Surveillance series #64: Thinking of Him
Title: Thinking of Him (64/?)
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Mrs Fletcher, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Tonks, OCs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Summary: Draco longs for some time alone with Harry.
Despite going to bed exhausted, Draco had difficulty falling asleep. Instead, he tossed and turned, feeling oddly bereft without Harry's arms around him.
~*~
After a restless morning spent trying in vain to sleep, Draco got up, showered and dressed. As he was contemplating whether or not to eat something, there was a knock at the door. His wards let him know it was his neighbor, Mrs Fletcher. Draco opened the door and invited her into his flat. She pressed a travel mug of raspberry mocha into Draco's hand--his favorite morning beverage. "Thank you," he sighed, taking a grateful sip.
"Are you going to visit Harry?" Mrs Fletcher asked. When Draco nodded, she handed him a wrapped package. "I had thought to give this to you and Harry for...well, for a special occasion, but I'd like you to take it to him now," she said.
Draco accepted it with an expression of surprise. "Thank you, " he repeated. "You're so very kind."
Mrs Fletcher blushed and tittered. "Nonsense, dear. Now, you run along to see your Harry and tell him I'm thinking of him."
~*~
Draco arrived at St Mungo's and bypassed the lifts, opting to take the stairs instead. Once he reached Harry's room, he paused at the sound of voices from within. It seemed Harry already had company. As Draco hesitated, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder.
"About time you got your lazy arse here, Malfoy. Harry's been asking after you."
Draco turned to see a surprisingly affable grin on Ron Weasley's face. "Weasley," Draco greeted. "When did you get back?"
"Early this morning," he replied, gesturing for Draco to precede him into the room. "Look who I found loitering outside!" Weasley exclaimed as they made their entrance.
Granger was there, along with Dalton, Porter and Tonks, but Draco only had eyes for his partner. Harry was sitting up in bed and staring back at him, a welcoming smile on his face. Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he found himself shyly returning the smile.
"Hey," said Harry.
"Hey, yourself," Draco replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, all things considered," Harry answered.
Draco moved closer and handed him the wrapped package. "Mrs Fletcher sends her regards, and she sent you a gift, as well."
Harry opened the package eagerly, revealing a hand-knitted afghan in shades of green and cream.
"It's beautiful," gasped Granger.
Harry gaped up at Draco. "Mrs Fletcher made this for me?"
Draco flushed and dropped his eyes.
"She made it for both of us, didn't she?" Harry pressed.
Draco gave a short nod, Granger and Porter cooed, Weasley gagged, and Draco thought he heard Tonks mutter, "We've created a monster."
"Tell Mrs Fletcher thank you for me," Harry said.
"I will," promised Draco.
The others started talking once more, and Draco began to feel uncomfortable--as if he didn't belong. He had hoped to come to St Mungo's today and tell Harry...what? Draco wasn't sure, but he did know that he had wanted a chance to speak to Harry in private. Even as he was lamenting the horde of people in Harry's room, Diana Dearborn arrived and announced, "Potter, Malfoy. Moody says neither of you is to even think about showing up at the Ministry until next week."
Draco and Harry shared a wry grin as the others ribbed them about their unscheduled holiday. When Weasley crowded Draco to the side so he could engage Harry in animated conversation, Draco used the opportunity to slip out of the room unnoticed. He released a pent-up breath and made his way to the stairwell. He considered going home, but he knew Mrs Fletcher would expect him to be spending the day at Harry's side. Draco left St Mungo's and walked to the nearest Apparation point. He was almost startled to find himself outside Harry's home. On a whim, Draco tried the door, feeling oddly pleased that the wards allowed him in.
Harry's furnishings were eclectic but melded together in a cozy manner. Draco might have lingered to explore, but he was so tired. He located the master bedroom, pausing to admire Harry's personal sanctuary. A weary yawn escaped him, and he toed off his shoes and stretched out on the bed. Draco clutched Harry's pillow to himself and fell asleep surrounded by his lover's scent.
~tbc~
Faith In Him
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco, Mrs Fletcher, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Tonks, OCs
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 750
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Summary: Draco longs for some time alone with Harry.
Despite going to bed exhausted, Draco had difficulty falling asleep. Instead, he tossed and turned, feeling oddly bereft without Harry's arms around him.
~*~
After a restless morning spent trying in vain to sleep, Draco got up, showered and dressed. As he was contemplating whether or not to eat something, there was a knock at the door. His wards let him know it was his neighbor, Mrs Fletcher. Draco opened the door and invited her into his flat. She pressed a travel mug of raspberry mocha into Draco's hand--his favorite morning beverage. "Thank you," he sighed, taking a grateful sip.
"Are you going to visit Harry?" Mrs Fletcher asked. When Draco nodded, she handed him a wrapped package. "I had thought to give this to you and Harry for...well, for a special occasion, but I'd like you to take it to him now," she said.
Draco accepted it with an expression of surprise. "Thank you, " he repeated. "You're so very kind."
Mrs Fletcher blushed and tittered. "Nonsense, dear. Now, you run along to see your Harry and tell him I'm thinking of him."
~*~
Draco arrived at St Mungo's and bypassed the lifts, opting to take the stairs instead. Once he reached Harry's room, he paused at the sound of voices from within. It seemed Harry already had company. As Draco hesitated, a large hand clapped down on his shoulder.
"About time you got your lazy arse here, Malfoy. Harry's been asking after you."
Draco turned to see a surprisingly affable grin on Ron Weasley's face. "Weasley," Draco greeted. "When did you get back?"
"Early this morning," he replied, gesturing for Draco to precede him into the room. "Look who I found loitering outside!" Weasley exclaimed as they made their entrance.
Granger was there, along with Dalton, Porter and Tonks, but Draco only had eyes for his partner. Harry was sitting up in bed and staring back at him, a welcoming smile on his face. Draco's heart skipped a beat, and he found himself shyly returning the smile.
"Hey," said Harry.
"Hey, yourself," Draco replied. "How are you feeling?"
"Not bad, all things considered," Harry answered.
Draco moved closer and handed him the wrapped package. "Mrs Fletcher sends her regards, and she sent you a gift, as well."
Harry opened the package eagerly, revealing a hand-knitted afghan in shades of green and cream.
"It's beautiful," gasped Granger.
Harry gaped up at Draco. "Mrs Fletcher made this for me?"
Draco flushed and dropped his eyes.
"She made it for both of us, didn't she?" Harry pressed.
Draco gave a short nod, Granger and Porter cooed, Weasley gagged, and Draco thought he heard Tonks mutter, "We've created a monster."
"Tell Mrs Fletcher thank you for me," Harry said.
"I will," promised Draco.
The others started talking once more, and Draco began to feel uncomfortable--as if he didn't belong. He had hoped to come to St Mungo's today and tell Harry...what? Draco wasn't sure, but he did know that he had wanted a chance to speak to Harry in private. Even as he was lamenting the horde of people in Harry's room, Diana Dearborn arrived and announced, "Potter, Malfoy. Moody says neither of you is to even think about showing up at the Ministry until next week."
Draco and Harry shared a wry grin as the others ribbed them about their unscheduled holiday. When Weasley crowded Draco to the side so he could engage Harry in animated conversation, Draco used the opportunity to slip out of the room unnoticed. He released a pent-up breath and made his way to the stairwell. He considered going home, but he knew Mrs Fletcher would expect him to be spending the day at Harry's side. Draco left St Mungo's and walked to the nearest Apparation point. He was almost startled to find himself outside Harry's home. On a whim, Draco tried the door, feeling oddly pleased that the wards allowed him in.
Harry's furnishings were eclectic but melded together in a cozy manner. Draco might have lingered to explore, but he was so tired. He located the master bedroom, pausing to admire Harry's personal sanctuary. A weary yawn escaped him, and he toed off his shoes and stretched out on the bed. Draco clutched Harry's pillow to himself and fell asleep surrounded by his lover's scent.
~tbc~
Faith In Him