the story of Aladdin, loving the carpet and the genie (after ge got over the fact that this is a work of fantasy) and may or may not have had a crush on Aladdin.
"Everything the light touches-"
"Stop." Commanded Draco, "You know how that movie affected me." He would never admit it out loud saying those words but, he cried during Lion King. Not just a few tears, but he latched onto Harry, crying into his jumper. This was after he bobbed his head and tapped his foot to 'Be Prepared.'
Finally, they were outside. Gently, soothingly, delicately, the light fabric was taken off his eyes and his sight was blessed with- "Oh."
"Oh?"
"I..."
"You don't like it."
Merlin he sounds so heart broken. "I do! I do, it's just very... vintage." There was a tinge to his voice.
Frowning, Harry stepped beside Draco. "I just thought we could do something muggle, like you said. Drive halfway 'round England by the coasts. I read it'd take eleven days..." There was a spark in Harry's eyes: they glowered and glistened with excitement. Electricity made his green iris' spark.
Sighing, Draco gave in. "Let's pack, and we can go tomorrow." Beaming, Harry hurriedly pecked his cheek and sprinted inside.
They drove twenty hours in total a cross part of the East Coast. Cold winds soared through Draco's thick blonde hair like a spoiled Labrador sticking his head out the window. To eat, they stopped off at restaurants Draco liked the look of- very posh, very fancy- and the ones Harry just really longed for because the portion sizes in Draco's restaurants were no bigger than his fist.
Therefore, Draco tried his first McDonald's- mediocre- KFC- chicken was good but too messy- and Domino's- the best of the three in his opinion (which was definitely wrong and Harry made him know that).
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The door slammed closed behind Draco entering the house. Today, they were both twenty seven and still together. Loving each other was so easy. But their fights could be very explosive.
"Why did you do that?" Exclaimed Harry, throwing his posh robes on the floor so he only had a dress shirt and slacks on.
"Whickham deserved it! I could have done a lot worse than shove cake in his face." Draco pointed out.
"You've always had a problem with him!" Somehow, they travelled to the kitchen while in their argument. On the windowsill of their very own house, was a vase of roses ranging from light green to blood red. Water was in the bottom because, Harry just watered it before they went out.
"Because he's always had a crush on you and you play into it!"
"No I do not!"
"Yes, you do!" Draco was past the point of shouting. As a couple, this was the thing they argued most about. With the job Harry has, he needed a personal assistant. Airgo, he hired Danny Whickham. Who had perfect brown hair, fair skin, astonishing blue eyes and am immaculate figure.
First it was letters, then banter, then asking Harry to grab coffee to chat about work, and finally the flowers. How Draco despised all roses the moment he saw them in Harry's hands and discovered they weren't for him or Hermione- who was pregnant at the time.
"He got you roses, Harry. Roses!" Draco exasperated. Done with this constant back and forth he sunk into a chair.
"It was a congratulations, for the promotion!"
"The note 'the green reminds me of your eyes'"
"He was being nice, Draco. Clearly, you don't know how to do that." Putting on a normal jacket, Harry took the keys to the campervan.
"You can't always use that stupid van to get out of an argument." Draco was ignored as Harry magically packed his suitcase. Seconds later, Harry stood at the door with a suitcase full of his clothes ready to go out for a day. "If you leave through that door don't expect me to be here when you get back."
Night time: where owls shrieked and lampposts stopped working.
Entering the house, Harry was greeted with quietness. He sobbed.
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Draco found himself a mini-campervan. No, it was not of the best quality. It had a botched green paint-job on the inside and cream for the sofa. He wasn't a Wizard to just sit around and look pretty (although he did enjoy that). Picking up the keys, he spun them around on his finger catching them in his palm. Shaking, his hands were sweating along with his eyes unable to focus on a single thing and his foot tapped to an off-beat rhythm.
(It would be his first time on the road since Harry.)
Turning the car key, Draco jumped when the radio blasted aloud. 'THIS SHIT IS BANANAS! B-A-N-A--" Draco shoved down the volume button.
Winter nipped his nose turning pinker than if a grandma pinched it.
(Harry singing along to Roy Orbison in the van as it slowly came to a stop. They laughed about it after Draco smacked his arm repeatedly.)
Which was the break again?
(Playing Kiss Marry Avada when it had gotten late but decided to keep driving.)
Draco saw his speed at 80 mph. He knew he was about 10 mph over the speed limit, but oh well. It's only ten miles per hour.
(Harry teaching Draco to drive in an empty parking lot in the morning. When Harry's voice was still gravely and Draco's hair was as fluffy and soft as slipper socks.)
BEEEEEEPPP!
A horn beeped louder than Draco had ever heard and he wound the window down, still going at the same pace. "What is your problem?" He bit at the man who glared at him.
That fiery glare turned into worry rather quickly. "STOP!" He yelled, reaching out the car with his hand like he could grab onto Draco.
But it was too late. Draco spun the wheel just before he hit the family car (a baby seat visible in the back) crashing into the metal rods splitting the up from down. Jolting in his seat, Draco remembered flipping over once, but his vision blurred when glass collided with his face.
Harry was at Cornwall when it happened. In the same old van, he was peacefully nodding along to Nickleback. "What, Malfoy?" He said into the phone after pulling over. Rarely did he get called and it was never by Draco.
"Is this Mister Harry Potter I am speaking to?" It was a woman's voice ringing in his right ear rather than the silky-smooth lingo he liked.
"Yes?"
"Draco Malfoy was recently in a car accident-"
It was like the information didn't process. He heard it, his curiosity fell to numbness, and his mouth turned from scrunched up to flat.
"And you are the only emergency contact we have written down. You need to come to Sapphire Oak Hospital."
Silence. "Mister Potter? Are you there?"
"I- yeah. Yeah." He held his breath. "I'll be there as quick as I can."
Ignoring the speed limit, Harry put pedal to the metal speeding down roads with surprising care.
It was late when he finally reached the hospital. Late as in every light having to be on to be able to see. Late as in no cars on the road late, and there was almost always cars on roads.
Rushing out his car Harry almost forgot to press the lock button as he sprinted for the automatic doors. Even the automatic doors were too slow for him, cursing at the speed.
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"You are free to go, Mister Malfoy." The nurse cheerily announced. "No strenuous activities, definitely no driving, and you have to attend physio therapy sessions whenever your physio therapist schedules them."
"How am I getting home if I can't drive?" Asked Draco dryly.
"Mister Potter has agreed to care for you until you are at full health." Potter had been around a lot. He remembers seeing bright green eyes when he came to. It was awkward. They were stepping between mazes of lego throughout the recovery time and conversation was minimal.
"I am not spending more time with Potter. Can I not get a professional?" He asked, scandalized they suggested him spending even more awkward hours with Harry.
"For the healing process, it is better to have a familiar face you trust, Mister Malfoy."
Draco kept his mouth zipped as the doctor spoke. Eyes burning the chair in front of him and imagining it was whatever idiotic person decided he had to stay with Potter.
"Ready Malfoy?" Sighed Potter, slapping his hands on his palms to stand up. Draco gave a curt nod, standing up and grabbing his crutches to help him walk. He wobbled. Potter went to grab his arm but Draco glared at him as he stabled.
"Why can't I just take you to Mungo's?" He mumbled but Draco managed to catch it.
"We've spoke about this, Potter." They had: Mungo's wouldn't give him fair treatment because of his past Death Eater status.
Eventually, in an awkward silence, they made it to Harry's car. Turning the key, Harry had a hard time figuring out how to start the car again. "Erm- Er- I-" He stuttered, hands hovering above the gear shift, the indicator and the volume button.
"Shift the gear into Drive, Potter." Draco told him, scowling at the man. Harry nodded, gulping nervously and then doing as Draco had said.
You see, Harry had this plan in mind. An idea. Which was not going great right now. Step one was to get into the car and silently start driving away. That was technically achieved, but only after he fumbled around with going forwards.
It was half an hour later when Draco realised they weren't going to his or Potter's house. They were in the country. Surrounded by birds slowly going to rest and a light bristle of the grass rubbing against each other. "Potter this isn't the way to my house." Or yours
He didn't get a response. That agitated him further. "Potter stop the car." He demanded. But Potter continued on.
"It's cold, Malfoy. It's mid-winter. I'm not stopping the car." Potter deadpanned. Draco's teeth chattered.
"You're not going the right way: stop the car."
"I know where I'm going" Harry mysteriously responded. Draco grumbled under his breath about 'idiot Potter' and 'stupid car' with 'and stupid British fucking weather.'
When arriving at wherever Potter deemed they were Draco gasped at the sight. On a cliffs edge, Harry parked the car whilst Draco gawped at the stars and the view. In the horizon lights dot along the canvas like a geometric art-piece. Even if it sounds rather boring, there was always something so enticing about them. Beyond that a bridge connected the canal and two mainland's together. The puzzle pieces being pulled with force by glue, but they didn't move any closer. All lit up as the sun barely began setting.
The blonde man looked towards Harry, who smiled at him like he used to do of a morning. "Since you can't... walk... very well-" Potter scratched the back of his head, but Draco- patient as ever- let him get to his point, "I was wondering if... you'd go on a road trip with me."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "Just us, nobody else. Maybe a reporter will spot us but yeah." Harry sighed, he really seemed to be mucking this up. "When you were, how you were... I reminisced about us, the past. And... I- I am sorry for not listening to your concerns."
The blonde sighed, that meant he had to apologise too. "I must apologise too, for not trusting you as a partner should."
"Right! Right..."
"So," Draco kicked his good foot up on the dashboard, "Where to first?"