Fic: Precious Dragonfly
Title: Precious Dragonfly
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Pairing: H/D
Words: 352
Warnings: Slash, fluff, mild crack
Summary: Draco lets Harry sleep off an impending hangover.
Beta: None.
DISCLAIMER: I am not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
A/N: This was written for Challenge #23 at slythindor100 in which I had to use 20 specific words.
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Draco Malfoy sat on the balcony of the newly acquired Malfoy Manor, gazing longingly at the beautiful landscape. The sapphire blue sky contrasting romantically with the deep green grass, and he wished Harry was awake. Below the balcony stood the great apple tree he loved so much; the place where Harry had proposed to him May as the sat on a large rock in its shade.
It was seven in the morning and Draco would have given anything to spend the morning with Harry. He longed to spend it watching the sunrise together like they had that past summer on the beach, gazing out across the rolling ocean. Sighing deeply, he took another sip of his steaming tea.
Draco set his tea cup down and took a charcoal pencil in hand. He began to scratch at a piece of parchment. He really had no plans with his sketching. He was just looking for a calm way to pass the morning while Harry slept off his likely hangover from the night before.
"Draco?" Harry called from the bedroom, emerging from his sleep.
Harry padded across the deep hazelnut colored hardwood floor he adored, and stepped out onto the balcony with a deep frown on his face. Draco set his parchment and charcoal down and stood to meet his lover's lost glare.
"Yes, Harry?" Draco said melodically, smoothing the creases from Harry's face softly.
"Thanks for all your help. I know you put up with more than you should have last night."
Draco moved forward to envelope Harry into a tight embrace. "I love you, Harry," he whispered. "You have my heart and I would repeat my actions, if needed, for as long as I am in your life."
Harry placed a soft kiss against Draco's lips. "Was I a completely prat last night?" Harry asked worriedly.
Draco suddenly smiled. "Other than calling my cock you precious dragonfly all night, no."
Harry's head fell heavily against Draco's shoulder, obviously beating himself up inside for something so inconsequential.
"Though," Draco added with a deep laugh, "I would like to know more about your pocket rocket."
***
Ok, I have two complaints about my own work lately. First, where the hell has my angst bunny gone? Who stole it? THIEFS! Hahaha. Second, why can't I write anything over 500 words anymore. I need to break that habit soon...I have exchanges to participate it. Blah!
-Elle
Rating: R (just to be safe)
Pairing: H/D
Words: 352
Warnings: Slash, fluff, mild crack
Summary: Draco lets Harry sleep off an impending hangover.
Beta: None.
DISCLAIMER: I am not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.
A/N: This was written for Challenge #23 at slythindor100 in which I had to use 20 specific words.
***
Draco Malfoy sat on the balcony of the newly acquired Malfoy Manor, gazing longingly at the beautiful landscape. The sapphire blue sky contrasting romantically with the deep green grass, and he wished Harry was awake. Below the balcony stood the great apple tree he loved so much; the place where Harry had proposed to him May as the sat on a large rock in its shade.
It was seven in the morning and Draco would have given anything to spend the morning with Harry. He longed to spend it watching the sunrise together like they had that past summer on the beach, gazing out across the rolling ocean. Sighing deeply, he took another sip of his steaming tea.
Draco set his tea cup down and took a charcoal pencil in hand. He began to scratch at a piece of parchment. He really had no plans with his sketching. He was just looking for a calm way to pass the morning while Harry slept off his likely hangover from the night before.
"Draco?" Harry called from the bedroom, emerging from his sleep.
Harry padded across the deep hazelnut colored hardwood floor he adored, and stepped out onto the balcony with a deep frown on his face. Draco set his parchment and charcoal down and stood to meet his lover's lost glare.
"Yes, Harry?" Draco said melodically, smoothing the creases from Harry's face softly.
"Thanks for all your help. I know you put up with more than you should have last night."
Draco moved forward to envelope Harry into a tight embrace. "I love you, Harry," he whispered. "You have my heart and I would repeat my actions, if needed, for as long as I am in your life."
Harry placed a soft kiss against Draco's lips. "Was I a completely prat last night?" Harry asked worriedly.
Draco suddenly smiled. "Other than calling my cock you precious dragonfly all night, no."
Harry's head fell heavily against Draco's shoulder, obviously beating himself up inside for something so inconsequential.
"Though," Draco added with a deep laugh, "I would like to know more about your pocket rocket."
***
Ok, I have two complaints about my own work lately. First, where the hell has my angst bunny gone? Who stole it? THIEFS! Hahaha. Second, why can't I write anything over 500 words anymore. I need to break that habit soon...I have exchanges to participate it. Blah!
-Elle