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Beautiful

Summary:

Harry allows himself a few moments of (sappy) reflection..

Notes:

What better way to celebrate my FIRST EVER fic than by paying homage to the Dracos from some of my favourite works!
To the Dracos I've fallen for, again and again in so many variations.
Listed above (in reference order) are all the fics to which I make grateful and loving nods (full bodied prostrations really!).
Please check them out if you haven't already - they're all so gorgeous and brilliant in their own wonderful ways.
I intend the utmost respect and admiration to the authors and I am incredibly grateful for the shoulders of said giants, to which I so desperately attempt to cling.

This was a submission for the Drarry Discord Writers Corner Drabble Challenge.
Prompt: Sunlit
Word limit: 369

Work Text:

There are many ways that Draco Malfoy is beautiful.

And not just in the classical sense, like when he wears those gorgeous lilac robes knowing full well how he looks in that colour – features softened and eyes glinting with promise.

No, Draco is beautiful in more subtle ways too.

Like when you take him out to dinner and catch sight of the dragon cufflinks he’s wearing, a gift from you some twelve years ago when the relationship was still a tentative, fragile thing.

Or when you’re into your 19th hour of overtime on Christmas eve and he turns up with food and an Invigoration Draught, nose buried in his thick cashmere scarf and cheekbones tinted pink with cold.

Or even how he looks when he’s concentrating, perched on a stool and scribbling furiously with the biro he said he'd never use, hair wavy from cauldron steam. When his “just a few hours” in the lab turns into most of the day, and though he doesn’t mention the coffee and sandwich you bring, he leans into the kiss you drop to his shoulder. Rests his cheek against your head.

Most surprising though is on a rough day when he leads you upstairs rather than indulging your self-pity.
When you're exhausted and haunted and burdened with responsibility, and he bathes you. Washes your hair.
Then guides you to bed and slowly takes you apart with his fingers.
With his lips and tongue.
When he whispers, "focus on the feeling of me" and slides into you deeply, one hand at your hip, the other cradling your jaw.

And finally, there are moments like this.
When he’s soft and sunlit by the morning’s first light. His long, graceful fingers curled into sun-bathed sheets and his breath a gentle, steady rhythm.
He stirs with a small sound, settles once more as his hand finds yours.

Then he smiles.

And it’s at once both simple and devastating, that each morning you can be loved by this man before he even wakes.

Yes, there are many ways that Draco Malfoy is beautiful.
But it’s in the small, darling moments like this, when he’s not trying at all, that he can steal your breath just the same.