Advent, Day 3: Another Man
Title: Another Man
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mentions of sex, slash, mild angst, gag-worthy sap and fluff
Word count: 454
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Day 3 of the Advent Drabbles.
Prompt: Infidelity by ariverrtp
Harry sighed happily and snuggled closer to his beloved. It was amazing to think that this time last year, his life had been crashing down around his ears.
Harry had been putting in long hours as an Auror. His wife claimed she didn't mind, but he had felt guilty nonetheless. One day in early December, Harry had decided to surprise Ginny by taking the afternoon off to spend with her. She had been wanting to do some Christmas shopping in Muggle London, and Harry was looking forward to taking her there. When Harry had arrived home, however, it was he who had been surprised.
He had discovered Ginny in the arms of another man. Turning a deaf ear to her pleas for understanding, forgiveness, anything...Harry had simply left. He'd gone to the Leaky Cauldron and proceeded to drink. And then the truly unthinkable had happened. Harry himself had ended up in the arms of another man.
Not just any other man, no. Harry had ended up in Draco Malfoy's bed. Who knew Malfoy was gay? For that matter, who had known Harry was? Harry himself had had no clue, and he had spent the next several days in denial, even as he'd remained in Malfoy's bed, wallowing in the best sex he'd ever had. Eventually, he'd pried himself free of his new lover, served Ginny with divorce papers, gotten a flat in London, and continued to see Draco as often as possible.
Harry had gradually come to accept and admit that he was happier with Draco than he had ever been, and if that meant he was gay, so be it. By spring, once his divorce was final, Harry had moved into Draco's townhouse. The entire situation had caused quite a scandal, of course, but the furor inevitably died down, and now it was considered quite commonplace to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy together in public.
Harry wound himself more tightly about Draco and grinned smugly to himself.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked sleepily, his hand sifting through Harry's tousled hair.
Harry tipped his head into the caress with a hum of pleasure before answering, "I was just thinking that if it hadn't been for Ginny's infidelity last year, we wouldn't be together now, and I might have missed the chance to be this happy." Mustering his courage, he added, "I love you, Draco." It was the first time he'd said it, and he held his breath, awaiting a response.
Draco's arms tightened about him immediately, and his voice was oddly husky when he replied, "I love you, too, Harry. I think I've loved you forever."
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Mentions of sex, slash, mild angst, gag-worthy sap and fluff
Word count: 454
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Day 3 of the Advent Drabbles.
Prompt: Infidelity by ariverrtp
Harry sighed happily and snuggled closer to his beloved. It was amazing to think that this time last year, his life had been crashing down around his ears.
Harry had been putting in long hours as an Auror. His wife claimed she didn't mind, but he had felt guilty nonetheless. One day in early December, Harry had decided to surprise Ginny by taking the afternoon off to spend with her. She had been wanting to do some Christmas shopping in Muggle London, and Harry was looking forward to taking her there. When Harry had arrived home, however, it was he who had been surprised.
He had discovered Ginny in the arms of another man. Turning a deaf ear to her pleas for understanding, forgiveness, anything...Harry had simply left. He'd gone to the Leaky Cauldron and proceeded to drink. And then the truly unthinkable had happened. Harry himself had ended up in the arms of another man.
Not just any other man, no. Harry had ended up in Draco Malfoy's bed. Who knew Malfoy was gay? For that matter, who had known Harry was? Harry himself had had no clue, and he had spent the next several days in denial, even as he'd remained in Malfoy's bed, wallowing in the best sex he'd ever had. Eventually, he'd pried himself free of his new lover, served Ginny with divorce papers, gotten a flat in London, and continued to see Draco as often as possible.
Harry had gradually come to accept and admit that he was happier with Draco than he had ever been, and if that meant he was gay, so be it. By spring, once his divorce was final, Harry had moved into Draco's townhouse. The entire situation had caused quite a scandal, of course, but the furor inevitably died down, and now it was considered quite commonplace to see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy together in public.
Harry wound himself more tightly about Draco and grinned smugly to himself.
"What are you thinking?" Draco asked sleepily, his hand sifting through Harry's tousled hair.
Harry tipped his head into the caress with a hum of pleasure before answering, "I was just thinking that if it hadn't been for Ginny's infidelity last year, we wouldn't be together now, and I might have missed the chance to be this happy." Mustering his courage, he added, "I love you, Draco." It was the first time he'd said it, and he held his breath, awaiting a response.
Draco's arms tightened about him immediately, and his voice was oddly husky when he replied, "I love you, too, Harry. I think I've loved you forever."