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You guys this one took a life of it’s own, im sorry it came out so long, i didn’t wanna have to make another part.

well, without further ado, here’s the last part of this marvelous little story for the ever so kind @drarrymicrofic, prompt: Harry in winter ( i absolutely LOVED the song prompt by the way). Hope you enjoy it!

here’s part 5 in case you missed it

It was a cold winter day, and a blond graceful creature sat by the piano, playing a slow Christmas carol, his long pale fingers gently hitting the notes, a warm little smile resting on his lips wile he watched Harry struggle to hold a squirming Teddy on his lap. The morning light shone through the window lightning up Draco’s face, and suddenly Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of him. There was no way in hell that man was real, there was no way in hell he was Harry’s. A warm feeling quickly spread on his belly, and even little Teddy seemed to put a hold on his toddler writhing to watch that mesmerizing being.

Harry woke up to a lingering sense of warmth throughout his body. Hermione was calling his name from the other side of the door.

It took him a few good minutes to remember that the memory his brain turned into a dream was only that, a memory. His heart ached with yearning and he pushed the duvet aside, ignoring the feeling.

“Already awake, Mione, i’ll be down in a minute” Harry forced his body out of the bed, grabbing his glasses and clumsily putting it on his face.

The house was already awake and moving on full speed when he managed to step out of Ron’s old room. The hallway smelled of Molly Wasley’s special pumpkin pie, and Harry’s stomach growled loudly. He stepped foot into the kitchen and was lovingly greeted with a tight hug and several kisses from Fleur.

“Oh i’m just so happy you are going to spend Christmas with family this year! It’s been too long Harry.” Molly gently tapped on his cheek, and he smiled fondly at her “It’s torture you know, having all of my children scattered around the world like bloody ducks on a lake” She turns back to the stove and hands Harry a very full plate pf breakfast.

“Thanks, Molly” he mutters and leaves the kitchen.

The backyard is full of redheads, and each one of them greets him with slaps on the back, hugs and quick peaks on the cheek. He settles in the mess, relishing the feeling of family, wile excitedly discussing the new shop Fred and George plan on opening up at Hogsmeade. Ron is beaming, chatting with Percy about his promotion to Head Auror wile holding a sleeping Hugo in his arms. Charlie, Bill, Rose and Ginny are up on the air, chasing each other around in their brooms, racing to the fence and back. Arthur and Hermione are seated on a wood bench, in the middle of the mess, calmly catching up.

The day goes by as a blur, and before Harry knows, he’s sitting by the fireplace in the living room, side by side with Hermione, telling her all about Scorpius Malfoy and his Christmas gift.

He hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Draco all day, and talking about it with her seemed like the best option, as always, but watching his best friend’s face contort into a frown as he progressed with the story was not helping at all.

“Fuck Harry, I really wish you had told me that sooner” she whispered, a hushed despair running on her voice as she. chewed the inside of her cheek. “Because i’ve done something that is bound to end up badly.”

And there was it. The blonde creature was crossing the living room and Harry’s heart skipped a beat.

Of course he knew things were bound to go sideways, but seeing him, actually seeing him, not just a quick glimpse across the platform, that was all kinds of really fucking difficult.

Hermione had invited the Malfoys over for Christmas. Rose and Scorpius had grown attached by the hip and apparently could not spend two full weeks without each other. Since it had been eleven bloody years, she thought there would be no harm done.

The Weasleys were quick to Welcome Draco and Astoria into The Burrow. They loved Draco, always had ever since he saved Fred’s life during the battle, and quite honestly Harry was really pleased to watch them interact. Draco needed a second family, losing Narcissa took a toll on him, and Lucius had never been family to begin with.

Harry’s blood stopped in his veins as Draco approached, the slightest of grins up on his lips, looking as perfectly beautiful as ever and that was exactly the moment The Golden Boy knew he didn’t have the stomach to face this situation. His hands froze at his side’s and a shiver crawled up his spine as he stared down at the floor.

“Hi, Harry, it’s been a while” Draco’s voice tickled his heart, and Harry lifted his gaze to meet cloudy gray ones, filled with pain.

“Yeah, a while.” He agrees, and the sudden urge to touch Draco flooded him. His fingers moved slightly, raising to meet the pale skin, but before anyone could notice just what he was doing, a wonderful little sound of pure blissful joy filled the room, and Scorpius was throwing himself on Harry’s lap.

“Professor! Dad told me you’d be here! We bought you a gift!” Harry hugged back and turned his amused stare to Draco.

His delicate face was contorted into aa vulnerable expression that Harry couldn’t quite place, his eyebrows stitched together on a frown and his lips locked in a thin line, and then just as fast as it came it went away, and Draco put on once again the solid emotionless grin. Harry recalled seeing that quick exact combination of features in Draco’s face only once before, on top of the Astronomy tower, moments away from taking a life. Pain. Pure and striking pain. Realization hits him like a truck as he slowly lets go of Scorpius, realizing just what he was doing.

Brilliant, Harry. Rubbing it in. Showing him just what it could have been. Oh, Merlin i’m such a moron.

Harry desperately wants to kiss the pain away from his mirror eyes, he wants to take his hands and hold his body, to shield him from any possible harm. It almost felt like he was 17 all over again, falling madly in love with his former nemesis, his best friend, and the sensation sparks courage inside his heart, a little seed of untamed bravery that led him back to Ron’s old room, into the pocket of his dirty robes.

As soon as everyone is comfortable and chatting care-freely, Harry slips away into the pile of neatly folded and not-dirty-enough-to-wash clothes by his temporary bed. His hands find the note, and he ads another line to the letter, two more words that could quite possibly change the world.

Draco is sitting across from Ron when he returns, playing chess. They were talking, but Draco wasn’t really paying attention, his eyes were searching without permission for a glimpse of green eyes filled with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, it had always been that way, he had always been looking for Harry, even when he didn’t quite understand what that meant.

“You lost, again” Ron’s voice was content, relishing in victory

“You know very well I was going easy on you, Wesel” To be perfectly honest, Draco was not even trying to beat him, he was to busy watching Harry cross the room on his direction, holding a piece of paper too familiar to be unrelated. He had a purposeful look on his face, and with nothing but a smile he handed Draco the letter before crossing the room to sit by Rose and Scorpius. Ron looked puzzled, eyebrows almost meeting his hair line and Draco, not wanting to cause a scene, put the letter into his back pocket, praying that, whatever it was, it could wait.

Molly strode inside the living room, and announced dinner, guiding her children to the backyard where a huge table had been arranged to accommodate everyone. In groups, they all left the house, but Draco stayed behind, clutching the paper in his fingers and aching to read it.

When he finally got alone, he unfolded the parchment, recognizing instantly his own handwriting. His heat dropped.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

How in bloody hell was Harry in possession of that embarrassing thing was beyond his understanding. It had been careless, of course. Drunken letter-writing was never a good idea, but Draco didn’t remember actually sending it. It had been written back in October, and Draco could not possibly had been dumb enough to actually send it. Absolutely mortified, he devoured every line, realizing that in the bottom of the papal there was a new addition, fresh ink. Two new words. A world of new-old possibilities. Hope.

Do over?

#so damn long i’m sorry #drarrymicrofic #drarry #baby scorpius #im so sad its over #but at the same time i love it with all of my being

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