this sequel was just as perfect as the first one, both occupy a huge space in my heart and i will love them forever and ever.
“Where is home, then?” Draco had asked, days ago, his arm over Harry’s shoulders, his lips shiny and pink from fish n’ chips. And Harry had applauded his own impulse control, barely stopping the words with you from tumbling out of his mouth.”
“Because that was home. He felt safer and more at peace in Draco’s home than anywhere else, even when he was just a patient. He didn’t know if it was the house, or just Draco himself. Either way, it was his haven, his refuge. Draco was his sanctuary.”
“You’re the only one who can make me feel like this, the only one who sees me like this, Harry, I’m so completely yours, I have been—” “Yours, Draco, I don’t know how, but it’s always been you,” Harry slurred.”
“Loving Harry was also the easiest, most natural thing he’d ever done, now that he finally allowed himself to do it. Loving Harry was just existing, at his most alive, the breath that moved in and out of his lungs without him needing to direct it. It had always been there.”
“Harry knew what love felt like, he loved loads of people, both living and dead. He knew, objectively, that some people loved him, too. But no one had ever loved him like this before. No one had ever been so focused on what he wanted or needed. No one had ever thrown him bodily out of the path of spellfire, or stood up to him for the way he lived, as one sacrifice after another, expendable. No one had ever draped him over their chest and covered him with blankets and called him darling, no one had ever held him tight while he slept, or made sure he didn’t have to stand with his back to a door, or washed his hair or called him beautiful. Exquisite. Ambrosial. Magnificent. You’re a bloody marvel, Harry.”
“Harry wanted him differently. Harry seemed to want all of him, petals and thorns and roots. He wanted Draco and only Draco, exactly how he was, with all the atrocious baggage that came with him. Harry wanted to talk with him, dance with him, care for him, wake up next to him. Kiss him until their lips were numb, make him feel safe. Wanted Draco so badly he would beg to touch him, feel him. It was new, to Draco. No one had ever wanted him like this, before.”
“Harry loved him. He loved Draco, probably too much, for someone only a few weeks into a relationship. He apparently loved Draco so much that Draco’s happiness became his own, he lived to make Draco happy, to make it better. He’d fallen in love with all of Draco”
“That’s what’s right in front of me, and I feel crazy, Draco, I want you so much. But I want all of you, I want to be around you, I want to call you mine. I want to come home to you. I’m obviously insane, because of course I love you, I don’t even know how long I’ve loved you, when the fuck did that happen? Was it sixth year, when I nearly killed you? Or maybe during the War, when you recognized me by my eyes, and lied to a room full of people who’d kill you for it? Was it feeling your body clinging to mine as we flew out of fiendfyre, or telling your mother you were safe but not that I made sure of it, or confessing to my own crimes so they wouldn’t throw you in Azkaban? Did I love you when I made sure the Minister would help you because I didn’t know how to, and threw away every stupid Daily Prophet the second I didn’t see your name in it?. Maybe it was when you walked into that hospital room, a beautiful man in a muggle suit, with a bloody songbird Patronus, that now flies from my fucking wand. I probably loved you when I couldn’t wait to come back to this house every week because it felt like home, because it meant being around you, close to you, safe…”
“You deserve to be loved, you complete idiot,” Draco muttered, frowning. “You deserve to be cherished, and cared for, and it might be selfish of me to claim that role, but I’m a selfish man, and an arrogant one, because no one has ever loved you like I love you—” he cringed, apparently unused to admitting it out loud. Harry held onto him tighter. “—I don’t care, I finally have you, all of you, to myself, I could never let this go, I’m fucking ruined. “I love you,” Draco repeated between feverish kisses. “I love you, I love you, of course I do, Harry, you bloody imbecile, I’ve always loved you.”
“It was worth it, every second of his life, if it brought him to this. Draco kissed him, and it was coming home, it was the inevitable rise and fall of water under the sun, it was the push of wildflowers growing unrestrained around his feet. It was leaping from a cliff and discovering that he could fly.”
“I’ll follow you anywhere, Draco.”