Just a little story for littleroo27
Title: Nothing Changes.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Innocent!Harry. But that’s not much of a warning.
Summary: The only thing that changes are your memories. The only thing you loose is yourself…
Rating: PG-13 for implied naughty business and slash.
Word count: 936…I like writing short things…
Notes; based on Maroon 5’s song Harder to breathe (but it’s not a songfic), and I know it might not be exactly like it to you, but it’s my interpretation of it all. This is for littleroo27, for commenting first. Gah! I’m sorry if it’s totally not what you expected, I listened to that song non-stop for inspiration and this is what came to me *shrug*. Plus it’s pretty short.
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“You do realize that nothing has changed don’t you? Potter?”
Draco waved a hand in front of Harry’s absent face. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he seemed to be staring at something extremely interesting just past the ceiling.
“Hm.” Draco untangled himself from the sheets and got out of his bed, he stretched and traveled to the bathroom leisurely, fingering a towel that was hanging on the door, he glanced back at the boy in his bed, who was currently turned away from him and facing his dorm room wall.
Draco had a shower, taking as long as was humanly possible to mull things over…
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived himself…He had just shagged Harry Potter.
How had it happened? Bah, Draco didn’t want to think about that. Such was life, it just happened, there was really no point in analyzing the facts to the point of utter decomposition of his sanity.
They had been fighting, they were always fighting, and suddenly they were kissing…and things had progressed from there. Draco chalked it up to sexual repression and everyday teenage over-zealous hormonal surges.
Except of course that it was Harry-bloody-Potter! That was definitely something new.
Sighing heavily, he stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off or wrap himself in a towel. He walked back to the bed and poked Harry in the back with one long, pale finger. Harry Shuddered and clutched the covers around him, still not facing Draco.
“God, Potter. Get over it, it wasn’t as bad as all that.” Draco rolled his eyes and left Harry, retiring to his dresser drawer to obtain some clothing.
Fully clad in the normal slytherin wear, Draco gathered his homework for potions and left the room, pausing briefly to address Harry.
“Don’t let any slytherin’s see you, lord knows how I’d explain that. And you’d better get up soon if you want to make it to class on time, as much as I’d love to see you get detention yet again, I doubt if it would impress your little friends, and there’s no telling what questions they’ll bombard you with considering you were out all night.” Draco waited for an answer but it didn’t arrive so he turned to leave.
“Nothing’s changed.” He heard the voice like it was from far away, barely a whisper, but there all the same. It was almost sad and melodic, like a song Draco had once heard in his mind. For a while nothing more was said and Draco supposed that was it, he turned to leave once more.
“Nothing’s changed? Nothing’s changed?!” Harry was not only facing him now, but on his feet, pacing the room with a wild, disbelieving anger in his green eyes, an emotion that both amused and frightened Draco.
“How can you say that?! I mean, yes, you’re an inconsiderate selfish bastard, but…am I just supposed to pretend it never happened?”
“Yes.”
“Well I can’t do that!” Harry and him were nose-to-nose, Harry’s hands in fists. He was a right mess; Draco noticed passively, his dark hair was even messier than normal and he seemed a bit…off somehow….
No… it couldn’t be.
Could it?
“Potter,” Draco eyed Harry warily “That…that wasn’t your first time…was it?”
Harry blushed and looked sheepish but still defiant.
“Oh. Um…well then.” Draco scratched his head, not quite knowing what to say. He settled for abandoning that particular topic and resuming the previous one.
“Well…what do you expect is going to happen now? That we’re going to be holding hands in the corridors and writing each other love notes to pass in class? Psh, get a clue Potter.” Harry looked slightly hurt, but mostly angry.
“Of course not, I just…I don’t know!” He frowned, “I guess I just always thought they’re be more to it than ‘Zip! Okay, you’re done now, bye.’ And…Gah! What was I thinking!” Harry backed away from Draco; head bowed, and plopped listlessly onto the bed again.
Draco shrugged. “You wanted a release, it’s a perfectly understandable concept.” Something struck him. “Wait… ‘Zip’?” Harry just shook his head.
“I know, but it just seemed so justified at the time…but I suppose that’s that way it always feels right?”
“’Zip’?”
“And now I’m just thinking, should it have happened? I’m beginning to regret it, sort of, and it’s just very strange to me.”
“Yeah but… ‘Zip’?!”
“Malfoy! Will you stay on topic here!?” Harry raised his head to frown at the blond boy, who just gave him a cool look in return.
“Look, Potter… You may regret it having happened, but the fact is, it did happen and there’s nothing you can do to change it. And another thing, I don’t want you to have any fanciful pre-conceived notions about this, it was fun, that’s it.”
Harry wore a blank expression, washed of any emotion, and after a moment he stood up, gathered his clothing, (which had been scattered about the room) got dressed and walked passed Draco, right out of the Slytherin common room and out of sight, without a word in response.
~~~
Draco arrived in potions just shortly after Harry, but instead of the cool smirk he would have usually given Harry under any other circumstance, he didn’t acknowledge him at all. But instead simply took his seat.
Halfway through the class he felt something hit the back of his head, he looked down at the floor where it had fallen, it was a piece of crumpled up paper. Upon opening it, he immediately recognized Harry’s handwriting.
I hate you… meet me tonight?
Draco smiled, nothing really had changed.
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Innocent!Harry. But that’s not much of a warning.
Summary: The only thing that changes are your memories. The only thing you loose is yourself…
Rating: PG-13 for implied naughty business and slash.
Word count: 936…I like writing short things…
Notes; based on Maroon 5’s song Harder to breathe (but it’s not a songfic), and I know it might not be exactly like it to you, but it’s my interpretation of it all. This is for littleroo27, for commenting first. Gah! I’m sorry if it’s totally not what you expected, I listened to that song non-stop for inspiration and this is what came to me *shrug*. Plus it’s pretty short.
~~~
“You do realize that nothing has changed don’t you? Potter?”
Draco waved a hand in front of Harry’s absent face. His eyes were hazy and unfocused and he seemed to be staring at something extremely interesting just past the ceiling.
“Hm.” Draco untangled himself from the sheets and got out of his bed, he stretched and traveled to the bathroom leisurely, fingering a towel that was hanging on the door, he glanced back at the boy in his bed, who was currently turned away from him and facing his dorm room wall.
Draco had a shower, taking as long as was humanly possible to mull things over…
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived himself…He had just shagged Harry Potter.
How had it happened? Bah, Draco didn’t want to think about that. Such was life, it just happened, there was really no point in analyzing the facts to the point of utter decomposition of his sanity.
They had been fighting, they were always fighting, and suddenly they were kissing…and things had progressed from there. Draco chalked it up to sexual repression and everyday teenage over-zealous hormonal surges.
Except of course that it was Harry-bloody-Potter! That was definitely something new.
Sighing heavily, he stepped out of the shower, not bothering to dry off or wrap himself in a towel. He walked back to the bed and poked Harry in the back with one long, pale finger. Harry Shuddered and clutched the covers around him, still not facing Draco.
“God, Potter. Get over it, it wasn’t as bad as all that.” Draco rolled his eyes and left Harry, retiring to his dresser drawer to obtain some clothing.
Fully clad in the normal slytherin wear, Draco gathered his homework for potions and left the room, pausing briefly to address Harry.
“Don’t let any slytherin’s see you, lord knows how I’d explain that. And you’d better get up soon if you want to make it to class on time, as much as I’d love to see you get detention yet again, I doubt if it would impress your little friends, and there’s no telling what questions they’ll bombard you with considering you were out all night.” Draco waited for an answer but it didn’t arrive so he turned to leave.
“Nothing’s changed.” He heard the voice like it was from far away, barely a whisper, but there all the same. It was almost sad and melodic, like a song Draco had once heard in his mind. For a while nothing more was said and Draco supposed that was it, he turned to leave once more.
“Nothing’s changed? Nothing’s changed?!” Harry was not only facing him now, but on his feet, pacing the room with a wild, disbelieving anger in his green eyes, an emotion that both amused and frightened Draco.
“How can you say that?! I mean, yes, you’re an inconsiderate selfish bastard, but…am I just supposed to pretend it never happened?”
“Yes.”
“Well I can’t do that!” Harry and him were nose-to-nose, Harry’s hands in fists. He was a right mess; Draco noticed passively, his dark hair was even messier than normal and he seemed a bit…off somehow….
No… it couldn’t be.
Could it?
“Potter,” Draco eyed Harry warily “That…that wasn’t your first time…was it?”
Harry blushed and looked sheepish but still defiant.
“Oh. Um…well then.” Draco scratched his head, not quite knowing what to say. He settled for abandoning that particular topic and resuming the previous one.
“Well…what do you expect is going to happen now? That we’re going to be holding hands in the corridors and writing each other love notes to pass in class? Psh, get a clue Potter.” Harry looked slightly hurt, but mostly angry.
“Of course not, I just…I don’t know!” He frowned, “I guess I just always thought they’re be more to it than ‘Zip! Okay, you’re done now, bye.’ And…Gah! What was I thinking!” Harry backed away from Draco; head bowed, and plopped listlessly onto the bed again.
Draco shrugged. “You wanted a release, it’s a perfectly understandable concept.” Something struck him. “Wait… ‘Zip’?” Harry just shook his head.
“I know, but it just seemed so justified at the time…but I suppose that’s that way it always feels right?”
“’Zip’?”
“And now I’m just thinking, should it have happened? I’m beginning to regret it, sort of, and it’s just very strange to me.”
“Yeah but… ‘Zip’?!”
“Malfoy! Will you stay on topic here!?” Harry raised his head to frown at the blond boy, who just gave him a cool look in return.
“Look, Potter… You may regret it having happened, but the fact is, it did happen and there’s nothing you can do to change it. And another thing, I don’t want you to have any fanciful pre-conceived notions about this, it was fun, that’s it.”
Harry wore a blank expression, washed of any emotion, and after a moment he stood up, gathered his clothing, (which had been scattered about the room) got dressed and walked passed Draco, right out of the Slytherin common room and out of sight, without a word in response.
~~~
Draco arrived in potions just shortly after Harry, but instead of the cool smirk he would have usually given Harry under any other circumstance, he didn’t acknowledge him at all. But instead simply took his seat.
Halfway through the class he felt something hit the back of his head, he looked down at the floor where it had fallen, it was a piece of crumpled up paper. Upon opening it, he immediately recognized Harry’s handwriting.
I hate you… meet me tonight?
Draco smiled, nothing really had changed.