That's An Order
Title: That's An Order
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 450 (approx)
Rating: R
Warning(s): War time fic, AU, background of war/violence (nothing specific), angsty
Notes: Written for slythindor100's prompt: Giving thanks (or some variation). Just trying to fight writer's block...nothing to see here, really. *shepherds readers off*
Summary: If Potter wants to thank him, he can damn well do it in person.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It’s time. We both knew this was coming.
By the time you get this note, I’ll be long gone. You are not to come after me. Not this time.
I don’t expect you to understand. But I do expect you to obey me (for once in your life).
You are not to follow. That’s an order, soldier.
It’s gone on too long, all of this. Too many dead, too many lost. Because I couldn’t bring myself to do what should have been done a long time ago.
It’s him or me. Always has been.
I will do this alone, the way it should be.
I write this now, only to thank you.
I thank you for believing in me, in my cause, in my war. I thank you for always being there - as my rival, my friend…as more than I dare say out loud.
Even now. Even after all of this.
Know that as I go on, it’s with the conviction that there is something out there still worth fighting for. There are those who deserve a better world. I'm going to fight for them.
For you.
I won’t let you down.
Farewell, Draco. It’s been a privilege.
Harry.
****
The wards of the safe-house shifted and Harry instinctively aimed his wand at the Floo. He lowered it as he recognized the flash of blond and the all too familiar smirk.
Draco looked him straight in the eye as he stepped out of the fire, balled up his note and tossed it into the flames.
“Permission to follow you into battle, sir.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw. “Denied.”
Draco smirked and flicked his wrist. His wand slipped from the holster and into his fingers, the movement confident and capable. “Write me up for insubordination, then,” he replied coldly.
Harry’s glare darkened and Draco’s eyes flashed in open challenge. Silent tension crackled as they faced off, and as always it was Harry who finally had to give way.
He cursed fluently and tossed the bastard his Invisibility Cloak. “Cover me. Take down as many as you can. Stay out of the line of fire. And for once in your life Malfoy, listen to me.”
Draco grinned insolently, the shameless prat. “Don’t I always?”
Harry shook his head, not sure if he was more relieved or annoyed. With Draco, it was always hard to tell.
“Don’t die out there,” he muttered gruffly.
Draco nodded distractedly as he shrugged into the Cloak. Harry growled and gripped his shoulder, pulling him closer.
His fingers tightened against Draco’s slender frame, hard enough to bruise. “That’s an order,” he bit out.
Draco’s eyes glinted in the dim light and he nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Word Count: 450 (approx)
Rating: R
Warning(s): War time fic, AU, background of war/violence (nothing specific), angsty
Notes: Written for slythindor100's prompt: Giving thanks (or some variation). Just trying to fight writer's block...nothing to see here, really. *shepherds readers off*
Summary: If Potter wants to thank him, he can damn well do it in person.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
It’s time. We both knew this was coming.
By the time you get this note, I’ll be long gone. You are not to come after me. Not this time.
I don’t expect you to understand. But I do expect you to obey me (for once in your life).
You are not to follow. That’s an order, soldier.
It’s gone on too long, all of this. Too many dead, too many lost. Because I couldn’t bring myself to do what should have been done a long time ago.
It’s him or me. Always has been.
I will do this alone, the way it should be.
I write this now, only to thank you.
I thank you for believing in me, in my cause, in my war. I thank you for always being there - as my rival, my friend…as more than I dare say out loud.
Even now. Even after all of this.
Know that as I go on, it’s with the conviction that there is something out there still worth fighting for. There are those who deserve a better world. I'm going to fight for them.
For you.
I won’t let you down.
Farewell, Draco. It’s been a privilege.
Harry.
****
The wards of the safe-house shifted and Harry instinctively aimed his wand at the Floo. He lowered it as he recognized the flash of blond and the all too familiar smirk.
Draco looked him straight in the eye as he stepped out of the fire, balled up his note and tossed it into the flames.
“Permission to follow you into battle, sir.”
Harry’s eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw. “Denied.”
Draco smirked and flicked his wrist. His wand slipped from the holster and into his fingers, the movement confident and capable. “Write me up for insubordination, then,” he replied coldly.
Harry’s glare darkened and Draco’s eyes flashed in open challenge. Silent tension crackled as they faced off, and as always it was Harry who finally had to give way.
He cursed fluently and tossed the bastard his Invisibility Cloak. “Cover me. Take down as many as you can. Stay out of the line of fire. And for once in your life Malfoy, listen to me.”
Draco grinned insolently, the shameless prat. “Don’t I always?”
Harry shook his head, not sure if he was more relieved or annoyed. With Draco, it was always hard to tell.
“Don’t die out there,” he muttered gruffly.
Draco nodded distractedly as he shrugged into the Cloak. Harry growled and gripped his shoulder, pulling him closer.
His fingers tightened against Draco’s slender frame, hard enough to bruise. “That’s an order,” he bit out.
Draco’s eyes glinted in the dim light and he nodded. “Yes, sir.”