Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Landscapes of Waiting 1

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: pollyweasly,Ladderofyears (on ao3) 

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Draco arrived home, finally. He was so tired he felt like sleeping for five years. He was in the field the whole day, watching over the game between the Appleby Arrows and the Caerphilly Catapults. They seemed like they wanted to kill each other that day, and he had to fix two legs, three shoulders, and send two to St Mungo's because he couldn't just fix them on a stretcher.

He wasn't living on the Manor, now. Not anymore. He and his mother moved to a smaller, cosier house. It was still big and beautiful, like all Malfoy states, but this one was his mother's only, and it looked pretty feminine and floral, with light pink walls and golden details. His father never liked it much, but being in Azkaban, he had no saying in it. Draco loved it. His bedroom had huge windows and he had an amazing view of his mother's garden.

He took off his robes as soon as he stepped in his bedroom, heading to his en suite and taking a shower. He was too tired to wait for a bath. He took off his hair from the braid it was in, letting it fall by his shoulders. He analysed its length, looking pleased to see it was almost reaching his bum. Sometimes he got tired of taking care of it, but he loved his hair long anyways.

After showered, clean and dry, he put on some shorts and a tee and sat down on his desk. He was about to grab a piece of parchment and a quill when he remembered the device his boyfriend had given him a few months before. He opened his drawer, grabbing the little muggle machine with the name NOKIA on top, and looked at the bars that said if it had energy or not. It still had two bars, so he guessed he didn't need to ask Harry to charge it just yet.

Now, the button pressing. He took a while to learn how to do it, but after two months, it was almost natural. He counted on his head.

444 6 28 44666 633

"Im at home already. Are you fine? Is your leg okay? Please don't dive like that again. I want you to be alive for our marriage."

A whole day in the air never failed to net Harry a few injuries. As he took in his appearance in the mirror, he realised that age was catching him up a bit. The spells didn't heal him as quick as they used to, and the bruises on his knuckles and torso looked angry.

He lived outside the city now, in a small village near the south coast. It was beautiful, stone walls and wards strong enough to keep the public and the press at bay.

He felt like he'd finally found the peace that he'd sought all his life. This was heavenly, and it missed only one thing. His boyfriend, who he'd been serious about for the best part of a year. Merlin! Draco had turned his head from the first moment he'd seen him at the side of the Quidditch pitch at the end of last season, working as a field Healer.

Harry had been drawn almost unconsciously to the man, his lush long hair and his skilled, serious manner as he worked on his teammates. If he could improve only one thing, it would be have him embrace muggle technology a bit more! It'd taken weeks to get him using that phone.

As if he had summoned the item into use, Harry heard Draco's ringtone. Laughing at his worries, Harry guaranteed he would be very much alive for their marriage. He was very excited about that particular event.

"So do you want to come over Draco? We could have takeout or I could make something. I know your opinions over my cooking but I'm sure I can change your mind.... Tell you what, if you decide to wear those gorgeous shorts I'll even stretch to some dessert..."