Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

If You Love Somebody (Then Let Them)

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Author: Ladderofyears ( on ao3 ) 

angst 😰✌

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Another day, another lonely night
I would do anything to have you by my side
Another day, another lonely night
Don't wanna throw away another lonely life
No time to sleep, all that I see, are old memories of you
Yeah I try my best, but there's no one left for me to lose

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As Draco stepped through the wards to his and Harry's home he felt their familiar magic roll and coil over his skin. Harry and he were the only two people who could enter their Mayfair townhouse without magic. The only two people that could pass over the threshold without permission.

Harry and he had placed the wards on their flat together, on the very first night after the two had moved in. Their clothes had still been packed inside their trunks and most of their furniture had still needed to be Engorgio'd back to its original size, but Harry hadn't cared a single sickle about unpacking yet. The dark-haired wizard had claimed that setting the wards was the most important job.

"This is our forever home," Harry had said, sliding his arms around Draco's waist and letting his head rest on his shoulder. "I don't want a single sod here without our approval. This is our space, love. Our sanctuary away from the whole rest of the world."

Draco had grinned at Harry's purple prose but truthfully he had been just as excited as his boyfriend.

The first night in their Mayfair home had represented so much to Draco. This was the first time that he'd lived away from school or the Manor. The first time that Harry and he would be truly alone without their friends or family telling them the odds or butting lovingly into their relationship and their business.

Harry and Draco had chosen Mayfair together, pleased by its nearness to wizarding London but happy that they were amongst the Muggles rather than other wix. There was a freedom to Mayfair. Draco wasn't a supposed ex-Death Eater with a tattoo on his arm here and Harry wasn't the Boy Who Lived. The pair of them had felt anonymous here in this Mayfair townhouse; just another young couple making their way in their world.

Draco pulled off his boots and shut the front door behind him. His eyes flicked sadly over a pair of Harry's maltreated, tatty trainers still stood alone and abandoned in the shoe-rack. They were the grassy green Gola ones that Potter usually wore during his morning jog.

It was easy for Draco imagine the sight of his boyfriend bursting through into their Entrance Hall, clean sweat staining his tee-shirt and the scent of morning London sticking to Harry like a charm.

The wizard was fit as a bloody ferret so he'd barely be panting but that hadn't ever stopped Harry making a meal of his exercise. He would usually stand, his hands on his hips and puff out a long breath. Then the wizard would toe off his trainers and shove them away without a second thought while he grinned broadly in Draco's direction. Potter would always complain loudly of the insanity of Muggle bus drivers and usually add that they seemed determined to chase him off the road. It seemed wrong, somehow, that those trainers still sat there. Harry wouldn't be around to wear them, not for twelve long months.

Draco's eyes felt sore and prickly at the sight of them but it wouldn't do to cry once again. Draco knew that if he let any more tears fall he wouldn't ever be able to reign them in.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at his reflection in the Hallway mirror. He'd lost a bit of weight in the last few weeks, and his hair looked limp and shapeless. There were grey smudges beneath his red-rimmed eyes.