On The Run
Title: On The Run
Rating: R
Warning(s): Nil
Word Count: 365
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365's Prompt 103: Leather sofa, cool breeze
Summary: No regrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Harry leaned out on the balcony and looked out to sea. The waves broke against the shore and a cool breeze ruffled his hair. Harry heaved a relieved sigh. After the chaos of the last three weeks, the tranquillity of this moment felt like a gift. Of course, at some point, he would have to go back and face the music. He knew that.
But until then...
“Thinking about jumping?”
Harry chuckled and turned around, feasting his eyes on the gorgeous sight spread out before him. Draco rolled on his stomach, watching him with sultry eyes. His nude body was pale against the black leather of the sofa and he was fingering a copy of the Prophet lazily.
Harry’s mouth watered and he approached his lover with a glass of champagne.
“Well, let’s see,” he mused, trailing a hand down Draco’s thigh. “My reputation is in shreds, Ron’s probably having a coronary and I’m going to be swamped with reporters the second I step foot in Diagon Alley. What do you think?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I think you don’t care,” he replied with a nonchalant smirk. Harry however, didn’t miss the guarded flicker in his eyes. “And in my defence, I did warn you about the fallout. Don’t even think of blaming me if you’re having second thoughts, Potter. This was your idea...”
Harry shut him up with a kiss. Draco struggled half heartedly before succumbing to his insistence and parting his lips. Harry indulged himself, chasing the taste of champagne on Draco’s tongue before pulling back. Draco’s eyes followed him, guarded and wary. Harry smiled and trailed a hand down his face.
“No regrets,” he promised softly. “I’d do it all over in a heartbeat.”
Draco licked his lips tentatively. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Harry replied. He rolled his eyes and plucked the Prophet from Draco’s fingers. “Now will you stop reading this rubbish? This is supposed to be our honeymoon.”
Draco smiled and tossed the Prophet into the roaring fireplace, surging up to meet Harry for another kiss.
The headlines flickered in the flames for a moment or two.
The words ‘Saviour Elopes with Ex Death Eater, Whereabouts Unknown’ slowly turned to ash.
Rating: R
Warning(s): Nil
Word Count: 365
Author's notes: Written for hogwarts365's Prompt 103: Leather sofa, cool breeze
Summary: No regrets
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This was written for fun, not profit.
Harry leaned out on the balcony and looked out to sea. The waves broke against the shore and a cool breeze ruffled his hair. Harry heaved a relieved sigh. After the chaos of the last three weeks, the tranquillity of this moment felt like a gift. Of course, at some point, he would have to go back and face the music. He knew that.
But until then...
“Thinking about jumping?”
Harry chuckled and turned around, feasting his eyes on the gorgeous sight spread out before him. Draco rolled on his stomach, watching him with sultry eyes. His nude body was pale against the black leather of the sofa and he was fingering a copy of the Prophet lazily.
Harry’s mouth watered and he approached his lover with a glass of champagne.
“Well, let’s see,” he mused, trailing a hand down Draco’s thigh. “My reputation is in shreds, Ron’s probably having a coronary and I’m going to be swamped with reporters the second I step foot in Diagon Alley. What do you think?”
Draco raised an eyebrow. “I think you don’t care,” he replied with a nonchalant smirk. Harry however, didn’t miss the guarded flicker in his eyes. “And in my defence, I did warn you about the fallout. Don’t even think of blaming me if you’re having second thoughts, Potter. This was your idea...”
Harry shut him up with a kiss. Draco struggled half heartedly before succumbing to his insistence and parting his lips. Harry indulged himself, chasing the taste of champagne on Draco’s tongue before pulling back. Draco’s eyes followed him, guarded and wary. Harry smiled and trailed a hand down his face.
“No regrets,” he promised softly. “I’d do it all over in a heartbeat.”
Draco licked his lips tentatively. “Really?”
“Yes, really,” Harry replied. He rolled his eyes and plucked the Prophet from Draco’s fingers. “Now will you stop reading this rubbish? This is supposed to be our honeymoon.”
Draco smiled and tossed the Prophet into the roaring fireplace, surging up to meet Harry for another kiss.
The headlines flickered in the flames for a moment or two.
The words ‘Saviour Elopes with Ex Death Eater, Whereabouts Unknown’ slowly turned to ash.