"Diagon Alley and the Mistletoe" (Draco/Harry)
Title: Diagon Alley and the Mistletoe
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: ~330
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: PICTURE PROMPT (CLICK HERE FOR THE LINK) for slythindor100 DAY 1
Warning: NONE
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Harry Potter universe. This little piece of fiction is written for fun. No profit is being made.
Author's Notes: Err...angst and hanging ending. Sorry? Unbetaed.
It had been ten years since he'd been back at Diagon Alley. He remembered the first time he was there after the war, the first Christmas. The first time he'd kissed Draco.
Harry was out with Hermione, shopping for presents for the Weasleys. The remnants of the war were finally settling and everything was becoming cheery again. Then, Harry had spotted Malfoy. He was still Malfoy until that night.
"Potter," he said looking at Harry and nodding curtly at him and Hermione. "How are you, Granger?"
"Good. How are you, Draco?" Hermione asked and he only shrugged. She'd seen the look Harry had on his face and understood. "I'll be in the shop, loads to do. Good to see you again." She sprinted off before either one of them had a chance to say anything.
"It's nice to see you again," Harry said smiling, trying to melt the cool demeanour Malfoy had on his face.
"Well, I should be off then..."
"Draco," Harry said, gripping Malfoy's arm. Malfoy looked at him surprised, and Harry pointed above them, where mistletoe was hanging. "It's tradition." Harry bit his lower lip nervously.
"You've got to be--"
Before Draco could deny him, Harry leaned in to kiss him. And then since that night, he was Draco to him; no longer Malfoy. Much to Harry's relief, Draco kissed him back.
Though he couldn't convince Draco to come to the Burrow for dinner that night, he'd managed to make plans with him for drinks the next night.
They met again, and they snogged again. A lot. Then, just like that, Draco told him he couldn't see Harry anymore. Harry didn't understand.
The next night, and the night after that -- for months after that, Harry searched for Draco everywhere and couldn't find him.
Eventually, he moved on. Moved away. Now he was back, ten years later, standing in the same shop, hoping for some reason, he'd see Draco waiting for him under the mistletoe.
Read Part 2
Author: digthewriter
Word Count: ~330
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: PICTURE PROMPT (CLICK HERE FOR THE LINK) for slythindor100 DAY 1
Warning: NONE
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Harry Potter universe. This little piece of fiction is written for fun. No profit is being made.
Author's Notes: Err...angst and hanging ending. Sorry? Unbetaed.
It had been ten years since he'd been back at Diagon Alley. He remembered the first time he was there after the war, the first Christmas. The first time he'd kissed Draco.
Harry was out with Hermione, shopping for presents for the Weasleys. The remnants of the war were finally settling and everything was becoming cheery again. Then, Harry had spotted Malfoy. He was still Malfoy until that night.
"Potter," he said looking at Harry and nodding curtly at him and Hermione. "How are you, Granger?"
"Good. How are you, Draco?" Hermione asked and he only shrugged. She'd seen the look Harry had on his face and understood. "I'll be in the shop, loads to do. Good to see you again." She sprinted off before either one of them had a chance to say anything.
"It's nice to see you again," Harry said smiling, trying to melt the cool demeanour Malfoy had on his face.
"Well, I should be off then..."
"Draco," Harry said, gripping Malfoy's arm. Malfoy looked at him surprised, and Harry pointed above them, where mistletoe was hanging. "It's tradition." Harry bit his lower lip nervously.
"You've got to be--"
Before Draco could deny him, Harry leaned in to kiss him. And then since that night, he was Draco to him; no longer Malfoy. Much to Harry's relief, Draco kissed him back.
Though he couldn't convince Draco to come to the Burrow for dinner that night, he'd managed to make plans with him for drinks the next night.
They met again, and they snogged again. A lot. Then, just like that, Draco told him he couldn't see Harry anymore. Harry didn't understand.
The next night, and the night after that -- for months after that, Harry searched for Draco everywhere and couldn't find him.
Eventually, he moved on. Moved away. Now he was back, ten years later, standing in the same shop, hoping for some reason, he'd see Draco waiting for him under the mistletoe.
Read Part 2