Harry Potter: Satellite of Love
Title: Satellite of Love
Author: nein-blut
Beta: m-artsa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, fluff, drama
Words: 2400
Summary: It's time to celebrate, but where is Draco?
Challenge: For lomonaaeren through hd_500. Keywords were low, owl and owe, and the dialogue to be used was "Bloody bird, stop pecking me!"
A/N: This was a kind of hard fic to write. Thanks to
m_artsa for helping me out with this.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling and her minions own everything you recognize. Plz not to sue.
Harry woke up, yawned and tried to open his eyes. Bright light hurt his eyes and he closed them again, before trying to open them again. He felt his eyes fill with water but he still kept them open.
He stretched, and smiled as he remembered what day it was.
Exactly a year ago Harry and Draco had been on their first date. Harry had let Draco pick everything that required experience, from restaurant to wine. He had ordered the food - French red wine and amazing food that had chicken in it - and even paid it. Harry hadn't asked how much it cost but he knew the wine alone had cost more than he would have ever paid for an entire dinner.
They had went to Draco's apartment, had awkward, hasty sex and an even more awkward conversation in the morning. The conversation had resulted in the two of them deciding to try being together. Later on they had decided the date day was the day they got together, so now it was exactly a year. Their very first anniversary.
Also it was Harry's twentieth birthday. A huge day for him as he had been waiting for this day ever since Draco had turned twenty and started calling Harry a teenager and a teenage queen if he threw a tantrum over something stupid.
Harry hadn't said a word about the day but he was waiting for a lot of things to happen. He had been doing some research on wines and thought about buying some expensive Italian wine and asking Hermione to cook something amazing. Then they'd burn candles and have a bath together. Spending the entire day together sounded like a good plan.
He got out of the bed, called Draco's name but got no answer. He trotted to kitchen and looked around, checking out for any surprises. No chocolate boxes, no roses, no candles, no bottles of wine. Nothing. No Draco.
For a while Harry thought about getting totally angry, about just running somewhere, throwing a tantrum, getting drunk and then throwing up all around the apartment just to piss Draco off for leaving him alone. Then again, he didn't want to go that low. Yes, he might be a little bit sad for having to wake up alone but that was it. No tantrums on birthdays. He just would've loved to wake up next to him and cuddle for a while! But no, the blonde was nowhere to be seen.
On the table there was a tiny piece of parchment. It was folded, and Harry saw his name written on it. He recognized Draco's elegant handwriting.
"Morning, love. Wait for an owl. Wait for clues, and then come and find me. Meanwhile, don't do anything I wouldn't want you to do."
Harry crumpled the paper and sighed. Draco had a bad way of coming up with the most ridiculous ideas - once he had filled Harry's Toyota with roses and then let Harry sleep too long. He had been in a hurry and then he had had to clean his car. Draco had promised not to make such a surprise again, but this time was different. They were both on vacation because they wanted to have this day to themselves.
Whenever Harry had tried to come up with a plan, Draco had insisted they go with the flow, follow their instincts and do what they please.
Harry walked around the apartment, silently, not paying too much attention to the world around him. He sat onto the couch, watched TV, cleaned a little bit, cooked noodles, drank a huge load of coffee, took a long bath and then shaved the stubble away and trimmed his pubic hair a little bit.
He sat on the chair and stared numbly at the table. It was already past four in the afternoon, and he still hadn't got an owl from Draco. Draco had probably forgotten him. Gone away and would never come back. Maybe he had been in an accident! Gone away to the Muggle side of London, got hit by a bus and was in a hospital, dying, bleeding to death in the gutter or raped and mugged in an alley! His kidneys had been stolen and he was somewhere, dying. He had been kidnapped and sold to Eastern Europe to work as a prostitute. Pretty boy like him was a wanted piece of meat.
An insistent peck on the window tore Harry away from his thoughts. A huge gray owl was just outside the window, staring at Harry with its huge eyes. He stood and went to open the window.
A tiny piece of parchment was tied on the owl's leg. Harry grabbed it quickly and read it.
"By now you must be awake. You weren't that awake in the park back in June. Remember the tree I carved our initials on?"
Harry sat again. Oh yes, he remembered. He also remembered how they had been stared at when they had started kissing like their lives depended on it. After eating his marshmallows - Draco had brought a magical candle that roasted them in just the right way and made them delicious - Harry had fallen asleep and slept soundly, his head on Draco's lap.
Harry's smile faded when the insistent bird started pecking his hands, as if urging him to go already, go before it was too late.
"Bloody bird, stop pecking me!"
The bird stared at Harry angrily. Harry thought that if it was able to speak it would have told him to get his things and go before it grabbed him and took him to the park.
"Alright, alright, I'm going! You can leave now."
The bird flew out of the window and cast one more glance at Harry, as if telling him that it was going to be right outside, watching him and making sure he went.
Harry went, found the same tree and stared at all the initials carved on it. On one particular heart, and one particular initials (H + D) was attached a piece of parchment, and Harry grabbed it, tossing the pin onto the ground. He didn't unfold the parchment until he was sitting on a bench underneath a huge oak.
"Good work, honey. I think you need a reward now. Go to the Leaky Cauldron and order the drink I'd order to you today."
Harry frowned. What would Draco order to him? After all, they rarely went to the Leaky Cauldron, nor did they order drinks for each other. They'd just go, and they'd order their own drinks, drink them and go home. Or they'd drink until they passed out and wake up somewhere, but that was definitely what they'd do in the Leaky Cauldron. They'd probably... order something normal and quite cheap. Leaky Cauldron wasn't a high-class place and they couldn't order expensive drinks. The only drinks they could order there were muggle beer, butterbeer, muggle whiskey, firewhiskey and the most usual wines.
Wines.
Harry rubbed his temple. It had to be a wine, and it had to be the particular wine they had drank when they were at that very first date a year ago.
If he only remembered what it was! Well, he could go to the Leaky Cauldron and ask what French red wines they had and order the most expensive one. That should do it. Probably.
"We have Aux Serpentiéres, Château Beau-Séjour Bécot and Terra di Corsica", the man behind the counter said, showing Harry the bottles and visibly expecting him to know something about them.
"What is the most expensive one?" Harry asked. The man arched an eyebrow and pointed at the bottle in the middle.
"Château Beau-Séjour Bécot, it's 9 Sickles and 7 Knuts a glass", the man said, and Harry frowned again. That was expensive, so expensive that Draco would've ordered that particular wine.
"I'll take that. One glass, please", Harry said, reaching for his wallet, but the man stopped him.
"Your drink has already been paid."
Soon the man brought Harry the glass of wine and he downed it quickly, not bothering to savour the taste of it.
"And here's the message I was asked to give to you after you've drank", the man said, handing Harry a very familiar-looking piece of parchment.
He unfolded it and read the message.
"You've made it, love. Come upstairs. I'm sure you'll find the room I'm in. Just think about us, and the time we've spent together and, more than that, the years we spent apart."
Harry pushed the parchment into the pockets of his jeans, rushed upstairs, not caring to thank the man or even nod. He just ran, thinking about the room number. He knocked on the door of number 1, but no one answered. One year - that was logical. Then he knocked on the door of number 12 - twelve months - but the woman who opened the door wasn't familiar.
"Sorry, wrong door", Harry breathed and rushed to the next floor.
20 seemed logical - after all, Harry turned 20 that day. No one answered. Harry stopped to think about it. It could be 32, also, 20 plus 12, but that would've been too obvious. It also could be 2, as there were two of them, or 8, as they had known each other for eight years before getting to know each other properly. It could be 31 as it was the 31st day. It could be anything!
Then he knew the answer. He took the parchment out of his pockets and stared at the beautiful letters of Draco's handwriting. The years we spent apart.
Number 19.
Three silent, quick knocks, and the door opened silently. The room behind was dark and quiet, as if Harry had walked underground. He took one careful step, then two more, and called Draco's name quietly. The door slammed behind him, and almost panicking he grabbed the handle, tried to open the door and hit it with his fists. Now he was absolutely sure that someone wanted to hurt him. Someone. Someone who had had something to do with Voldemort, someone that wanted him to die because he had killed their master.
A funny way of tricking him.
Harry was beginning to panic. He kept hitting the door, and he hoped that someone, anyone, would open the door.
All of a sudden the room lit up, bright lights were flashing, and he heard a chorus of familiar voices shout:
"Happy birthday, Harry!"
He turned around, trying to force his eyes adjust to the bright lights of the room, and then he recognized the faces. There were Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and then... Draco, smiling brightly.
"Sons of bitches!" Harry yelled. "Fuck you, really! You all owe me an apology!"
Laughing, Draco hugged Harry and kissed his earlobe.
"Calm down, love. Now, if you will, there's a cake waiting for you. And 20 candles, and a huge load of presents. You know, we had to charm this room to make sure everyone fit here. And to stop you from killing anyone because they didn't tell you about this - I think you should know that the invitations I sent were charmed. No one was able to say anything about them to anyone but those who already knew about this", Draco explained, smiling. He snaked his arm around Harry's waist and his thumb found his way under Harry's shirt to caress his skin.
"Are you mad at us?" Hermione asked, smiling, but looking a little bit fearful.
"I guess not", Harry laughed as Draco pushed him through the crowd. Everyone was there - everyone that Harry would have wanted in his party, at least. There were all Weasleys, a lot of his schoolmates, a few teachers and some people he didn't even recognize. However, they all looked nice, they were smiling and congratulating both of them as they passed them.
On the back wall were pictures of people Harry would have wanted to be at his twentieth birthday. His parents, Sirius, Remus, Fred, Severus, Dumbledore, Dobby and even Hedwig were there. Harry smiled, and everyone in the pictures smiled as well, Sirius waved and passed from his picture to Remus' picture and they hugged. Severus glared at their direction, scowling and rolling his eyes, and Dobby looked eager to see Harry again. Harry's parents were sitting next to each other, James' hand was around Lily's shoulders and her hand was around his waist. Their smiles were bright and they looked kind of proud.
"Someone suggested putting a caricature of Voldemort there because he'd hate to see this but we decided it would be wrong to put him here, next to all these people", Ron muttered, and Harry laughed. It definitely would have been wrong, even if it was a caricature.
"And here... here is the cake, made by the best bakery on the Diagon Alley", Draco said and stepped out of the way. The cake was a total prove of Draco's utter love for his looks. It looked like Draco, totally nude, and a small maple leaf covering his crotch.
"You know, it's going to be creepy to cut you to pieces", Harry grinned.
"I know you've always wanted to do that", Draco smirked, and took Harry's hand. "At least five years ago."
"Oh well, things are different now", Harry said, pulling Draco closer to him.
They cut the cake together and fed it to each other, ignoring Hermione's hasty whispering to Ginny. She said something about them being like newlyweds.
Six hours later a drunk Hermione dragged an even more drunk Ron outside the room to Apparate them to their home.
"I hope we're going to get there alive and in one piece", Hermione said, shrugging, and waved. Harry leaned his head against Draco's shoulder and waved to her, hoping they'd be gone already.
"I booked the room for the night also. There's a huge jacuzzi there", Draco pointed towards a locked door that Harry hadn't even noticed before.
"Let's try it out, then, shall we?"
"Yeah."
"And Draco?" Harry said, smiling slightly. Draco looked at him and pulled his short body against his own, kissing the sensitive spot just below Harry's ear.
"I love you."
Author: nein-blut
Beta: m-artsa
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash, fluff, drama
Words: 2400
Summary: It's time to celebrate, but where is Draco?
Challenge: For lomonaaeren through hd_500. Keywords were low, owl and owe, and the dialogue to be used was "Bloody bird, stop pecking me!"
A/N: This was a kind of hard fic to write. Thanks to
m_artsa for helping me out with this.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling and her minions own everything you recognize. Plz not to sue.
Harry woke up, yawned and tried to open his eyes. Bright light hurt his eyes and he closed them again, before trying to open them again. He felt his eyes fill with water but he still kept them open.
He stretched, and smiled as he remembered what day it was.
Exactly a year ago Harry and Draco had been on their first date. Harry had let Draco pick everything that required experience, from restaurant to wine. He had ordered the food - French red wine and amazing food that had chicken in it - and even paid it. Harry hadn't asked how much it cost but he knew the wine alone had cost more than he would have ever paid for an entire dinner.
They had went to Draco's apartment, had awkward, hasty sex and an even more awkward conversation in the morning. The conversation had resulted in the two of them deciding to try being together. Later on they had decided the date day was the day they got together, so now it was exactly a year. Their very first anniversary.
Also it was Harry's twentieth birthday. A huge day for him as he had been waiting for this day ever since Draco had turned twenty and started calling Harry a teenager and a teenage queen if he threw a tantrum over something stupid.
Harry hadn't said a word about the day but he was waiting for a lot of things to happen. He had been doing some research on wines and thought about buying some expensive Italian wine and asking Hermione to cook something amazing. Then they'd burn candles and have a bath together. Spending the entire day together sounded like a good plan.
He got out of the bed, called Draco's name but got no answer. He trotted to kitchen and looked around, checking out for any surprises. No chocolate boxes, no roses, no candles, no bottles of wine. Nothing. No Draco.
For a while Harry thought about getting totally angry, about just running somewhere, throwing a tantrum, getting drunk and then throwing up all around the apartment just to piss Draco off for leaving him alone. Then again, he didn't want to go that low. Yes, he might be a little bit sad for having to wake up alone but that was it. No tantrums on birthdays. He just would've loved to wake up next to him and cuddle for a while! But no, the blonde was nowhere to be seen.
On the table there was a tiny piece of parchment. It was folded, and Harry saw his name written on it. He recognized Draco's elegant handwriting.
"Morning, love. Wait for an owl. Wait for clues, and then come and find me. Meanwhile, don't do anything I wouldn't want you to do."
Harry crumpled the paper and sighed. Draco had a bad way of coming up with the most ridiculous ideas - once he had filled Harry's Toyota with roses and then let Harry sleep too long. He had been in a hurry and then he had had to clean his car. Draco had promised not to make such a surprise again, but this time was different. They were both on vacation because they wanted to have this day to themselves.
Whenever Harry had tried to come up with a plan, Draco had insisted they go with the flow, follow their instincts and do what they please.
Harry walked around the apartment, silently, not paying too much attention to the world around him. He sat onto the couch, watched TV, cleaned a little bit, cooked noodles, drank a huge load of coffee, took a long bath and then shaved the stubble away and trimmed his pubic hair a little bit.
He sat on the chair and stared numbly at the table. It was already past four in the afternoon, and he still hadn't got an owl from Draco. Draco had probably forgotten him. Gone away and would never come back. Maybe he had been in an accident! Gone away to the Muggle side of London, got hit by a bus and was in a hospital, dying, bleeding to death in the gutter or raped and mugged in an alley! His kidneys had been stolen and he was somewhere, dying. He had been kidnapped and sold to Eastern Europe to work as a prostitute. Pretty boy like him was a wanted piece of meat.
An insistent peck on the window tore Harry away from his thoughts. A huge gray owl was just outside the window, staring at Harry with its huge eyes. He stood and went to open the window.
A tiny piece of parchment was tied on the owl's leg. Harry grabbed it quickly and read it.
"By now you must be awake. You weren't that awake in the park back in June. Remember the tree I carved our initials on?"
Harry sat again. Oh yes, he remembered. He also remembered how they had been stared at when they had started kissing like their lives depended on it. After eating his marshmallows - Draco had brought a magical candle that roasted them in just the right way and made them delicious - Harry had fallen asleep and slept soundly, his head on Draco's lap.
Harry's smile faded when the insistent bird started pecking his hands, as if urging him to go already, go before it was too late.
"Bloody bird, stop pecking me!"
The bird stared at Harry angrily. Harry thought that if it was able to speak it would have told him to get his things and go before it grabbed him and took him to the park.
"Alright, alright, I'm going! You can leave now."
The bird flew out of the window and cast one more glance at Harry, as if telling him that it was going to be right outside, watching him and making sure he went.
Harry went, found the same tree and stared at all the initials carved on it. On one particular heart, and one particular initials (H + D) was attached a piece of parchment, and Harry grabbed it, tossing the pin onto the ground. He didn't unfold the parchment until he was sitting on a bench underneath a huge oak.
"Good work, honey. I think you need a reward now. Go to the Leaky Cauldron and order the drink I'd order to you today."
Harry frowned. What would Draco order to him? After all, they rarely went to the Leaky Cauldron, nor did they order drinks for each other. They'd just go, and they'd order their own drinks, drink them and go home. Or they'd drink until they passed out and wake up somewhere, but that was definitely what they'd do in the Leaky Cauldron. They'd probably... order something normal and quite cheap. Leaky Cauldron wasn't a high-class place and they couldn't order expensive drinks. The only drinks they could order there were muggle beer, butterbeer, muggle whiskey, firewhiskey and the most usual wines.
Wines.
Harry rubbed his temple. It had to be a wine, and it had to be the particular wine they had drank when they were at that very first date a year ago.
If he only remembered what it was! Well, he could go to the Leaky Cauldron and ask what French red wines they had and order the most expensive one. That should do it. Probably.
"We have Aux Serpentiéres, Château Beau-Séjour Bécot and Terra di Corsica", the man behind the counter said, showing Harry the bottles and visibly expecting him to know something about them.
"What is the most expensive one?" Harry asked. The man arched an eyebrow and pointed at the bottle in the middle.
"Château Beau-Séjour Bécot, it's 9 Sickles and 7 Knuts a glass", the man said, and Harry frowned again. That was expensive, so expensive that Draco would've ordered that particular wine.
"I'll take that. One glass, please", Harry said, reaching for his wallet, but the man stopped him.
"Your drink has already been paid."
Soon the man brought Harry the glass of wine and he downed it quickly, not bothering to savour the taste of it.
"And here's the message I was asked to give to you after you've drank", the man said, handing Harry a very familiar-looking piece of parchment.
He unfolded it and read the message.
"You've made it, love. Come upstairs. I'm sure you'll find the room I'm in. Just think about us, and the time we've spent together and, more than that, the years we spent apart."
Harry pushed the parchment into the pockets of his jeans, rushed upstairs, not caring to thank the man or even nod. He just ran, thinking about the room number. He knocked on the door of number 1, but no one answered. One year - that was logical. Then he knocked on the door of number 12 - twelve months - but the woman who opened the door wasn't familiar.
"Sorry, wrong door", Harry breathed and rushed to the next floor.
20 seemed logical - after all, Harry turned 20 that day. No one answered. Harry stopped to think about it. It could be 32, also, 20 plus 12, but that would've been too obvious. It also could be 2, as there were two of them, or 8, as they had known each other for eight years before getting to know each other properly. It could be 31 as it was the 31st day. It could be anything!
Then he knew the answer. He took the parchment out of his pockets and stared at the beautiful letters of Draco's handwriting. The years we spent apart.
Number 19.
Three silent, quick knocks, and the door opened silently. The room behind was dark and quiet, as if Harry had walked underground. He took one careful step, then two more, and called Draco's name quietly. The door slammed behind him, and almost panicking he grabbed the handle, tried to open the door and hit it with his fists. Now he was absolutely sure that someone wanted to hurt him. Someone. Someone who had had something to do with Voldemort, someone that wanted him to die because he had killed their master.
A funny way of tricking him.
Harry was beginning to panic. He kept hitting the door, and he hoped that someone, anyone, would open the door.
All of a sudden the room lit up, bright lights were flashing, and he heard a chorus of familiar voices shout:
"Happy birthday, Harry!"
He turned around, trying to force his eyes adjust to the bright lights of the room, and then he recognized the faces. There were Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and then... Draco, smiling brightly.
"Sons of bitches!" Harry yelled. "Fuck you, really! You all owe me an apology!"
Laughing, Draco hugged Harry and kissed his earlobe.
"Calm down, love. Now, if you will, there's a cake waiting for you. And 20 candles, and a huge load of presents. You know, we had to charm this room to make sure everyone fit here. And to stop you from killing anyone because they didn't tell you about this - I think you should know that the invitations I sent were charmed. No one was able to say anything about them to anyone but those who already knew about this", Draco explained, smiling. He snaked his arm around Harry's waist and his thumb found his way under Harry's shirt to caress his skin.
"Are you mad at us?" Hermione asked, smiling, but looking a little bit fearful.
"I guess not", Harry laughed as Draco pushed him through the crowd. Everyone was there - everyone that Harry would have wanted in his party, at least. There were all Weasleys, a lot of his schoolmates, a few teachers and some people he didn't even recognize. However, they all looked nice, they were smiling and congratulating both of them as they passed them.
On the back wall were pictures of people Harry would have wanted to be at his twentieth birthday. His parents, Sirius, Remus, Fred, Severus, Dumbledore, Dobby and even Hedwig were there. Harry smiled, and everyone in the pictures smiled as well, Sirius waved and passed from his picture to Remus' picture and they hugged. Severus glared at their direction, scowling and rolling his eyes, and Dobby looked eager to see Harry again. Harry's parents were sitting next to each other, James' hand was around Lily's shoulders and her hand was around his waist. Their smiles were bright and they looked kind of proud.
"Someone suggested putting a caricature of Voldemort there because he'd hate to see this but we decided it would be wrong to put him here, next to all these people", Ron muttered, and Harry laughed. It definitely would have been wrong, even if it was a caricature.
"And here... here is the cake, made by the best bakery on the Diagon Alley", Draco said and stepped out of the way. The cake was a total prove of Draco's utter love for his looks. It looked like Draco, totally nude, and a small maple leaf covering his crotch.
"You know, it's going to be creepy to cut you to pieces", Harry grinned.
"I know you've always wanted to do that", Draco smirked, and took Harry's hand. "At least five years ago."
"Oh well, things are different now", Harry said, pulling Draco closer to him.
They cut the cake together and fed it to each other, ignoring Hermione's hasty whispering to Ginny. She said something about them being like newlyweds.
Six hours later a drunk Hermione dragged an even more drunk Ron outside the room to Apparate them to their home.
"I hope we're going to get there alive and in one piece", Hermione said, shrugging, and waved. Harry leaned his head against Draco's shoulder and waved to her, hoping they'd be gone already.
"I booked the room for the night also. There's a huge jacuzzi there", Draco pointed towards a locked door that Harry hadn't even noticed before.
"Let's try it out, then, shall we?"
"Yeah."
"And Draco?" Harry said, smiling slightly. Draco looked at him and pulled his short body against his own, kissing the sensitive spot just below Harry's ear.
"I love you."