Nacre by kuchi_sabishii
How is everybody getting through this lovely fic without dying? I have squealed, paused, gasped, put it down to breathe---It's so absolutely crazy. I'm about two-thirds through, and my eyebrows have entirely blended with my hairline. I want to shake somebody and ask how we got from this:
Summary:
Harry only meant to buy Christmas presents.
Instead, he found Draco Malfoy again, more than a decade after the war: owner of Wizarding London's best luxury apothecary, and had somehow become much, much fitter than Harry remembered.
Harry has questions, most of them inappropriate, and the only sensible thing to do with questions is investigate. Draco was definitely hiding something. Unfortunately, Harry's investigative instincts keep getting distracted by what Draco’s got going on under all those kaftans.
Featuring: food as a love language, the art of technicalities, ancient magic, Harry’s overactive imagination, and Draco’s spectacular commitment to making everything more complicated than it needs to be.
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To this:
"The cauldron answered, blooming into a luminous, unnatural green. Draco's eyes snapped open, and they shone the same colour. For one suspended second, Harry felt as though he were witnessing something he was not meant to see."
I want to be vague so as not to spoil it besides where I am but I desperately need people to read this and understand why I'm not okay right now.