Jae-Quills Prompt #34
Title: Paris
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, various others
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Jae-Quills prompt: #34 - contrition
Written for : draco_pet
Summary: Harry and Draco allow an argument to separate them.
It was silly, really. What had begun as a discussion of how to spend their weekend had degenerated into an argument.
Blaise and Pansy were going to Paris for a couple days and had invited them to come along. Draco, of course, was taken with the idea and was all for it. Harry, however, wanted to go to the Burrow on Saturday night. Molly and Arthur were hosting a party for Ron and Hermione's son Robert, as he was turning two the following Monday.
Draco complained that they never did anything with his friends.
Harry pointed out they had just had brunch with Pansy and Blaise.
Draco brought up the fact that they had never gone to Paris together.
Harry countered that they could go to Paris anytime, but that his godson only turned two once in his life.
Draco declared he was going to Paris, with or without his boyfriend.
Harry told him to have a nice trip.
~*~
So it was that Harry attended Robbie's birthday party by himself. When asked where Draco was, he answered honestly by stating that Draco had chosen to go to Paris with Pansy and Blaise, and he left it at that. Although he enjoyed himself surrounded by his honorary family, Harry couldn't help but miss his boyfriend. He missed the good-natured bickering that Draco engaged Ron in, and the way he got involved in lively debates with Hermione. He missed the way Draco quietly bitched about the simple fare Molly served, yet managed to eat two helpings of everything, and he missed how Draco would whine and complain about grubby children when the Weasley offspring would clamber all over him, even as his eyes sparkled as he read to them.
Most of all, though, Harry missed Draco.
He left the party as soon as it was polite to do so and returned home. As Harry pulled on his pyjamas, his forlorn gaze swept over the empty expanse of the bed, and he felt a peculiar tightness in his throat. Slipping under the covers, Harry clutched Draco's pillow to him, his boyfriend's scent providing scant comfort for the loneliness he felt.
~*~
Harry had never been able to decide if he liked it or hated it when he woke up with Draco's hair in his mouth. He reached up absently to brush the offending strands away from his lips, but his hand froze in midair. "Draco!" he exclaimed, scarcely able to believe his eyes as his boyfriend yawned and rolled over in his embrace. "What are you doing here?"
Draco lowered his own eyes and mumbled, "I couldn't sleep without you, so I came home. I'm sorry we argued," he added, voice full of contrition.
"I'm sorry, too," Harry whispered, hugging Draco close. "I missed you so much." They spent the next little while engaged in a long, hot kiss. When Harry came up for air, he ran the pad of one thumb over Draco's swollen lower lip and asked, "How was Paris?"
"It was no fun without you," Draco admitted. He gave a shaky laugh as Harry hugged him almost painfully tight.
Reluctant to release his boyfriend, Harry murmured into Draco's hair, "Next time, we'll go to Paris together."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, various others
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst
Word count: 545
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble/fic was written for fun, not for profit.
Jae-Quills prompt: #34 - contrition
Written for : draco_pet
Summary: Harry and Draco allow an argument to separate them.
It was silly, really. What had begun as a discussion of how to spend their weekend had degenerated into an argument.
Blaise and Pansy were going to Paris for a couple days and had invited them to come along. Draco, of course, was taken with the idea and was all for it. Harry, however, wanted to go to the Burrow on Saturday night. Molly and Arthur were hosting a party for Ron and Hermione's son Robert, as he was turning two the following Monday.
Draco complained that they never did anything with his friends.
Harry pointed out they had just had brunch with Pansy and Blaise.
Draco brought up the fact that they had never gone to Paris together.
Harry countered that they could go to Paris anytime, but that his godson only turned two once in his life.
Draco declared he was going to Paris, with or without his boyfriend.
Harry told him to have a nice trip.
~*~
So it was that Harry attended Robbie's birthday party by himself. When asked where Draco was, he answered honestly by stating that Draco had chosen to go to Paris with Pansy and Blaise, and he left it at that. Although he enjoyed himself surrounded by his honorary family, Harry couldn't help but miss his boyfriend. He missed the good-natured bickering that Draco engaged Ron in, and the way he got involved in lively debates with Hermione. He missed the way Draco quietly bitched about the simple fare Molly served, yet managed to eat two helpings of everything, and he missed how Draco would whine and complain about grubby children when the Weasley offspring would clamber all over him, even as his eyes sparkled as he read to them.
Most of all, though, Harry missed Draco.
He left the party as soon as it was polite to do so and returned home. As Harry pulled on his pyjamas, his forlorn gaze swept over the empty expanse of the bed, and he felt a peculiar tightness in his throat. Slipping under the covers, Harry clutched Draco's pillow to him, his boyfriend's scent providing scant comfort for the loneliness he felt.
~*~
Harry had never been able to decide if he liked it or hated it when he woke up with Draco's hair in his mouth. He reached up absently to brush the offending strands away from his lips, but his hand froze in midair. "Draco!" he exclaimed, scarcely able to believe his eyes as his boyfriend yawned and rolled over in his embrace. "What are you doing here?"
Draco lowered his own eyes and mumbled, "I couldn't sleep without you, so I came home. I'm sorry we argued," he added, voice full of contrition.
"I'm sorry, too," Harry whispered, hugging Draco close. "I missed you so much." They spent the next little while engaged in a long, hot kiss. When Harry came up for air, he ran the pad of one thumb over Draco's swollen lower lip and asked, "How was Paris?"
"It was no fun without you," Draco admitted. He gave a shaky laugh as Harry hugged him almost painfully tight.
Reluctant to release his boyfriend, Harry murmured into Draco's hair, "Next time, we'll go to Paris together."