FIC: Mirror, mirror, lie to me - HD
Title: Mirror, mirror, lie to me.
Author/Artist: DanishGirl
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books and Scholastic Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13
Comments: Written for the Mirror Challenge at au_harrydraco. Thanks to lvlysenbei for beta'ing this story. You rock!
Word count: 1.098 words
Mirror, mirror, lie to me
The cold wind hit him across the face as he walked down the street, never once looking back to what he had just left. He knew that walking alone would perhaps not be the best thing to do, especially not when you were as drunk as he was right now, but he couldn’t care less, all he wanted was to get away from this mess. He walked for a good ten minutes more before he finally stopped to check where he was. Harry growled loudly when he realised that he had no idea where he was in this god-forsaken world. He tried to look for a cab, but the street was empty. He glared at the buildings, searching for a street name, but couldn’t find any. He was lost. He should never have left the party. Why had he been so stupid to leave? He thought of his warm dorm room, wishing that he could just fly home. He even tried to close his eyes, clicking the heels of his green sneakers together like Dorothy had done in The Wizard of Oz. Not that he had seen the movie. Why would he have seen it? Okay, so maybe he had seen some of the movie, but not the entire movie.
“Just great,” he said, sighing heavily when the Dorothy-trick didn’t help him, thinking that it was probably because his shoes were green and not red.
He looked up, as if to find any clues on the dark blue velvet above him. No clues, whatsoever.
“Come on, Draco!” said a male voice, wakening Harry out of his thoughts.
He watched four guys run down the street, disappearing through a door a few metres away from Harry. The guy called Draco continued to talk on his mobile, obviously ignoring his friends. Harry followed his movements, his graceful walk. There was something aristocratic about the blond’s walk.
“Draco!” yelled a brown-haired guy, sticking his head out of the door. Harry could hear the music blasting from inside the room. He wondered what kind of place it was. He couldn’t see any signs, but that could have been because of the whole ‘let’s-not-light-up-this-street-so-people-don’t-know-where-they-are’ thing. Harry pulled his jacket closer around him, trying to shield the cold out. Draco had now reached the door, his mobile in his pocket. Harry took a step closer, pushing his hands down into his pockets. The blond had opened the door, but didn’t walk inside. Instead, he turned around, looking at Harry. Harry, not quite sure what to do, just stared at him a few metres away. The light from the room behind him lit up his hair, making it seem like he was glowing brightly. And then, this blond cherub smirked. Smirked at him! Harry growled, his eyes narrowing down to tiny slits. This only seemed to amuse this Draco-guy even more. His smirk broadened and he gestured for Harry to come inside.
“What the fuck,” mumbled Harry, confused, but nevertheless started to walk towards the other guy.
“You look cold,” said the guy in front of Harry, still smirking. “Why don’t you come inside?”
The dark-haired boy took a tentative step forward, entering the room. It was some kind of bar. The light was dim, yet from the outside it had seemed very bright. The blond boy pushed past him, and walked towards the back of the room, where Harry saw the four other boys sitting. He wondered what to do. Should he follow him? Or perhaps just get a drink, use the bathroom, and get right out again? He needed to get home soon. Winter break was nearly over, and he still had a few papers to write before school started again.
He gazed thoughtfully at the table in the back. They made no moves to invite him to their table, so he decided to get a drink. The bartender barely looked at him when he ordered a small beer. He drank it down in two gulps, wiping his mouth with the back of the hand. He ordered another beer, and grabbed it from the bartender’s hand before it was put on the counter. This beer he drank in two gulps as well.
“Vodka,” he said, when the bartender took the empty glass. “And keep them coming,” he added, giving the man behind the bar enough money for at least three shots. One after one, he drank the shots, emptying them all in one gulp at the time. His head was thrown back each time, exposing his white neck.
He stumbled up from the chair, narrowing his eyes to tiny slits, trying to find the WC. His gazed lingered at the table in the back. The blond boy was sitting with his back towards Harry. He forced himself to look away. The WC was in the other corner of the room. He stumbled across the room, muttering a few ‘sorry’s whenever he unintentionally walked into someone or knocked into the chairs.
He pushed the door open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. He walked to the sink, looking sorrowfully into the mirror hanging on the wall.
“Mirror, mirror, lie to me, show me what I want to see,” muttered the dark-haired boy, standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Do you normally talk to yourself, or should I go call the men in white coats?”
Harry looked over his shoulder, seeing the blond standing in front of the door.
“Ha-ha-ha,” muttered Harry dryly, looking back into the mirror.
“I have been,” said the blond, walking towards Harry, “watching you,” he stopped right behind Harry, “the entire night.”
Harry could feel the warmth of the other’s body behind him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you seem like you’re lost.”
Harry gasped when soft fingers touched the side of his neck.
“Why do you think that?” He asked, involuntarily leaning into the hand.
The blond took a step closer, his chest touching Harry’s back.
“If you want, I can help you,” practically purred the blond, his hot breath caressing his neck. Harry nodded slowly, leaning backwards into the warm embrace.
“Draco Malfoy,” said the blond, smiling into the mirror.
“Harry Potter,” whispered Harry, looking into the mirror as well and catching Draco’s gaze.
Draco took Harry’s hand, starting to walk towards the door. Harry glared one last time in the mirror before letting Draco lead him out of the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror smiled. Harry touched his mouth, tracing the outline of the lips with his fingers. Yes, it was him who was smiling.
“Come on,” said Draco, softly squeezing Harry’s hand. Harry squeezed back.
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So, my first AU fic ever. Hope you liked it.
- DanishGirl
Author/Artist: DanishGirl
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books and Scholastic Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13
Comments: Written for the Mirror Challenge at au_harrydraco. Thanks to lvlysenbei for beta'ing this story. You rock!
Word count: 1.098 words
Mirror, mirror, lie to me
The cold wind hit him across the face as he walked down the street, never once looking back to what he had just left. He knew that walking alone would perhaps not be the best thing to do, especially not when you were as drunk as he was right now, but he couldn’t care less, all he wanted was to get away from this mess. He walked for a good ten minutes more before he finally stopped to check where he was. Harry growled loudly when he realised that he had no idea where he was in this god-forsaken world. He tried to look for a cab, but the street was empty. He glared at the buildings, searching for a street name, but couldn’t find any. He was lost. He should never have left the party. Why had he been so stupid to leave? He thought of his warm dorm room, wishing that he could just fly home. He even tried to close his eyes, clicking the heels of his green sneakers together like Dorothy had done in The Wizard of Oz. Not that he had seen the movie. Why would he have seen it? Okay, so maybe he had seen some of the movie, but not the entire movie.
“Just great,” he said, sighing heavily when the Dorothy-trick didn’t help him, thinking that it was probably because his shoes were green and not red.
He looked up, as if to find any clues on the dark blue velvet above him. No clues, whatsoever.
“Come on, Draco!” said a male voice, wakening Harry out of his thoughts.
He watched four guys run down the street, disappearing through a door a few metres away from Harry. The guy called Draco continued to talk on his mobile, obviously ignoring his friends. Harry followed his movements, his graceful walk. There was something aristocratic about the blond’s walk.
“Draco!” yelled a brown-haired guy, sticking his head out of the door. Harry could hear the music blasting from inside the room. He wondered what kind of place it was. He couldn’t see any signs, but that could have been because of the whole ‘let’s-not-light-up-this-street-so-people-don’t-know-where-they-are’ thing. Harry pulled his jacket closer around him, trying to shield the cold out. Draco had now reached the door, his mobile in his pocket. Harry took a step closer, pushing his hands down into his pockets. The blond had opened the door, but didn’t walk inside. Instead, he turned around, looking at Harry. Harry, not quite sure what to do, just stared at him a few metres away. The light from the room behind him lit up his hair, making it seem like he was glowing brightly. And then, this blond cherub smirked. Smirked at him! Harry growled, his eyes narrowing down to tiny slits. This only seemed to amuse this Draco-guy even more. His smirk broadened and he gestured for Harry to come inside.
“What the fuck,” mumbled Harry, confused, but nevertheless started to walk towards the other guy.
“You look cold,” said the guy in front of Harry, still smirking. “Why don’t you come inside?”
The dark-haired boy took a tentative step forward, entering the room. It was some kind of bar. The light was dim, yet from the outside it had seemed very bright. The blond boy pushed past him, and walked towards the back of the room, where Harry saw the four other boys sitting. He wondered what to do. Should he follow him? Or perhaps just get a drink, use the bathroom, and get right out again? He needed to get home soon. Winter break was nearly over, and he still had a few papers to write before school started again.
He gazed thoughtfully at the table in the back. They made no moves to invite him to their table, so he decided to get a drink. The bartender barely looked at him when he ordered a small beer. He drank it down in two gulps, wiping his mouth with the back of the hand. He ordered another beer, and grabbed it from the bartender’s hand before it was put on the counter. This beer he drank in two gulps as well.
“Vodka,” he said, when the bartender took the empty glass. “And keep them coming,” he added, giving the man behind the bar enough money for at least three shots. One after one, he drank the shots, emptying them all in one gulp at the time. His head was thrown back each time, exposing his white neck.
He stumbled up from the chair, narrowing his eyes to tiny slits, trying to find the WC. His gazed lingered at the table in the back. The blond boy was sitting with his back towards Harry. He forced himself to look away. The WC was in the other corner of the room. He stumbled across the room, muttering a few ‘sorry’s whenever he unintentionally walked into someone or knocked into the chairs.
He pushed the door open, hitting the wall with a loud bang. He walked to the sink, looking sorrowfully into the mirror hanging on the wall.
“Mirror, mirror, lie to me, show me what I want to see,” muttered the dark-haired boy, standing in front of the bathroom mirror.
“Do you normally talk to yourself, or should I go call the men in white coats?”
Harry looked over his shoulder, seeing the blond standing in front of the door.
“Ha-ha-ha,” muttered Harry dryly, looking back into the mirror.
“I have been,” said the blond, walking towards Harry, “watching you,” he stopped right behind Harry, “the entire night.”
Harry could feel the warmth of the other’s body behind him.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, you seem like you’re lost.”
Harry gasped when soft fingers touched the side of his neck.
“Why do you think that?” He asked, involuntarily leaning into the hand.
The blond took a step closer, his chest touching Harry’s back.
“If you want, I can help you,” practically purred the blond, his hot breath caressing his neck. Harry nodded slowly, leaning backwards into the warm embrace.
“Draco Malfoy,” said the blond, smiling into the mirror.
“Harry Potter,” whispered Harry, looking into the mirror as well and catching Draco’s gaze.
Draco took Harry’s hand, starting to walk towards the door. Harry glared one last time in the mirror before letting Draco lead him out of the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror smiled. Harry touched his mouth, tracing the outline of the lips with his fingers. Yes, it was him who was smiling.
“Come on,” said Draco, softly squeezing Harry’s hand. Harry squeezed back.
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So, my first AU fic ever. Hope you liked it.
- DanishGirl