drarry oneshots

My Love Is Enough

Christmas tree at the Burrow was ridiculous. It scrapes artex from the ceiling as Arthur Weasley wobbles on a ladder to hang the fairy. It truly belongs in a forest, dominating our small living room the way it does. So why is everyone grinning? All of the Weasley children are hoping from foot to foot awaiting the go ahead to hang the decorations. Packets of tinsel lie unopened on the floor, not just the snake kind, but the stuff that's loose strips too. Molly plugs in the lights and they almost explode, their fingers itching to get going. The memory of actually decorating the tree is far shorter than the time it took them to make it beautiful all those years ago; but the finished tree is like a perfect photograph. Funny how these events stay in the mind when so much else does not.  Draco is smoothing out the stockings next to the Floo, whilst Harry watches the rest them cheerfully.  Well, mostly Draco.  He was so happy recently, finally recovering from the tragedies of the war.  But, who could blame him? Everybody seemed to move on so quickly, and Draco was the only one still hurting from it all.  He was abused, tortured, forced to take the dark mark... Honestly, Harry would've been surprised if he had moved on at all.  And, he'd never forget Draco's reaction to Harry faking his death.  Whilst Harry was being carried towards the castle by Hagrid.  Draco laid on the ground, his face closed in a grimace, is skin pale and clammy. Every few minutes he would scream, almost like being tortured, but worse. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then he would go quiet, just panting. Harry should have been there at his side, at least then he wouldn't have been alone in his torture.

Harry was quickly brought out of his head as he noticed Draco peering over at him.  And then he gives him a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through Harry.

"That smile is the prettiest thing in the world." Harry remarked, beckoning for his boyfriend to come over to his spot on the couch.  Most of the Weasley's snickered at Harry's comment, mumbling about how 'hooked' he was.  Ginny, however, was incredibly displeased.  She absolutely hated Draco.  Harry had rejected the young girl during their times at Hogwarts, which Ginny still insisted was 'fine'.  Yet, she constantly sent hateful looks towards Harry's lover and refusing to talk to him.

The rich aroma of the dish wafted down and beckoned them.  They could not resist the delightful sensations that whipped up inside their memory at the mere thought of delving your teeth deep and fast into the pulpy texture of the Christmas dinner that had been prepared by Molly (And mostly, her wand).  Everyone who had been in the lounge raced towards the dining room, hoping to get a good spot.  It was a grand space, to say the least. The huge mahogany table took up most of the vast space the dark, homely room offered, left without a tablecloth and daring guests to ruin the perfectly varnished shine with their unworthy fingerprints. Two tall, silver candelabras commanded attention from the center of the table, holding smooth white candles whose wax never dripped.

At this point, everyone was enjoying the dinner which had been prepared.  Draco held a wooden platter towards Harry. There was a piece of warm bread with a slab of melting yellow butter and a thick, hearty slice of roasted pork. Harry felt no need for pretentious manners and grabbed the pork, ripping a chunk off with his teeth.  He needed something -- anything, to calm his nerves.  Harry glanced around the table anxiously; nobody knew what he was going to do tonight.  It was supposed to be a normal family dinner, but he had other plans.  The anxiety sits below his smile, his actions, his silly jokes... So there I am, all amped up with no escape.

"Harry, love, will you help me with these dishes?" Draco asked quietly as the family chatted, placing his hand on top of his.  Harry nodded, having zero control over his body.  With that, the pair of them hopped up with their empty plates in their hands and headed towards the kitchen.  The whole table noticed.