The Re-Sorting [Drarry, TW SMUT]

Bonus Chapter: Always

1st POV - Draco
TW SMUT 

The air was crisp, the kind of autumn chill that made the world feel quiet and still. Leaves rustled in the breeze, golden and amber, swirling like they were part of some great cosmic celebration. The lake stretched out before us, smooth as glass, reflecting the soft glow of the setting sun. It was perfect. Peaceful. 

Just ours.

And that was all we ever wanted, wasn’t it? 

Harry stood a few feet away, adjusting the cuffs of his simple black robes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He looked beautiful, the kind of beautiful that made my heart clench painfully in my chest. His hair was still an untamable mess, his glasses slightly crooked, but his eyes—Merlin, his eyes—burned with something so raw, so real, that I could barely breathe under the weight of it. 

He was nervous. 
So was I. 

But there wasn’t a single part of me that doubted this. 

Crookshanks sat curled up on a nearby rock, tail flicking lazily as if he wasn’t about to witness the most important moment of our lives. He had been a gift from Hermione—"every household needs a cat,” she had said—and somehow, the scruffy old thing had wormed his way into our home, into us.

Much like Harry had done to me. 

I took a slow breath and stepped forward, the sound of leaves crunching beneath my boots the only thing breaking the silence. When I stopped in front of him, Harry let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. 

“You’re staring,” he murmured. 
“You’re beautiful,” I said simply. 

Harry’s ears went pink, and it made something warm settle in my chest. 

He reached for my hands, his fingers sliding against mine, warm and steady. “Are you ready?” 

I swallowed hard and nodded. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” 

We hadn’t wanted anything grand. No audience, no expectations, no fanfare. Just this. Just us. 

Harry squeezed my hands, his green eyes soft with something I still wasn’t sure I deserved. But he looked at me like I did. Like I had always deserved this. 

He took a steadying breath, and then he spoke. 

**Harry’s Vows** 

“Draco,” he started, his voice quiet but firm, “for most of my life, I never thought I’d have this. I never thought I’d make it to the future, let alone build one. But then you happened. And suddenly, the idea of tomorrow didn’t seem so impossible anymore.” 

He exhaled shakily, his grip tightening around mine. “You once told me you didn’t know how to exist without waiting for the other shoe to drop. I know that feeling. But with you, I finally feel like I can just...be. Not a hero. Not a savior. Just Harry.” 

A lump formed in my throat as he continued. 

“I promise to stand beside you, even on the days when the past feels too heavy. I promise to remind you that you deserve to be happy, that you deserve to be loved. Always. I promise to fight for us, always.” 

He smiled, small and earnest. “I choose you. In every life, in every world, in every single version of who we are. It’s always you.” 

I swallowed hard, barely able to breathe. 

But then it was my turn. 

**Draco’s Vows** 

“Harry,” I whispered, forcing air back into my lungs. “You once told me that if you run from what you want, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.” I let out a shaky breath. “I spent so much of my life afraid of wanting things. Afraid of wanting you.”