Hello to all humans/robots/aliens out there...
Looking for a fic, :)
I can't remember the name or title, but I know that it was about Hermione and Ron telling the story of how Harry and Draco got together. There was a fated bathroom scene, where they were kissing/doing who knows what else and freaked out some innocent older guy just looking to use the facilities. I also know there were a bunch of kids (and grandkids) they were telling the story to. I have a quote saved on my ipod, actually:
“We told them about you and Harry,” said Ron.
“Well, some of it,” added Hermione. “They are only children, after all.”
Draco laughed. “That brings me back. Do you remember that photo spread Colin did?”
Ron grinned. “Accio special photo album!”
A black-bound book zoomed out of a hidden cranny and fell open on Ron’s lap, revealing a photograph of Harry. His skin was oiled, his face was puce, and he was wearing nothing but a scrap of leopard-skin. As Harry caught sight of Draco, leaning in to inspect the picture, he turned even redder and the leopard-skin grew tumescent. It seemed that a Harry caught forever in his twenties still recognised Draco, whose face was a road-map of wrinkles, and whose receding hair was white.
It was almost enough to make you believe in something more than this life.
“I never really liked that picture,” said Draco softly. He turned the page. “This was my favourite.”
It showed Harry, looking bashful and his usual untidy self, his arms wound around Draco’s waist. Draco’s pale face was supercilious, except for the rare moments when he’d look at Harry and his mouth would go soft around the edges. Much as it was doing now.
“It was risqué, for its time, that spread.” Hermione took up her knitting again. Ron put the album in Draco’s hands.
“I’ve been meaning to give it to you, actually,” he said. “Consider it an early Christmas present.”
“What, you mean you got me something else? You’re slipping, Weasley.”
But Draco’s heart wasn’t in the taunt. It was there in the photograph with Harry, as it would be for the rest of his life.
Ron didn’t consider himself a genius or a great thinker. But once, when Harry and Draco had been sitting together, after they’d weathered the dark times, he’d seen Harry look at Draco and realised that Harry loved Draco as much as ever. He had even been prepared to believe that the reverse was true.
He looked away as Draco touched a hand to the corner of his eye.
Memories were slippery things to love. They were almost as inconstant as ghosts. But when they were all you had, Ron knew, you clung to them with every molecule of your body.
They sat by the fire, as the past stretched into the future, taking them with it.
... sorry it's so long. I just really want to find this fic, :D
Thanks in advance.
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