I Still Call It Love, Harry Potter Slash, PG 13+
Title: I still call it love
Rating: PG 13+
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Challange: 4 red things, 3 food items, 2 socks and 1 quote (adapted Don Byas - You call it madness, but i call it love)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no-one, Harry, Draco and those around them are the works of J.K.Rowling. I don't profit in any way from my use of them.
Notes: I'm not new to this community, nor slash fandom writing. I am however, fairly new to to Harry Potter Slash though the idea of it does appeal to my innane HP interest and my kinky way of slashing together unsuspecting people :P
Onto the fic i guess
Comments are loved and constrictive Crit. is much appreciated
I Still Call It Love
The sun rose a crimson red across the rocky grounds, illuminating the castle beneath its warming glow. Students stirred inside the buildings, alarm clocks ringing to wake those still asleep, and the scrape of feet on the cement floor of the great hall of those awake and headed for breakfast. A scraggy mop of jet black hair grumbled awake, a new day far from its owner’s mind. Raising a weary hand, delicate fingers traced the throbbing red lines of the scar that crossed a tender forehead. Stepping out of the warmth of his bed, Harry drew himself up to full height, stretching his arms above his head, his mouth gaping open in a half yawn. As Harry’s eyes glanced around the room, his gaze caught on the contrasting purple and yellow of Ron’s socked foot, poking out the end of his bed. A smile crept onto Harry’s face as he remembered Ron’s disgust when he opened his mother’s neat present.
“There is no way I am wearing these, ever.” Ron’s face contorted in disgust as he held up a pair of purple and yellow bed socks, a small, handwritten note from his mother falling from his clutches. Harry doubled over as Ron read it, sighing loudly as it told him that they better be worn, or else they were the only thing he would be receiving this year.
Ron’s temptation to throw them onto the fire subsided over the following weeks, and the sudden cold snaps Hogwarts had been receiving had caused the dreaded socks to be extracted from his trunk and put to use.
Stepping over the general mess of the boy’s dormitory floor, Harry headed towards the shower, hoping the soothing flow of water would calm his jittery nerves as he thought about today.
Chatter amongst the students still reached Harry’s ears as he found a seat on the Gryffindor table for breakfast. It was if nothing had changed when Harry’s world had been turned upside down. His stomach turned as he watched the students around him tuck into a hearty breakfast, opting instead for a piece of dry toast. Dark eyes caught on a flash of green robes, the loud booming laughter of his enemy and the shock of bleach blonde hair. Hermione rolled her eyes, moaning something about showing off to whoever would listen, but Harry was focusing instead on Draco, his body movements fascinating. A dribble of maple syrup slipped down Draco’s chin, the flash of a tongue and it was gone, another pancake being placed inside his mouth.
Harry stood, confused glances cast his way from the friends who surrounded him. Turning, he glanced quickly towards Draco, who seemed ignorant to his movements. Now annoyed, Harry rushed past several students out into the hall. Standing facing the wall, Harry forced his head into the stones, cursing his heart for leaving him like this. He didn’t notice the gentle hands that rested on his waist, a soft body moving behind him, pressing into his back. Harry relaxed into the safe arms, his pounding head stopping at the soft crooning that escaped a pair of lips next to Harry’s ear.
He felt himself being led out of view, towards a forgotten room at the end of the corridor. Safely behind locked doors, Harry turned, his lips finding the others in a desperate kiss. Passion flowed from the pair as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, exploring unfamiliar territory. Harry opened his eyes, peering into those of his enemy. Draco’s lips, puffy and red from the heated kiss, formed a smile, reflected in his eyes. Harry reached out, running his hand through Draco’s soft hair, marvelling at how soft it was. His thumb slipped, resting on Draco’s cheek. Electricity sparked from within Harry’s body as his fingers moved along Draco’s face, tracing the smooth red lips. They opened slightly, and caught Harry’s thumb within them, the soft, wet warmth of Draco’s mouth causing Harry to shiver. The hands that found themselves on Harry’s waist began to trace idle patterns up and down his side, pulling their bodies closer together so their hips were grinding into each others. No words were used, just actions, touched, caresses and kisses. Actions spoke louder then words between the pair and time seemed to slow to a near crawl as they accepted what had long been on both their minds.
~*~
Harry had spent the day distracted, caught on the morning before, unable to concentrate on anything but Draco’s graceful movements. Snape’s ugly voice sounded through the room, a scraping of desks bringing Harry back from his day dreams.
“I said pairs Potter.” The snarl caused Harry to jump, looking up into the crooked nose of his most hated teacher. “You will be partnered with Draco.” Harry almost smiled, catching himself just in time. He glanced at Draco, who was showing his displeasement in a loud fashion across the classroom. Harry moved, casting his equipment down into the vacant seat next to Draco. Together they scribbled down note required of them for their assignment, working in silence a touch closer then necessary. Harry ripped off the corner of his parchment, scribbling down a tiny note and sliding it on the desk towards Draco’s body. What am I to you? Draco grimaced, flicking his eyes up to meet Harry’s expectant ones. A scowl crossed his face and Harry’s heart dropped. Bile caught in the back of his throat as he faced loosing the only thing holding him together. Even if they had only managed to exist for just over half a day, Harry was in deep and his heart broke when he thought about his life before. A small piece of parchment found it’s was under Harry’s nose, Draco’s curly handwriting in one solitary word across the paper. Everything.
~*~
As night fell with a soft sprinkling of late winter snow, two teenagers walked the grounds, happily in each others presence. Their being outside was unknown to everyone within the castle, as the pair moved towards the large black lake behind the far walls of the castle, out of sight from any prying eyes. Curling up into each other, trying to keep warm in the cold, Harry’s hands found Draco’s and intertwined into each others.
“This is madness.” A tender voice sounded, and Harry turned to Draco, eager to see his response.
“You can call it what you will, but I call it love.” Harry smiled, glad the other boy thought the same as he did. He curled his head into Draco’s shoulder, his lips placing tender kisses to Draco’s thick jumper. Draco ran his hands up and down Harry’s back, a soft rocking tempting the pair to close their eyes and fall asleep. Harry pulled up one of his grubby grey socks, the feint traces of snow on the ground making the sock damp. The dangers of hypothermia stopped them from falling asleep and eventually they rose, slipping back into the castle hand in hand.
~*~
A snowy white owl curved down from the roof, the 14th of February beginning with the sun shining through the windows. Hedwig landed next to Harry’s elbow, hooting softly. Harry turned his attention to the owl, untying the small red rose from where it was wrapped around its leg.
Harry felt giddy, how could one sentence make one boy feel so much. He glanced up, his eyes seeking out those of the one he knew would be watching him. With a smile, he mouthed a thankyou, assuring himself that later on he would show Draco just how much he loved him. He pulled the rose up off the table, bringing it to his nose, inhaling its sweet scent. A tiny piece of parchment fell from beneath the rose, landing on the table. The curvy, tiny writing across it brought a smile to Harry’s face.
I still call it love.
Rating: PG 13+
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Challange: 4 red things, 3 food items, 2 socks and 1 quote (adapted Don Byas - You call it madness, but i call it love)
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no-one, Harry, Draco and those around them are the works of J.K.Rowling. I don't profit in any way from my use of them.
Notes: I'm not new to this community, nor slash fandom writing. I am however, fairly new to to Harry Potter Slash though the idea of it does appeal to my innane HP interest and my kinky way of slashing together unsuspecting people :P
Onto the fic i guess
Comments are loved and constrictive Crit. is much appreciated
I Still Call It Love
The sun rose a crimson red across the rocky grounds, illuminating the castle beneath its warming glow. Students stirred inside the buildings, alarm clocks ringing to wake those still asleep, and the scrape of feet on the cement floor of the great hall of those awake and headed for breakfast. A scraggy mop of jet black hair grumbled awake, a new day far from its owner’s mind. Raising a weary hand, delicate fingers traced the throbbing red lines of the scar that crossed a tender forehead. Stepping out of the warmth of his bed, Harry drew himself up to full height, stretching his arms above his head, his mouth gaping open in a half yawn. As Harry’s eyes glanced around the room, his gaze caught on the contrasting purple and yellow of Ron’s socked foot, poking out the end of his bed. A smile crept onto Harry’s face as he remembered Ron’s disgust when he opened his mother’s neat present.
“There is no way I am wearing these, ever.” Ron’s face contorted in disgust as he held up a pair of purple and yellow bed socks, a small, handwritten note from his mother falling from his clutches. Harry doubled over as Ron read it, sighing loudly as it told him that they better be worn, or else they were the only thing he would be receiving this year.
Ron’s temptation to throw them onto the fire subsided over the following weeks, and the sudden cold snaps Hogwarts had been receiving had caused the dreaded socks to be extracted from his trunk and put to use.
Stepping over the general mess of the boy’s dormitory floor, Harry headed towards the shower, hoping the soothing flow of water would calm his jittery nerves as he thought about today.
Chatter amongst the students still reached Harry’s ears as he found a seat on the Gryffindor table for breakfast. It was if nothing had changed when Harry’s world had been turned upside down. His stomach turned as he watched the students around him tuck into a hearty breakfast, opting instead for a piece of dry toast. Dark eyes caught on a flash of green robes, the loud booming laughter of his enemy and the shock of bleach blonde hair. Hermione rolled her eyes, moaning something about showing off to whoever would listen, but Harry was focusing instead on Draco, his body movements fascinating. A dribble of maple syrup slipped down Draco’s chin, the flash of a tongue and it was gone, another pancake being placed inside his mouth.
Harry stood, confused glances cast his way from the friends who surrounded him. Turning, he glanced quickly towards Draco, who seemed ignorant to his movements. Now annoyed, Harry rushed past several students out into the hall. Standing facing the wall, Harry forced his head into the stones, cursing his heart for leaving him like this. He didn’t notice the gentle hands that rested on his waist, a soft body moving behind him, pressing into his back. Harry relaxed into the safe arms, his pounding head stopping at the soft crooning that escaped a pair of lips next to Harry’s ear.
He felt himself being led out of view, towards a forgotten room at the end of the corridor. Safely behind locked doors, Harry turned, his lips finding the others in a desperate kiss. Passion flowed from the pair as their tongues danced in each other’s mouths, exploring unfamiliar territory. Harry opened his eyes, peering into those of his enemy. Draco’s lips, puffy and red from the heated kiss, formed a smile, reflected in his eyes. Harry reached out, running his hand through Draco’s soft hair, marvelling at how soft it was. His thumb slipped, resting on Draco’s cheek. Electricity sparked from within Harry’s body as his fingers moved along Draco’s face, tracing the smooth red lips. They opened slightly, and caught Harry’s thumb within them, the soft, wet warmth of Draco’s mouth causing Harry to shiver. The hands that found themselves on Harry’s waist began to trace idle patterns up and down his side, pulling their bodies closer together so their hips were grinding into each others. No words were used, just actions, touched, caresses and kisses. Actions spoke louder then words between the pair and time seemed to slow to a near crawl as they accepted what had long been on both their minds.
~*~
Harry had spent the day distracted, caught on the morning before, unable to concentrate on anything but Draco’s graceful movements. Snape’s ugly voice sounded through the room, a scraping of desks bringing Harry back from his day dreams.
“I said pairs Potter.” The snarl caused Harry to jump, looking up into the crooked nose of his most hated teacher. “You will be partnered with Draco.” Harry almost smiled, catching himself just in time. He glanced at Draco, who was showing his displeasement in a loud fashion across the classroom. Harry moved, casting his equipment down into the vacant seat next to Draco. Together they scribbled down note required of them for their assignment, working in silence a touch closer then necessary. Harry ripped off the corner of his parchment, scribbling down a tiny note and sliding it on the desk towards Draco’s body. What am I to you? Draco grimaced, flicking his eyes up to meet Harry’s expectant ones. A scowl crossed his face and Harry’s heart dropped. Bile caught in the back of his throat as he faced loosing the only thing holding him together. Even if they had only managed to exist for just over half a day, Harry was in deep and his heart broke when he thought about his life before. A small piece of parchment found it’s was under Harry’s nose, Draco’s curly handwriting in one solitary word across the paper. Everything.
~*~
As night fell with a soft sprinkling of late winter snow, two teenagers walked the grounds, happily in each others presence. Their being outside was unknown to everyone within the castle, as the pair moved towards the large black lake behind the far walls of the castle, out of sight from any prying eyes. Curling up into each other, trying to keep warm in the cold, Harry’s hands found Draco’s and intertwined into each others.
“This is madness.” A tender voice sounded, and Harry turned to Draco, eager to see his response.
“You can call it what you will, but I call it love.” Harry smiled, glad the other boy thought the same as he did. He curled his head into Draco’s shoulder, his lips placing tender kisses to Draco’s thick jumper. Draco ran his hands up and down Harry’s back, a soft rocking tempting the pair to close their eyes and fall asleep. Harry pulled up one of his grubby grey socks, the feint traces of snow on the ground making the sock damp. The dangers of hypothermia stopped them from falling asleep and eventually they rose, slipping back into the castle hand in hand.
~*~
A snowy white owl curved down from the roof, the 14th of February beginning with the sun shining through the windows. Hedwig landed next to Harry’s elbow, hooting softly. Harry turned his attention to the owl, untying the small red rose from where it was wrapped around its leg.
Harry felt giddy, how could one sentence make one boy feel so much. He glanced up, his eyes seeking out those of the one he knew would be watching him. With a smile, he mouthed a thankyou, assuring himself that later on he would show Draco just how much he loved him. He pulled the rose up off the table, bringing it to his nose, inhaling its sweet scent. A tiny piece of parchment fell from beneath the rose, landing on the table. The curvy, tiny writing across it brought a smile to Harry’s face.
I still call it love.