In the key that our souls were singing. (A Season for Weddings, CH 25)
Title: In the key that our souls were singing.
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 100X8
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100: fireplace and socks + Christmas morning for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: Someday
PART SIX: Harry/Draco
December 2009
Harry was settled in front of the fire with his favourite socks on (partially because they were Draco's, and Harry liked to wear them), with a cuppa and his latest case notes. He was settling in for the night when the Floo roared; the red fire turned to green, and Draco stepped out.
"You're here!" Harry said, surprised. He nearly spilt the hot liquid on himself as he tried to stand up to greet Draco. He was crashing at Draco's flat tonight because it was so much better to be there even without Draco. And nights like these were even more special; when Draco came home earlier than expected.
"Mystery solved and it's a happy Christmas," Draco said with a smile. His robes looked slightly worn out, with smoke coming out of them, and Harry didn't know if it was the effects from the Floo or Draco's latest mission tracking down a dark artefact.
"Did you come straight from the expedition?" Harry placed the notes aside, tapping his wand once one them so they'd all stay put, and edged himself closer to Draco. "Your robes are still glowing."
"I left Goldstein to file the paperwork. He wanted to take the credit, anyway."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're letting him take the credit? That's not very-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Potter. I couldn't stay in that cold and dreaded place for one second longer. Not when I have you to come home to."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek and pulled Draco close to him. They kissed gently at first until Draco deepened the kiss and suddenly, Harry found himself thrown on the sofa, his back pressed against it, and Draco on top of him.
It'd been like this for them for a while- for the last six months, at the least. The work was taking more of a back seat, and their relationship was more front and centre. When they'd first started dating-actual, real dating, after Nott and Millicent's wedding, it was a difficult balance.
Draco had admitted he wasn't used to coming home to someone waiting for him. Even when he was in a relationship with Theo, they were heavily independent. But, Harry wanted to see him; take him out on dates, and parties, and Ministry events. It was a life transformation for Harry, as well. All of a sudden, he started to care more about how he dressed, about meeting Draco, about impressing him. Trying to look nice for him- and almost always failing.
Except for that one time he'd attempted at casual, and he and Draco hadn't managed to leave Draco's flat. Draco had taken one look at Harry and fucked him against the door with their clothes only half-off. And every since Draco had given Harry the keys to his flat, Harry liked hanging out at Draco's even when Draco wasn't home. Part of it, Harry knew, was that he wanted to assure Draco that there was no one else for him. Draco didn't have to say it, but Harry was well aware of Draco's insecurities after having been cheated on.
*
"What are your plans for Christmas?" Harry asked once he'd confirmed Draco's needs being met.
"Well, I was invited to the Christmas Eve dinner at the Weasleys-" Draco hesitated, looking worried as if he was no longer invited. They managed to rid their clothes and toss them in the laundry basket before heading to the shower.
"After that? Anything with your parents?" Harry asked, running the water and pulling Draco in with him.
Draco shook his head. "No. My parents will be in France as usual. Why?" He turned Harry around and started to lather his back. "Have to say, Potter, family isn't want I like to talk about in the shower. I'd like to keep my hands and my mind otherwise occupied."
Harry laughed and pushed back against Draco's groin. "I was thinking since we both managed to get the rest of the month off work and the only obligation is Christmas Eve dinner, why don't we go somewhere? Take a trip. This will be the first time in I don't know, five years, I don't have to attend a wedding."
"Thank Merlin for that!" Draco said, running his fingers through Harry's hair. "Promise me we'll never even talk about getting married during Christmas."
Harry's eyes widened, and he was glad that his back was to Draco, and at the same time, Harry felt Draco stiffen behind him. His hands had stopped moving.
"Oh?" Harry tried to sound casual.
"I mean…I'm just…fuck."
"So an August wedding then? Or late fall-it is your favourite season… Someday?" Harry turned to look and Draco and gently kissed him.
"Late fall," replied Draco. "Someday."
THE END
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/745853.html. Thanks for reading
Created by:
digthewriter
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter. Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Word Count: 100X8
Challenge: Early bird prompt for
slythindor100: fireplace and socks + Christmas morning for
adventdrabbles
A/N: Unbetaed. Part of "A Season for Weddings" story.
Chapter Summary: Someday
PART SIX: Harry/Draco
December 2009
Harry was settled in front of the fire with his favourite socks on (partially because they were Draco's, and Harry liked to wear them), with a cuppa and his latest case notes. He was settling in for the night when the Floo roared; the red fire turned to green, and Draco stepped out.
"You're here!" Harry said, surprised. He nearly spilt the hot liquid on himself as he tried to stand up to greet Draco. He was crashing at Draco's flat tonight because it was so much better to be there even without Draco. And nights like these were even more special; when Draco came home earlier than expected.
"Mystery solved and it's a happy Christmas," Draco said with a smile. His robes looked slightly worn out, with smoke coming out of them, and Harry didn't know if it was the effects from the Floo or Draco's latest mission tracking down a dark artefact.
"Did you come straight from the expedition?" Harry placed the notes aside, tapping his wand once one them so they'd all stay put, and edged himself closer to Draco. "Your robes are still glowing."
"I left Goldstein to file the paperwork. He wanted to take the credit, anyway."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "You're letting him take the credit? That's not very-"
"Don't even finish that sentence, Potter. I couldn't stay in that cold and dreaded place for one second longer. Not when I have you to come home to."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek and pulled Draco close to him. They kissed gently at first until Draco deepened the kiss and suddenly, Harry found himself thrown on the sofa, his back pressed against it, and Draco on top of him.
It'd been like this for them for a while- for the last six months, at the least. The work was taking more of a back seat, and their relationship was more front and centre. When they'd first started dating-actual, real dating, after Nott and Millicent's wedding, it was a difficult balance.
Draco had admitted he wasn't used to coming home to someone waiting for him. Even when he was in a relationship with Theo, they were heavily independent. But, Harry wanted to see him; take him out on dates, and parties, and Ministry events. It was a life transformation for Harry, as well. All of a sudden, he started to care more about how he dressed, about meeting Draco, about impressing him. Trying to look nice for him- and almost always failing.
Except for that one time he'd attempted at casual, and he and Draco hadn't managed to leave Draco's flat. Draco had taken one look at Harry and fucked him against the door with their clothes only half-off. And every since Draco had given Harry the keys to his flat, Harry liked hanging out at Draco's even when Draco wasn't home. Part of it, Harry knew, was that he wanted to assure Draco that there was no one else for him. Draco didn't have to say it, but Harry was well aware of Draco's insecurities after having been cheated on.
*
"What are your plans for Christmas?" Harry asked once he'd confirmed Draco's needs being met.
"Well, I was invited to the Christmas Eve dinner at the Weasleys-" Draco hesitated, looking worried as if he was no longer invited. They managed to rid their clothes and toss them in the laundry basket before heading to the shower.
"After that? Anything with your parents?" Harry asked, running the water and pulling Draco in with him.
Draco shook his head. "No. My parents will be in France as usual. Why?" He turned Harry around and started to lather his back. "Have to say, Potter, family isn't want I like to talk about in the shower. I'd like to keep my hands and my mind otherwise occupied."
Harry laughed and pushed back against Draco's groin. "I was thinking since we both managed to get the rest of the month off work and the only obligation is Christmas Eve dinner, why don't we go somewhere? Take a trip. This will be the first time in I don't know, five years, I don't have to attend a wedding."
"Thank Merlin for that!" Draco said, running his fingers through Harry's hair. "Promise me we'll never even talk about getting married during Christmas."
Harry's eyes widened, and he was glad that his back was to Draco, and at the same time, Harry felt Draco stiffen behind him. His hands had stopped moving.
"Oh?" Harry tried to sound casual.
"I mean…I'm just…fuck."
"So an August wedding then? Or late fall-it is your favourite season… Someday?" Harry turned to look and Draco and gently kissed him.
"Late fall," replied Draco. "Someday."
THE END
This entry was originally posted at https://digthewriter.dreamwidth.org/745853.html. Thanks for reading