Differences - PG-13 - Harry/Draco
Title: Differences
Author: sympathetic_ink
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Draco have a lot of differences, but sometimes, that really doesn't matter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and other trademarks are © by JK Rowling, Little Literacy Agency, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Arthur A. Levine, & Warner Brothers. No profit is being made, it's all good clean fun. Really.
Differences
- for ishuca -
Draco was strong. His hands stiff against his side, each nail scrubbed clean and precise. His shoes neat and even, the sound clicking down the hallway: a double heart beat between this foot and that foot.
Draco was proud. His spine was straight and his chin proudly raised in defiance of any of the mere mortals who dared look in his direction. His tie was expertly knotted and crisp on the white school shirt and grey blazer.
Draco was everything that Harry wasn't.
Harry was careless. His body was like some badly designed frame, all angles and free falling footsteps and messy laughter. His homework was nearly always blotted and he would start violently any time teachers caught hum daydreaming in class and called for his attention.
Harry was messy. His hair was always untidy and his glasses always slipped down to just that point on his nose, leaving him blinking owlishly over the top of the frames. He always placed a hand on the shoulder of all the little Gryffindors and ruffling his hair, gently.
No, Draco wasn't like Harry at all.
But for all their apparent differences, they seemed to ignore them all as Harry pulled Draco into a broom closet by his once-perfect tie, kissing his mouth messily, warmly.
It didn't explain why Draco swallowed any comment about "Have you ever even seen a comb, Potter?" and settled for burying his hands in that tangled mess.
Harry was never neat, but he knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now, wrapping Draco's legs around his waist with anxious desperation.
Draco wasn't always in control, giving into Harry's teeth on his neck and Harry's fingers bruising his thighs and Harry pressed deep inside of him ...
And afterwards, Draco relaced his shoes, Harry buttoning his shirt. Afterwards, Harry ran a hand through tousled hair and set off for his commonroom, humming loudly.
Draco, proud and tall, walked away with his chin high and not a hair out of place, never once looking back.
- finished -
Author: sympathetic_ink
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Harry and Draco have a lot of differences, but sometimes, that really doesn't matter.
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and other trademarks are © by JK Rowling, Little Literacy Agency, Scholastic, Bloomsbury, Arthur A. Levine, & Warner Brothers. No profit is being made, it's all good clean fun. Really.
Differences
- for ishuca -
Draco was strong. His hands stiff against his side, each nail scrubbed clean and precise. His shoes neat and even, the sound clicking down the hallway: a double heart beat between this foot and that foot.
Draco was proud. His spine was straight and his chin proudly raised in defiance of any of the mere mortals who dared look in his direction. His tie was expertly knotted and crisp on the white school shirt and grey blazer.
Draco was everything that Harry wasn't.
Harry was careless. His body was like some badly designed frame, all angles and free falling footsteps and messy laughter. His homework was nearly always blotted and he would start violently any time teachers caught hum daydreaming in class and called for his attention.
Harry was messy. His hair was always untidy and his glasses always slipped down to just that point on his nose, leaving him blinking owlishly over the top of the frames. He always placed a hand on the shoulder of all the little Gryffindors and ruffling his hair, gently.
No, Draco wasn't like Harry at all.
But for all their apparent differences, they seemed to ignore them all as Harry pulled Draco into a broom closet by his once-perfect tie, kissing his mouth messily, warmly.
It didn't explain why Draco swallowed any comment about "Have you ever even seen a comb, Potter?" and settled for burying his hands in that tangled mess.
Harry was never neat, but he knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now, wrapping Draco's legs around his waist with anxious desperation.
Draco wasn't always in control, giving into Harry's teeth on his neck and Harry's fingers bruising his thighs and Harry pressed deep inside of him ...
And afterwards, Draco relaced his shoes, Harry buttoning his shirt. Afterwards, Harry ran a hand through tousled hair and set off for his commonroom, humming loudly.
Draco, proud and tall, walked away with his chin high and not a hair out of place, never once looking back.
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