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fifty-three | solaris

im so fucking done my mum found everything she shouldn't have found and im going to kms its not even funny

LMAOOO WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN AT LEAST ONCE A YEAR

~no pov

Thorpe Park was a successful outing, Draco decided. Even though Saw made him feel like his stomach had been ripped into three and used for juggling, he didn't throw up. And he was so unbelievably proud of himself for that.

Harry got dropped off at his, snuck back into his room, took everything he'd need for school the next day, and then stayed over at Draco's. Lying in his arms, they talked about the day like it was a dream.

Draco admitted to potentially having issues with eating again, and Harry rubbed his knuckles and told him it was okay. They both knew he wanted to recover, and be 'normal' again, so they didn't dwell on it too much.

"You'll be okay."

"How do you know that?" Draco asked. "I don't mean to feel this way, but I am. It's so much scarier than before, because before, I liked feeling this way."

"I just know it." Harry whispered. "You'll be okay, because you're Draco Malfoy, the strongest person I know. We've had ups and downs, and you've had ups and downs. And you're still here, and you know you don't want to be bulimic, and you're fighting against it. That makes you so much stronger."

"I'm so glad I met you." Draco kissed Harry's scar and rested his head back on his pillow. "You nervous about tomorrow?"

Harry thought about it for a moment, and no, there wasn't the nauseating feeling in his stomach, or the weight crushing his chest. He felt okay, and maybe it was because he was with Draco, but he felt okay.

"I'm not." He replied. "Are you?"

"Hmm.." And so Draco thought about it too. His throat didn't feel like it was being squeezed, and his entire body didn't feel heavy. He felt light. Tranquil. "I'm not either. You think we'll be okay?"

"I think so."

Harry woke up to the sun shining in his face. He had a natural body clock, perks of living with Vernon Dursley. Turning to face his boyfriend, he smiled at how at peace Draco looked.

His smile fell when he realised he had school. If he bumped into Dudley, what would he say?

And the smile returned when he realised he was breaking the tradition. Every first-day back to school, he was left behind. Today, he'd show up to school with Draco, driven by a chauffeur.

i think year twelve will be great. i hope it will.

Harry got up, cautious of Draco waking up too, and grabbed his bag where he had his spare clothes. Hogwarts usually had some excessive uniform, but that was optional in sixth form. Harry chose to wear his own clothes.

His boyfriend would also wear his own clothes, but formal and posh as ever, he insisted on wearing a black suit. Harry didn't mind; he found Draco dressed in all black very attractive.

So did half the girls in school.

"Morning." Draco's raspy morning voice made Harry jump as he left Draco's en-suite.

"Morning." Harry replied, already dressed and ready to leave.

He didn't take nearly as long as Draco, who, despite not gelling his hair anymore, still took time to make it look decent. It was worth it.

"You look like you're going to a wedding."

Draco grinned. "Ours?"

Harry blushed. Talking about their own wedding made him long for the future to come quickly. After all, Harry could see himself married to the boy in front of him.