Tapestry
Chapters: 18/18
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Additional Tags: Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Auror Ron Weasley, Auror Harry Potter, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, dual time periods, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Harry Potter, Veil of Death (Harry Potter), Mushrooms, Beach Holidays, Beach House, Major Illness, Smut, Angst, Fluff, One True Pairing, Idiots in Love, they’re idiots your honor, drarry through the years, Mutual Pining, Long-Distance Relationship, Harry Potter Has Long Hair, draco malfoy is a prickly porcupine, Sacrifice, Afterlife, Blood Magic, Master of Death Harry Potter, Death is a character, Using work to cope with feelings, Minor Character Death, Angst with a Happy Ending
Summary:
In 2017, Harry is on his way to Pansy and Luna’s beach house. He’s a bit terrified of seeing Draco, to be honest. It’s been a while, and then there’s the little matter of Draco having married someone else in the interim.
In 2001, Draco is drunk, wearing Pansy’s mother’s ermine coat, and afraid to walk into the Leaky because someone might throw a curse at him. So, of course, he runs into his ex-nemesis and hopeless crush, Harry Potter.
This is a love story that isn’t perfect, about two people whose timing is never quite right, and all the moments that come together to make something extraordinarily beautiful anyway.
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Excerpt:
“Drink, Harry?” Blaise asked, leaning against the bar and bestowing a gleaming smile upon him.
“Erm,” Potter said, looking flustered by Blaise’s sudden friendliness. “Yeah. Okay, thanks. I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
Draco threw Blaise a scathing look.
“Would you like another as well, oh light of my life?” Blaise asked Draco.
“Blaise,” Draco gritted out.
“So, Potter,” Blaise said, ignoring Draco. “Are you seeing anyone at the moment?”
“Uh, no,” Potter said, cheeks flaring deliciously once again. Draco didn’t remember him being such a blusher. “Why?”
“Just curious. Who’s the last person you went out with? Ginevra Weasley? Or has there been another lucky girl—or boy!—since then?“
“Um, not—not really,” Potter said. “Not anybody worth mentioning.”
“Funny, that’s what Draco was just saying,” Blaise said, passing Potter a gin and tonic. Draco elbowed Blaise hard in the ribs, willing him to shut up. But Blaise continued speaking, entirely undeterred. “Sure, he meets plenty of fit men in clubs, but nobody special, you know?”
Draco elbowed him again and Blaise let out a soft grunt of pain.
“Oh,” Potter said, turning even redder. “Yeah.” He cleared his throat. “I hear that.” He scratched at the back of his neck. “Well. Thank you for the drink, Zabini. I’m going to go back over to…” He gestured vaguely at his friends.
“Any time, Potter,” Blaise said, giving Potter another congenial grin.
“What the bloody fuck is wrong with you?” Draco hissed as soon as Potter was out of earshot.
“He wants your cock,” Blaise said, shrugging.
“You arsehole, stop saying that!” Draco glanced over to Potter’s table. To his horror, Potter was looking his way. Again. Draco blanched when their eyes met and wanted to die. “I fucking hate you, Blaise!”
“He is blatantly ogling your arse in those trousers, old boy. Don’t hate me just yet. Wait and see how this plays out first.”
Draco looked again and met green eyes once more. He looked quickly away. “Oh, bouncing broomsticks, I’m not nearly drunk enough for this,” he said, gulping down his gin and tonic.
“Draco, I love you more than life itself, but you are a complete idiot sometimes,” Blaise said, taking him by the shoulders. “Listen. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll go to the loo right now.”
“Go to the loo? Why? What are you—”
“Stop arguing with me for one fucking minute, will you?” Blaise cried. Draco was quiet. “Good. Now, look over at Potter one more time and hold his gaze for just a little too long, and then go to the loo.”
Draco’s hand was shaking where it held his drink, threatening to splash gin all over the bar top. He set it down and wiped his palms on the sleeves of his coat. He glanced towards Potter again, and Potter was still looking at him. He felt like he might sick up, but still, he held that green stare until he couldn’t bear it for a moment longer.
“Excellent. Now go,” hissed Blaise, pushing him.
Draco stiffly made his way to the loo, nerves making him light-headed. He stepped inside and let the door swing shut behind him. In the mirror, he looked pink-faced and wild-eyed, and his hands were still trembling as he fixed his hair. What in the hell was he doing? Surely, surely Blaise was off his fucking nut. There was no way—
The door to the loo swung open again, and then Harry Potter was crowding him against the sink. And then he was kissing Draco hard, his hand gesturing towards the door, which made a click as the lock slid into place.
Wandless and wordless. That son of a bitch. His cock throbbed against Potter’s thigh and Potter’s tongue was in his mouth.
After a moment, Potter pulled away. “Is this okay?” he asked, his green eyes fixed on Draco’s.
Draco, at a complete loss for words and oxygen both, could only nod.
Potter smiled then, sweetly, and leaned in to kiss him again. And while the smile might have been sweet, the kiss was not. It was dirty and fierce and hungry, and Draco felt like he was floating above his body, everything taking on a surreal tint, because surely he was not here in the loo at the Leaky Cauldron, snogging Harry Potter.
It was impossible.
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