take my hoodie ✓

im gonna cry we're finally here

if ur gonna miss tmh go read my new fic called healing its complete so ill publish regularly u wont have to worry ab it being discontinued or anything

i love all of u who made it to the end or have read my other fics i got the most love on this one so if im leaving u behind here that sucks but if not i hope to see u guys in healings comment section

posting on new year's eve, but happy new year anyways my loves

~no pov

"When I met Harry James Potter, I was a dick. Laugh all you want, but it's true. I was a spoilt, obnoxious, classist git. I know it wasn't fully my fault, but I'll admit it. I was a snob. I introduced myself to Harry in the worst way possible. I insulted his friend, and then declared that my family was better than most.

Harry, being the smart person he was, decided to decline my friendship. God, he did himself a favour. After a while, I grew and changed, and became a better, sicker person. I was mentally ill, and that's how I met him again.

I like to think that that night in the locker room was how we really met. Because it's true. I saw a side of Harry no one had seen before, and he saw the side of me I hid away from everyone, out of fear. He accepted me, flawed and damaged, and helped me become better.

I had bulimia, and was trapped in a toxic household. When I told Harry about it, he was there for me and helped me in a way I dreamt of, but never thought I'd get. We healed together, and spent months being friends who did everything together.

I got tattoos with him, drank and did drugs. Don't look at me like that mother, okay, I was a teenager. They do these things. Anyways, we shared our lives together, and fell in love. I fell in love first, or at least I noticed first. Harry's slow, you see.

Shut up, Harry, you know I love you.

Eventually things happened, things changed. We fell apart, but for the sake of each other. We spent time away, but together anyway, trying to be better for each other. For him, and myself, I recovered from my bulimia fully. I got out of that toxic household, and I watched my mother leave her husband. 

It was beautiful. Father, look at me like that and I'm kicking you out. You're lucky you're even here. 

When I met Harry again, we were twenty-four. I'd become a doctor, I no longer required therapy and I even had a coffee shop. We were together again, and it was beautiful. He accepted me, healed and matured, and I accepted him.

In the year we've been together again, I found that he wasn't very different to how he used to be. Boyish, slow and funny, and I love him regardless. He let me in to his life again, and I've never felt better.

I never knew you could fall in love with someone twice until I met Harry James Potter again. 

My love, you are the one for me. I'm glad I met you, and I'm so glad I'll never have to let you go again. You make me better. You're amazing, beautiful, kind and perfect for me. Thank you for letting me in again, and thank you for taking my hand in marriage.

I do."

"Draco, fuck, Draco I love you so much. Did you guys hear that speech? God, I can't compete with that. Right, when I met Draco Lucius Malfoy, I was shy and clueless. It's true, he was a snob, so I did in fact stay away from him. He taunted me and made fun of me, but honestly, he was pretty shit at that.

Don't look at me like that, Draco, it's true. 

Anyways, we met again in year eleven, properly. I didn't tell him everything, but he told me it all. I was glad to have someone by my side. I was anorexic, you see, and in an abusive household, struggling with self-harm and had multiple previous suicide attempts. 

Guys, stop looking at me like that, I've told you this already. Yes, it's sad, but I'm better now. Hermione take that frown off your face or you're getting kicked out. Thank you.

I refused to tell him most of my trauma, because it's trauma. You can't easily talk about it until you're better, like I am now. So, I let him in and told him about my anorexia, and together we recovered from our eating disorders. We confided about attempts, relapsing and just life in general. 

I told him about when Louis Clarkson sexually assaulted me in year ten two years after it happened. Thank you, Lucius, though you're a shitty person. Both Malfoys helped me get the man arrested and he's currently locked up for twenty-five years. 

I confided in Draco Malfoy for three things up until something happened- Dudley stop frowning, I told you, it's fine. God, you guys need to stop being sad over past events. Dudley helped save my life multiple times, especially after I got beaten half to death by my dear uncle.

He's in prison too, with Petunia, thanks to Lucius. Stop hitting women and I'll be able to respect you. Right, okay, sulk all you want, man, it's true. 

Sorry. Anyways, after that, I confided in Draco about everything, and then to a therapist, and to my friends. I escaped Privet Drive after my two gay uncles told me about my inheritance and went to uni. By third year, Draco and I agreed to go our separate ways.

But then we met again. Things were exactly the same. We fell back into place almost immediately, like nothing changed, but it had. We were both healed, and both stopped seeing our therapists. By my tenth attempt, I decided to just live life. I'm okay now, and that's okay.

Draco, the year I spent with you after meeting you again has been one of the best years of my life. Thank you for reaching out to me that night in February. February Twenty-Fifth is the best day of my life now, and I'll remember it forever.

You make me a better person, you helped me grow and helped me love. I learned to love myself and love someone romantically, thanks to you. You're one of the best people I've met, and I'll cherish us forever, so, Draco Lucius Malfoy..

I do."

By the age of twenty-six, both men agreed they wanted children. Only two, though, because who has the time, the energy, and the effort for three or more kids? 

One kid seemed enough, but both of them grew up as only kids, and didn't want their child to feel so lonely. Harry would've counted Dudley as a sibling, but he spent years being an absolute dickhead. Now, he was like a brother, but not then.

Adopting children would've seemed fun, but Draco and Harry wanted kids that looked like each other, so they opted for IVF surrogacy. At twenty-seven, Draco and Harry had a baby boy who looked identical to Draco. Same mercury eyes, same platinum blond hair. 

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy-Potter, they named him. 

A few months later, when they were going to have their second child with the same beautiful woman who carried their first baby, Harry found a child at his abuse help centre. 

Her name was Maya Taylor, and her father was physically abusive. She was only four years old, and turned up black and blue, crying. She looked just like Harry, with messy black hair and green eyes, but with a light brown skin tone. Half-Indian, half-British, her father being the British one.

Harry felt bad immediately. The little girl's mother died in childbirth, and she was left with a drunken mess of a father, who took to hitting a child as a way to cope with the loss of his wife. 

Knowing how she felt, partly, he took her in. Once he got the legalities out of the way, and her father jailed, Maya Taylor officially became Maya Taylor Potter-Malfoy. 

With two loving dads, a little brother and a support system wider than she'd ever expected, Maya's life became better, and so did Draco's, Harry's and little Scorpius'.

They were complete.

"Harry?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"It's cold, darling." The blond smiled. "Take it."

"No, I'm good."

"Take it. Take my hoodie."

fin.

12/12/22 - 20:40