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#1. Ignite. Watching Harry ignite the bonfire, laughing all the time with his friends, Draco realised that the warmth of the flames couldn’t compare with the heat in his belly.
#2. Villainous. “Triple chocolate pudding isn’t villainous,” Harry said, gently bringing up the spoon to Draco’s mouth, “it’s just a little bit naughty.”
#3. Heartbeat. The Healer cast a Heartbeat Monitoring Spell and, as a whooshing sound filled the room, Draco watched Harry unashamedly wipe away his tears.
#4. Solitude. The cold solitude of Draco’s Azkaban cell was broken only by Harry’s long, rambling letters.
#5. Lost and found. Draco had lost his name, fortune, and reputation but, with Harry, he’d found love, and that was better than anything.
#6. Survive. “I won’t survive another bout of lovemaking,” Harry declared, throwing off the covers, “if we don’t break for a snack.”
#7. Irresistible. The Chocolate Frogs that Harry had left in Draco’s desk were irresistible and, weak as he was, he couldn’t help but steal another.
#8. Expectations. “I don’t give a fig about society’s expectations,” Draco said, and he placed the Malfoy family wedding ring back in Mother’s hand.
#9. Ferocity. When Draco kissed Harry for the first time, it was with a ferocity that neither man expected.
#10. Black and white. Saviour Caught Kissing Disgraced Malfoy Heir screamed the Prophet headline, black and white for all the wizarding world to read.
#11. Balance. “It’s all about balance,” Draco bragged, showing off, before promptly falling from his broomstick.
#12. Radiant. “I thought pregnant people were supposed to be radiant,” Draco wept, sick as a Crup for the eighth time that day.
#13. Symphony. After sharing their first night together, Draco woke early, listening to the symphony of birdsong in Grimmauld’s garden, wrapped in tangled sheets.
#14. Inquietude. Draco was seized by inquietude whenever Harry left on a dangerous mission, unable to rest until his lover returned unharmed.
#15. Fire and ice. The flames dwindled to embers, the ice in his glass melted to water and, at last, Draco crawled into Harry’s lap, kissing him with passionate abandon.
#16. Remember. “I can’t remember why I ever thought this was a good idea,” Draco cried out, gritting his teeth against another contraction.
#17. Decadent. The restaurant was beautiful, and the food was decadent, but all Harry wanted was to push Draco across the table and to feast on his lover’s delicious arsehole.
#18. Secrets. “No more secrets,” Harry said, sat across the table from Ron, “Malfoy and I… Truth is, it’s been going on for a while.”
#19. Humbug. There was a big jar of Muggle sweets on Harry’s desk – humbugs, rhubarbs-and-pears, and mint drops – and, whenever Draco passed by, he always stopped to pinch one.
#20. Sand and sea. Draco’s sand speckled skin tasted of the sea and, as the sun set, Harry’s mouth moved ever lower.
#21. Promise. There was a hint of promise to Draco’s kisses, and Harry felt a thrill of anticipation about their night to come.
#22. Invincible. “Stop it,” Draco chortled, watching Harry hang upside down from his broomstick, “you might be the bloody Chosen One, but you’re not invincible!”
#23. Progress. “Yes, I agree, progress is slow,” the Healer said, showing Harry the chart, “but today Draco remembered the song that he picked for your wedding.”
#24. Serenity. For Harry, serenity meant trailing kisses across the soft, pale skin inside Draco’s thighs.
#25. Pain and pleasure. The pleasure of Harry’s Prostate Pleasuring Charm was so exquisite that, when Draco finally climaxed, the release was almost painful.
#26. Wander. Watching Scorpius wander about the Grimmauld garden, picking flowers and examining bugs, Draco thanked Merlin for the life that Harry and he had made together.
#27. Hopeful. Eighth Year at Hogwarts had been a series of not-so-subtle tortures but, in the secret smiles that Harry and he shared, Draco had found a reason to be hopeful.
#28. Epilogue. “This isn’t our epilogue,” Harry laughed, lazing on the gigantic Honeymoon Suite bed, “this is the first page of a new chapter.”
#29. Saturnity. “When you said saturninity,” Harry chuckled, pulling a bemused Draco into his arms, “I thought you were suggesting that we get naked in the forest and shag beneath the moon.”
#30. Wax and wane. “With every man I’ve dated before, my feelings waxed and waned,” Draco confessed to an amused Pansy, over tea and finger biscuits, “but, with Harry, they seem only to grow larger.”
#30. Why? “But why can’t I play outside?” grumbled a de-aged, six-year-old Harry, before sullenly sticking out his tongue in Draco’s direction.