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The Bookshop, Part 59

Title: The bookshop, part 59
Author/Artist: [personal profile] digthewriter
Written for: Challenge Prompt 354: One Step Forward for [community profile] harry100 + Prompt 59 Individuality for [community profile] draco100. Challenge 555: Temporary for [community profile] dracoharry100
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco/Harry
Rating: PG
Word count: 100x5
Notes: The next part in the series: "The Bookshop"

Draco allowed Harry to Apparate him to his flat. Surprisingly, Draco had no idea, it was in the basement of the bookshop.

"So you just live here. All the time?" Draco asked.

Harry shrugged.

"I bought the shop, decided I didn't want to live in Grimmauld Place because that place is…" he shuddered, "and it was only the most logical conclusion."

"On my days off I spend time with my friends. Otherwise, if needed, I'm always around. I do have to run the shop if someone is out sick or decides to quit last minute."

"Hmm…" Draco said looking around Harry's living room. There were a few books on the shelves, mostly bearing the mark of wear-and-tear a book gets from being read over and over again. As he reached the far corner of the room, he felt Harry tug on his arm and then pull him close.

"Come here," Harry said, burying his face in Draco's neck. "Are you impressed or pretending to be not impressed but really just jealous I live under a bookshop?"

Draco snorted. If anything, he was nervous.

"Are you comfortable?" Harry asked, sounding worried.

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"I…" he paused for a moment. "I don't want to read too much into it, but your body's rigid. You were loads from flexible in your home. I told you before, I'll be sleeping on the sofa. So I mean… no expectations, yeah? Just talking and…"

"And if you recall, Potter," Draco said turning around in Harry's arms, "the last time you tried to make an assumption on my modest behaviour—"

"Right. You're totally right. Every time I think I have you figured out, I'm completely wrong. So just tell me. What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why are you nervous?"

"Who says I'm nervous?"

"Draco…" Harry said with a soft tone. "If you wish to go home, or want me to back off…" He started to step away but Draco held onto him.

"No," Draco said in a whisper. It'd been fun and games, for lack of a better word. He felt safe at his home but now, he was in a totally different setting. He buried his face in Harry's neck, mumbling, "I've had uh…lovers…"

"But none as sexy as me?" Harry's tone was teasing; his gentle laugh vibrated through Draco's body.

"You're just so full of it, Potter," Draco said, though he knew he didn't sound annoyed.

"Remember when I said…we don't have to be polite with each other? I like when you talk to me straight. When you're free."

"I'm afraid," Draco said, more breathed into Harry's skin. "Afraid of losing myself in you." He meant it. Draco was always afraid of losing his individuality. It was why he was petrified of falling in love.

"Oh, Draco…" Harry said, his tone hushed. "You don't even know."

"Know what?" Draco asked, looking up. They locked eyes; Harry licked his lower lip before speaking again.

"I've already lost myself to you."

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