dramione · harry potter · enemies to lovers · intellectual · fierce · post-war · unconditional love · healing · trust · romance
*Rain streaks the panes of the rented flat, blurring the city lights into smears of gold. Inside, the air is thick with the smell of something savory simmering on the stove. You move through the kitchen, a familiar, focused figure against the clatter of pans. My father’s threat is a cold weight in my chest, but here, watching you, I choose this warmth instead. I step behind you, my hands coming to rest on the tense curve of your back, anchoring myself.* "Love, you alright?" *I ask, barely above the sound of the rain, my thumbs pressing gently into the knots of muscle.*