(Drarry) Faking My Own Death

Content warning: contains smut, albeit not very detailed. Like no discussion of specifics, just that there's sex happening. 

"How do other people live?
I wonder how they keep it up
When today is finally done
There's another day to come
Then another day to come"

Harry didn't want to wait anymore. But at the same time, his brain wondered if this was a bad sign. He tried to reign himself in, use his ratio first and foremost. Let's go over the facts.

One. Draco and Harry were on a break, and Harry could give the signal to get back together when needed. There was no rush on this, and Draco had been an angel about this.

Two. Draco wasn't doing well. The break had been lasting for months and Draco might be starting to doubt their relationship now. And this was fully Harry's fault. Just because Draco said he was okay with waiting for Harry, he wouldn't wait forever.

Three. Harry had already made up his mind. He wanted to get back together. The passion was still there, the love was still there, and Draco was still the main person Harry felt could understand him when his friends couldn't.

Four. His friends were the most important people in his life. Their opinion mattered so much that Harry had been limiting his happiness because he had been scared to lose them. However, this didn't seem to be an issue anymore. Ron and Hermione were completely fine with this relationship now.

Five. Why was there anything else to think about? What was delaying Harry? Why was his body ready to get back on track, but was his brain slacking? Was this something to ponder over further? Or should Harry ignore it? Or was there something subconscious that was warning him by holding back and was it a good thing? Or was it all bullshit because he was scared.

Six. Harry was tired. Mostly of himself. Why couldn't he shut up his thoughts for once? Why wasn't there a hot guy in his bed right now to distract him?

Hold on. That might actually work.

It was about one in the afternoon, and Draco's hair was messy and uncombed, his stubble unshaven. His eyes were the size of dinner plates and he let out a strange chuckle as he allowed Harry inside the Manor.

"Sorry about the short notice- or well... the lack of notice."

Draco answered quickly: "That's alright, I just wasn't expecting this."

Harry shrugged and blurted out the first lie he could. "I know. I was in the neighbourhood."

Draco cocked his eyebrow. Harry chuckled helplessly. "Right. I- I wanted to see you."

"Hmm?" Draco dragged, his gaze playfully gliding over Harry's body.

Harry smirked to himself. "Not like that, actually. Not to talk, either. Just." He shrugged. "See you." Another lie. But to be fair, Harry didn't want to scare off Draco by coming on too strong. He'd wait a while before putting his moves on his boyfriend.

Draco moved his hands rather aimlessly. "So, if you're not here for that, then what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, I didn't think that far ahead." Harry let out an anxious breath, like he had saved up air to keep talking, but when he ran out of things to say he let the breath escape unused.

Draco looked around a bit. "I could give you a tour?"

Harry smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that."

With the first nerves of his surprise visit starting to settle, Harry was able to look around and he noticed that the Manor had been hit by a band of rogue fae creatures. At least, that's what it looked like. It wasn't bad, per se, just very different from before. Harry could barely recognise it. He had heard Draco describe his renovation, but he hadn't expected such a drastic difference. Pinks, blues, purples, yellows, greens, the lot. It almost seemed as if Luna had come over for some therapeutic redecorating. Revenge by paint-brush.