Something Wicked - Drarry RP iamcrystalqueer and nymeria

Nymeria · **Posted:** Tue Apr 23, 2024 3:52 pm

“Oh,” Harry huffed out, a sleepy little chuckle. While he was tempted to agree, the novelty of hearing Draco wanting to linger in bed was enough to tug Harry further awake, both unnerved and intrigued.
Welcoming the embrace, Harry made space for Draco, happily wrapping his arms around his shoulders. Brushing his hands down the length of Draco’s spine, Harry pressed his fingers against the skin on the way back up, mindlessly kneading the muscles. The touch was full of appreciation, so enjoying the way Draco had filled out over the course of this past year. It came with the self-awareness of just how utterly pitiful it was that Harry was able to recognize that change by touch alone; how the feel of Draco against him, those very first times, was still burnished into his consciousness.
“Tired?” he asked with a smile as his hands wandered along; up the nape of Draco’s neck, and into his hair. “Or just comfortable?”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Wed Apr 24, 2024 3:27 pm

Draco was all but purring as he cuddled closer into Harry’s embrace, feeling like he couldn’t get close enough to him right in that moment.
“Comfortable,” he admitted, actually feeling quite refreshed for the first time in a very long time, but that didn’t mean that he was ready to get up and get started on the day.
Draco turned his head slightly to place a kiss to Harry’s clavicle, wanting to show every bit of appreciation he could for the man lying underneath him. It was honestly pathetic just how happy and whole he felt whenever they were like this, knowing full well that this wasn’t actually something that he could have; hence why he wanted to stretch it out for as long as he could.
“Very comfortable.”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Wed Apr 24, 2024 4:58 pm

Though Harry had maybe spoken it into existence himself, the confirmation that Draco felt comfortable in their embrace still washed over Harry, the sheer amount of pleasure it brought him sending a thrill down his spine. Despite the kiss that followed, the pleasure Harry felt wasn’t fiery or brazen, but instead increasingly familiar to the point where it was becoming hard to ignore just how happy Draco made him feel.
Perhaps for the first time, Harry allowed himself to entertain the thought.
Relishing Draco’s mere presence, Harry's hands continued to mindlessly draw patterns across Draco’s scalp, unable to return the kiss with another. “Me, too.”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Thu Apr 25, 2024 1:05 pm

Draco smiled softly, lazily, at that, liking the confirmation that Harry might be enjoying this just as much as he was.
“Good,” he stated, gently running his fingers along Harry’s side as he gently moved his legs as to be able to intertwine them with Harry’s. He was so keen on being close to Harry that it was hard to think of much else, desperate to soak up every single second they had together.
“Because I am not moving any time soon.”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Thu Apr 25, 2024 2:18 pm

Harry coughed out a laugh, trying to ease the pressure building in his chest when Draco moved closer. Closing his eyes, Harry could feel Draco everywhere to the point where he almost drowned in it; he couldn’t think of a sweeter way to go.
“Well, the lady said we have to be out by eleven,” Harry mused with a grin, trying to make light of it when really he didn’t want Draco to move, either.
Tipping his head to one side, Harry was finally able to glance down at the crown of Draco’s head, watching as his fingers once again carded through the blond. It made his heart flip in his chest, finding the sight to be so lovely.
“But there’s time, still.”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Thu Apr 25, 2024 4:01 pm

Draco simply hummed at that as he got comfortable slung across Harry’s chest, head resting directly against where his heart would be and willing the rhythmic pounding to wash over and comfort him.
It worked for a while, allowing himself to be lost in fantasies of potentially having a life like this with Harry, until he noticed the rhythm of Harry’s heart.
He hadn’t picked up on it at first, but now that he was essentially lying directly on top of the heart with his ear against it, he did pick up a slight arrhythmia that worried him greatly. It made him change his position, angling to look up at Harry’s face with a slight frown pulling at his brow.
“Are you feeling alright?”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Thu Apr 25, 2024 4:41 pm

Harry had already been looking down at Draco, and his sudden turn made something within Harry flip pleasantly, a little unprepared to meet his eye. God, was Draco beautiful.
Accommodating Draco’s shift, Harry eased his hold of his hair, instead letting them fall to the nape of his neck in a lazy caress.
“Yeah,” he said, a little dazed. Most of all, he just felt tired. If anything, he felt a little embarrassed, fearing that his expression was too transparent, that he had said too much.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Fri Apr 26, 2024 3:35 pm

Not entirely satisfied with that answer, Draco propped himself up slightly more, moving his hands from Harry’s side to his neck, two fingers prodding against his pulse point as a slight frown remained on Draco’s features.
“Are you sure?” He asked, wanting to be absolutely certain that Harry was actually taking the time to analyse how he was feeling in his body and not just giving into the comfort they were both feeling.
“Not feeling feverish or weird or anything?”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Fri Apr 26, 2024 4:40 pm

The way Draco suddenly moved even closer into Harry’s space sent a surge of adrenaline through Harry, feeling it like a thrill down his spine. Somewhere in the back of his mind he recognized the urgency in Draco’s behaviour and questions, the purposeful touch to his neck, but Harry’s mind was struggling to keep focus.
Instinctively, his hand left Draco’s hair to instead curl around the elbow of the hand at his pulse point, though, even then, it was more a returned caress than anything.
“Tired, maybe,” he attempted, just to say anything.
He felt his pulse hammer against Draco’s fingers, his heart rate no doubt elevated under the attention; Harry did indeed feel a little dizzy, but not unpleasantly so. “Why?”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sat Apr 27, 2024 3:23 pm

It was blatantly clear to Draco that Harry wasn’t realising what he was doing, however Draco was a little hesitant to sound the alarm too loudly; feeling bad about potentially ruining their little getaway with a too sudden ending.
“Your heart,” he started, the frown never really leaving his features, too worried about the progression of Harry’s illness to be able to return to their slow and lazy morning together.
“I am picking up some arrhythmia and considering everything else that has been happening it worries me greatly,” he flat out admitted, easily slipping into his more professional persona as a healer. “It may be nothing but I would really like to be able to conduct some tests to be sure.”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sat Apr 27, 2024 4:32 pm

“My - what?” Harry stuttered, struggling to jumpstart his brain enough for him to properly process what Draco was telling him; he did, however, manage to tighten his grip around Draco’s wrist, the smallest indication that he understood the gravity of it all.
“Draco,” he exhaled, a helpless complaint or a plea, so desperately unprepared for this conversation, for this upheaval of something that was so easy. Everything suddenly felt difficult so again, like it burst a fragile bubble.
His eyes roamed across Draco’s expression. Despite the frown so easily visible on Draco’s expression, all Harry could register was just how utterly, heartbreakingly beautiful Draco was throughout it.
“Are you sure?” Many times before Harry had argued with Draco, but this wasn’t it, his voice small, looking for a way out of something that felt increasingly dire. “It’s not just - I don't know, this -” what Harry wanted was to say you “- lying here, that makes my heart all jittery?”

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Apr 28, 2024 2:12 am

Draco always felt awful when he had to point out to Harry how sick he actually was and how severe the situation was, but he had also practiced a lot in opening up to Harry about his theories, so it would feel dishonest not to share.
“I think I have enough practice in both areas to be able to tell the difference,” Draco stated, his voice not unkind but more desperate for Harry to understand what the situation they had on hand actually was.
He gently allowed his hand to fall to Harry’s collarbone instead, wanting to ease Harry into what their next stop had to be.
Slightly at a loss of what to do, Draco leant in to kiss Harry, gentle and unhurried.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Apr 28, 2024 4:39 am

A flush bloomed through Harry, a mortifyingly intimate realisation that Draco knew the thrum of his heart well enough to dismiss Harry’s argument that easily. Harry felt bared open, at display in a way he hadn’t perhaps ever felt. It was awful and horrible, given how so many things inside of him he didn’t want Draco to see, and still, the fact that Draco knew him at all was enough for Harry’s heart to swell with love.
Never before had a kiss been as perfectly placed; it felt like life, like air rushing back into his lungs to the point where it made Harry’s ears ring.
When Draco dropped his hand, Harry’s let go of his wrist to favour the curve of his jaw, keeping him close as he stretched to return the kiss.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Apr 28, 2024 11:54 am

Despite having dropped his hand, Draco could still feel the beat of Harry’s heart, unable to stop himself from counting the beats and checking if the arrhythmia had been something he had made up in his head.
Draco gently broke the kiss gently with a kiss to the corner of Harry’s mouth, running his thumb along his collarbone as he tried to ease Harry’s mind, if even just a little.
“We have to go back to the manor,” Draco stated with a kiss to Harry’s cheek, his voice soft but leaving very little room for arguing.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Sun Apr 28, 2024 1:51 pm

Though Draco was clearly doing everything he could to soften the blow, Harry couldn’t escape the feeling that something very fragile was about to snap the moment they left the bed, and that their blissful ignorance would be too short lived.
Tipping his head back against the pillow, Harry looked at Draco through heavy lids. Brushing his thumb across Draco’s cheek, Harry considered if there was anything left to say that could prolong this moment. Reality was that there were plenty of things he wanted to say, but yet again, they all died on his lips, unable to commit.
“Alright,” he forfeited.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Sun Apr 28, 2024 3:02 pm

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The walk back to the manor had been the longest walk Draco had ever been on in his entire life.
Even their return to the study did nothing to ease Draco’s mind and as he stood with his wand in his hand he dreaded whatever he was about to learn.
“Are you ready?” He asked Harry, knowing that neither of them wanted this to be the end of their weekend together, but they had no other choice.
A part Draco so desperately hoped that this would be nothing at all and that the heart arrhythmia would turn out to be nothing at all, but another part of him knew better than that, and that part couldn’t help but be excited about the progression; hoping that this would finally mean answers to what was going on with Harry.

Nymeria · **Posted:** Mon Apr 29, 2024 10:48 am

The nondescript Muggle clothes Harry was still wearing felt like the only tangible proof that they had only just returned from such a gentle weekend; otherwise, it had started to feel like little more than a fever dream.
Too restless to sit, Harry stood against Draco’s desk, the edge of the table digging into the back of his thighs. He clutched at it on either side of him, trying to keep his hands busy.
“Yeah,” he said, actively not thinking of how often they had done this exact exercise, and how it had never once shown any improvement.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Mon Apr 29, 2024 3:34 pm

It was with a heavy heart that Draco flicked his wand and muttered his incantation, feeling horrible about having to do this, especially when he could see Harry’s facial expression. He so wished that they could have just spent their weekend together and had had a nicer ending than this, but something in Draco was telling him that there was something very wrong and he knew that he would never be able to forgive himself if he ignored it.
The test proceeded as it had done so many times before, Draco being able to put away the guilt for as long as it took to conduct his test; knowing that he absolutely had to.
Inside though, he was cursing the luck that had befallen them, making him want to scream and cry that it wasn’t fair that he and Harry couldn’t just be normal people.
He was so incensed and in his own head that he barely noticed when the results bloomed on Harry’s chest, but they did it to such big fanfare that it pulled Draco completely out of his reverie.
The indication on Harry’s chest was bigger than it ever had been, the vulgar bright light so close to Harry’s heart that it almost made Draco sick to his stomach, head spinning with the possibilities of what had made it that way.
“Oh ****.”

Nymeria · **Posted:** Tue Apr 30, 2024 4:43 pm

From Harry’s point of view, it had always been hard to tell the results of Draco’s tests, the light of the spell distorting against the lenses of his glasses. Draco’s expression however showed it all; it was so ****ing unfair.
Harry almost swiped his hand across his own chest, as if waving off Draco’s spell would also erase the memory. Instead, Harry’s fingers scratched at the tabletop, trying to keep steady despite his own nervous itch.
“Draco...” Harry tried, voice small and vulnerable, desperately trying not to let everything run amok. The slight tremble in his voice betrayed that he knew; that he understood the gravity.

iamcrystalqueer · **Posted:** Wed May 01, 2024 1:24 pm

Draco’s mind was already running haywire, wanting to reach out for his notebooks to compare what he knew now to what he knew then and what theories might be realistic.
It was the sound of Harry’s voice that managed to break him out of it, the tremble in his voice shutting down any research that Draco might have wanted to do so effectively that he essentially forgot what he was about to do.
“Harry, I’m sorry,” he stated as he approached him, knowing that nothing he could say would ever be able to soothe the hurt he was inflicting on him but he desperately wanted to try.

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