A Little Help [Harry100]
Title: A Little Help
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Challenge: For
harry100 Challenge Prompt 318: Charms
Rating: PG-13
Length: 100X4
Warnings: EWE. Angst.
Summary: Harry and Sareeka are hung over.
Notes: Needy Harry is needy. | Unbetaed. Part of the series: It Started (Back in '98) | (AO3 CATCH UP LINK)
Harry woke up with a blinding headache, barely remembering the night before. He knew Sareeka was there… there was definitely some Firewhisky, but that was about it.
As he stumbled into the kitchen, he found a piece of parchment looking abandoned, and his eyes widened.
It was a half-written letter to Draco. At least, he had the decency to not have sent it.
Draco,
Do whatever the fuck you want, or who you want. I'll just be sitting here trying to remember why I once loved you.
Harry
Well, it wasn't a terrible letter, but he was still happy it still sat there. He tried to pick up the the parchment but found it glued to the table.
"Awake, I see," Sareeka said, walking into the kitchen wearing Harry's t-shirt and pyjama trousers. Evidently he also didn't remember she'd slept on the sofa.
"Ah, the letter's still stuck to the table then? You must have been really good at Charms."
"What are you talking about?"
"You wanted to send your ex-boyfriend that letter last night; I told you to stick it to the table and decide in the morning. So you'd charmed it, and it's still stuck. It's set to self-destruct by noon."
"I also put a self-destruct charm on it?"
"No, that was me," she said smiling and brushed past Harry, looking for something.
"What are you doing?"
"Coffee, Harry. I-need-coffee."
"I usually go out for coffee. Why don't you get dressed and I'll buy you some."
She nodded and left the room; Harry did the same. He washed his face and dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans then met Sareeka in the livingroom.
"So you don't think I should send that letter?" Harry asked, figuring by the time they'd return, the letter would've destroyed itself.
"I think you should send aletter. Just not that letter."
As they walked to the cafe around the corner, Harry thought about Sareeka's words. Moments from last night were starting to come back to him, and he remembered Sareeka sitting there and listening to Harry as he went on and on about his feelings and how it was hard for him to explain all of these things to his friends who never saw the side of Draco that he did. They didn't understand why he was having trouble letting go.
He definitely owed her more than just a cup of coffee.
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/515278.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading
Author/Artist:
digthewriter
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Challenge: For
harry100 Challenge Prompt 318: Charms
Rating: PG-13
Length: 100X4
Warnings: EWE. Angst.
Summary: Harry and Sareeka are hung over.
Notes: Needy Harry is needy. | Unbetaed. Part of the series: It Started (Back in '98) | (AO3 CATCH UP LINK)
Harry woke up with a blinding headache, barely remembering the night before. He knew Sareeka was there… there was definitely some Firewhisky, but that was about it.
As he stumbled into the kitchen, he found a piece of parchment looking abandoned, and his eyes widened.
It was a half-written letter to Draco. At least, he had the decency to not have sent it.
Draco,
Do whatever the fuck you want, or who you want. I'll just be sitting here trying to remember why I once loved you.
Harry
Well, it wasn't a terrible letter, but he was still happy it still sat there. He tried to pick up the the parchment but found it glued to the table.
"Awake, I see," Sareeka said, walking into the kitchen wearing Harry's t-shirt and pyjama trousers. Evidently he also didn't remember she'd slept on the sofa.
"Ah, the letter's still stuck to the table then? You must have been really good at Charms."
"What are you talking about?"
"You wanted to send your ex-boyfriend that letter last night; I told you to stick it to the table and decide in the morning. So you'd charmed it, and it's still stuck. It's set to self-destruct by noon."
"I also put a self-destruct charm on it?"
"No, that was me," she said smiling and brushed past Harry, looking for something.
"What are you doing?"
"Coffee, Harry. I-need-coffee."
"I usually go out for coffee. Why don't you get dressed and I'll buy you some."
She nodded and left the room; Harry did the same. He washed his face and dressed in a loose t-shirt and jeans then met Sareeka in the livingroom.
"So you don't think I should send that letter?" Harry asked, figuring by the time they'd return, the letter would've destroyed itself.
"I think you should send aletter. Just not that letter."
As they walked to the cafe around the corner, Harry thought about Sareeka's words. Moments from last night were starting to come back to him, and he remembered Sareeka sitting there and listening to Harry as he went on and on about his feelings and how it was hard for him to explain all of these things to his friends who never saw the side of Draco that he did. They didn't understand why he was having trouble letting go.
He definitely owed her more than just a cup of coffee.
This entry was originally posted at http://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/515278.html. Please comment anywhere you'd like. Thanks for reading