Sweet Victory - Challenge #37 - ire
Title: Sweet Victory
Author: alaana_fair
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 6
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dracoharry100 # 37 - ire
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. I receive no monetary gain from this story. I make no claim to any of the characters and mean no offence by any actions they take. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Beta: sesheta_66
Notes: My first attempt at a series of drabbles. *blushes*
Harry rushed through the crowd as quickly as humanly possible. He knew Draco would be angry that he was late again, but it really couldn't be helped this time. Not that Draco would believe it was anything but an excuse. He rounded the corner and waited impatiently for the line of patrons that were exiting the pub. Damn, he was later than he'd thought. When he finally made it through the door, he caught sight of the blond exactly where he knew he would be. At the bar, a row of empty shot glasses lined up in front of him.
He smoothly dodged several witches who blocked his way, but stopped dead when a handsome, well-dressed man sat on the stool next to Draco and casually ran his fingertips down Draco's back. Harry held his breath and waited for Draco's ire to explode in a fit of heated words. What he didn't expect was for Draco to look up at the man and smile warmly. Harry watched the two men with mounting trepidation, and when the stranger leaned over, brushing the edge of Draco's ear with his lips as he whispered softly-spoken words, a sharp pain stabbed at Harry's chest.
Harry knew in that moment that he was in love with Draco Malfoy. That his inability to make a commitment to the man was fuelled by the fear of losing him. The fear that if he gave in, the fun of the chase would be over, and Draco would find a new toy to play with. His brain was telling him that love would cause him nothing but pain and displeasure, that he should turn around and walk away while his pride was still intact. But his heart was telling him something entirely different - to fight for what was his.
Harry had never been very good at listening to his brain.
He stood as tall as he could manage and stormed over to where Draco sat laughing with the stranger. "Excuse me," Harry growled. "I'm afraid that's my seat."
The man looked up with indignation but his snide remark died on his lips. "I'm sorry, Mr Potter," he stuttered. "We were actually just leaving."
"You were just leaving," Harry corrected, wrapping his arm around Draco's waist possessively. He stared at the man with an intensity that would have made even the strongest wizard tremble. Apparently, this wizard was no exception.
"Well, well," Draco drawled contemptuously. "That was quite a display for someone who won't even call me his boyfriend."
The pieces inside of Harry's head that had never matched suddenly rearranged themselves into a perfectly clear picture. Draco was more than his boyfriend, and he'd be damned if he'd let anything stand in the way of that. He twisted Draco's stool around and stood between his legs, leaning over to kiss him with a passion that he'd unconsciously withheld for the last year. "You're mine," Harry said hoarsely, nuzzling into Draco's neck and breathing in the scent of his skin.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and let himself be pulled from his chair. He'd planned to feign annoyance, but he'd wanted this for far too long to play games now. "Do you mean that, Harry?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes, Draco, I do. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to figure it out."
Draco looked over Harry's shoulder, eyes searching the room until they rested on his new friend, Gabriel. When their eyes met, Gabriel smiled and gave a slight wave before disappearing into the crowd. Draco kissed Harry again and was amazed by how sweet victory tasted.
Author: alaana_fair
Team: Death Eaters
Word Count: 100 x 6
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: dracoharry100 # 37 - ire
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I am not JKR. I receive no monetary gain from this story. I make no claim to any of the characters and mean no offence by any actions they take. All characters depicted in sexual situations are above the age of consent.
Beta: sesheta_66
Notes: My first attempt at a series of drabbles. *blushes*
Harry rushed through the crowd as quickly as humanly possible. He knew Draco would be angry that he was late again, but it really couldn't be helped this time. Not that Draco would believe it was anything but an excuse. He rounded the corner and waited impatiently for the line of patrons that were exiting the pub. Damn, he was later than he'd thought. When he finally made it through the door, he caught sight of the blond exactly where he knew he would be. At the bar, a row of empty shot glasses lined up in front of him.
He smoothly dodged several witches who blocked his way, but stopped dead when a handsome, well-dressed man sat on the stool next to Draco and casually ran his fingertips down Draco's back. Harry held his breath and waited for Draco's ire to explode in a fit of heated words. What he didn't expect was for Draco to look up at the man and smile warmly. Harry watched the two men with mounting trepidation, and when the stranger leaned over, brushing the edge of Draco's ear with his lips as he whispered softly-spoken words, a sharp pain stabbed at Harry's chest.
Harry knew in that moment that he was in love with Draco Malfoy. That his inability to make a commitment to the man was fuelled by the fear of losing him. The fear that if he gave in, the fun of the chase would be over, and Draco would find a new toy to play with. His brain was telling him that love would cause him nothing but pain and displeasure, that he should turn around and walk away while his pride was still intact. But his heart was telling him something entirely different - to fight for what was his.
Harry had never been very good at listening to his brain.
He stood as tall as he could manage and stormed over to where Draco sat laughing with the stranger. "Excuse me," Harry growled. "I'm afraid that's my seat."
The man looked up with indignation but his snide remark died on his lips. "I'm sorry, Mr Potter," he stuttered. "We were actually just leaving."
"You were just leaving," Harry corrected, wrapping his arm around Draco's waist possessively. He stared at the man with an intensity that would have made even the strongest wizard tremble. Apparently, this wizard was no exception.
"Well, well," Draco drawled contemptuously. "That was quite a display for someone who won't even call me his boyfriend."
The pieces inside of Harry's head that had never matched suddenly rearranged themselves into a perfectly clear picture. Draco was more than his boyfriend, and he'd be damned if he'd let anything stand in the way of that. He twisted Draco's stool around and stood between his legs, leaning over to kiss him with a passion that he'd unconsciously withheld for the last year. "You're mine," Harry said hoarsely, nuzzling into Draco's neck and breathing in the scent of his skin.
Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and let himself be pulled from his chair. He'd planned to feign annoyance, but he'd wanted this for far too long to play games now. "Do you mean that, Harry?" he asked cautiously.
"Yes, Draco, I do. I'm sorry it's taken me this long to figure it out."
Draco looked over Harry's shoulder, eyes searching the room until they rested on his new friend, Gabriel. When their eyes met, Gabriel smiled and gave a slight wave before disappearing into the crowd. Draco kissed Harry again and was amazed by how sweet victory tasted.