Sweet is the fortune you give me
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Romance, Fluff, Humor, Getting Together, One Shot, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Sugar Daddy, Sugar Daddy Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Trans Draco Malfoy, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, FtM Draco Malfoy, Dom/sub Undertones, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Domestic Fluff, Domestic, Strap-Ons
Summary:
Draco has worked hard to overcome his post-war struggles and is now the successful and proud owner of his own chain of Potions shops. Who cares if he’s lonely? Certainly not him!
Then one day he comes across Harry Potter, Saviour of the Wizarding World, do-gooder to outshine all gooders and hero of the people—on the street without a Knut to his name.
What else can Draco do but take him in?
Excerpt:
Drawings. Harry had been working on drawings. More significantly, the drawings were mostly of Draco.
“You… made these?”
“Yeah.” Harry looked away, clearly embarrassed by his art. “It’s something I got into recently in Ron and Hermione’s flat with no job or anything to do all day. You don’t need much to doodle, and Hermione’s always got bits of paper or parchment lying around. They’re probably not any good…”
“Harry, these are incredible. You really have a way of capturing mood and emotion on the page. These…” Draco swallowed, traced the line of his neck in one of the sketches, and did not say aloud, These look like they were made by someone who loves me.
“Well. Thanks. Anyway, what I wanted to show you was here.” He flipped to a page and turned the book around.
On a page opposite doodles of Draco’s profile and sleeping face (when did Harry see that?), drawings of every flower in the garden complete with their meanings, and a drawing of Draco with a flower crown and the caption “Would look very cute! Must try. Maybe when he’s asleep?”, there were some very telling illustrations. Inky lines captured images of clasped hands, of not just Draco but also Harry himself sitting beside each other, looking at each other, eating together at a simple table, and sharing light kisses on each others’ cheeks.
In short, Harry had drawn himself and Draco sharing domestic bliss.
It made Draco feel as if his heart were about to squeeze into oblivion. He didn’t need to hear Harry’s reply; he could see the truth of Harry’s feelings right there on the page.
He looked up. Harry stood straight, eyes fixed on the corner where wall met ceiling. Slowly, Draco rose, setting the sketchbook down gently on the sofa cushion. Then, so, so gently, he took Harry’s hands in his, drawing him close.
“If we start this, you should know that I’m a selfish bastard and I don’t let go easily,” Draco warned.
“Fine by me,” Harry replied, winding his arms around Draco’s waist. He looked up at Draco, eyes shining. “I don’t want to be let go.”
And finally, finally, their lips came together. It was brief and chaste, but Draco still felt that it was probably the best kiss in the world because it was a kiss with Harry. He smiled against Harry’s lips and decided the best way to be sure was for the two of them to kiss many more times.
So they did.
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