Drarry One-Shots 2

they say home is where your heart is set in stone

prompt 108. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life."

"Will you miss this place when you sell it?" Draco asked, flicking his cigarette over the railing to get rid of the ash. Harry was a warm presence next to him on the cold February night. They were packing up Harry's old apartment together.

"I dunno," Harry shrugged. "I don't think so? I mean, I hope we'll find another great place like this, so I won't have to miss my old one..."

Draco hoped they found a great apartment too. Something just for them. Full of opportunities. "I meant more sentimentally. It was your home for the last ten years."

Harry looked at him with a strange small smile on his face and cleared his throat. "Home stopped being a place when you entered my life, Draco."

Draco stared at him, incredibly aware he was blushing and even more glad that Harry probably wouldn't notice in the dark.

"Sap," he croaked and gave Harry's shoulder a small half-hearted shove. Harry caught his hand and intertwined their fingers. Draco took one more drag of his cigarette before tossing it down to the streets wet from the rain earlier in the evening. He glanced at Harry before pulling him into a tight hug, stupidly relieved when Harry hugged him back just as tightly.

"What's this for?" Harry whispered and Draco tried to shrug without displacing any of the comforts the hug gave him.

"Just wanted to," he said, pulling back. "Should we go back inside?"

Harry nodded and took his hand again to lead them inside. The place was bare safe for the bed, the kitchen table, and the sofa. Everything else was in boxes currently shrunk and stored inside Harry's old school trunk. They sat on the sofa.

Harry's eyes roamed the room, scrutinizing. He could see a patch of clean mantel among the slight layer of dust where a marble lion Draco bought him used to stand. And on the wall, there were a couple of spots of chipped paint where Luna's paintings were glued straight on without a frame. There was a large burn on the floor from when Ron accidentally activated one of the WWW mini fireworks inside the apartment. The ceiling was bare save for a bright orange stain from when Ginny tried to die Harry's hair orange with magic so he would finally fit in with the rest of the family. He leaned back on the couch and a small book shoved between the cushions poked him in the back – it had H.G. written on the inside of the cover.

"Maybe I'll miss the memories of this place," Harry said finally. "'Cause everywhere I look I remember something else."

"Isn't that what home is?" Draco asked and Harry couldn't tell if he was anxious about his reply or not.

"Home is when you're stuck in Canada because you missed your last international portkey and now you have to spend the night in a crappy muggle motel because everywhere else is full but it's okay 'cause your boyfriend is with you and that night, the bed is just as comfortable as back at your place because he's sleeping next to you."

Draco takes a deep breath but doesn't say anything.

"We'll find a nice place and we'll make new memories and it'll be home because we're together," Harry said and squeezed Draco's hand in assurance. "We'll be fine, babe. More than fine."

"I'm looking forward to it," Draco finally replies with a hesitant smile, but a smile, nonetheless.

"Me too."

Kissing to seal the deal seemed like a natural progression of events.