Love Happened: Drabble
riginally posted as an offering to taradiane' *prostrates self at fandom's feet* as a belated Hols offering to Anna Fugazzi
Title: Love Happened
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Prompt: Owls, Silk Ribbons, House Elf Choir
Word Count: 400ish
Rating:PG-13
Contains: Fluff and stuff
Summary: For Harry and Draco, love was more than screeching elves, swooping owls or silken ribbons, but that is where it began...
Love Happened...
In the weeks following the news of their bonding ceremony, Harry and Draco refused to answer the demands to know more about their up-until-then secret relationship. After living the greater portion of their lives in the public eye neither had any interest in revealing something so personal to anyone.
How can you describe what began with a nudge and a look of shared misery as they listened to a rather painful rendering of Little Drummer Boy by the House Elves Choral Society during the Hogwarts Student and Faculty Christmas concert? But that is where it had started, as two newly divorced fathers leaning against the back wall of the Great Hall to avoid the messiness of ex-wives and in-laws.
Harry had looked over in surprise as Draco nudged him and surreptitiously handed him a silver flask of firewhiskey. For the next two hours they shared sips and whispered insults and quips as they listened to everything from Hagrid’s questionable version of Friendly Beasts to their own sons surprising duet in While Shepherds Watched Their Flock.
What happened next, neither of them expected. A chance meeting on the street that led to a pint at the Leaky, the joint parent meeting when their sons were caught in the Forbidden Forest that led to dinner and the not so chance meeting on the steps of the Ministry that led to drinks at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Casual meetings turned into planned dates, and then so much more, but with neither of them wanting to move too quickly lest it all fall apart, until one day it happened.
For Harry, love happened on a Tuesday when he chanced to look out his office window and saw an owl bringing him a message and a shiver went through him when he realized it was Draco’s owl and couldn’t wait to read the missive it was bringing.
For Draco, love happened on Diagon Alley when he glanced in the window of a novelty shop and saw the bright green silk ribbon in the display case and his breath hitched because the color perfectly matched Harry’s eyes and he realized that he couldn’t wait to see Harry again.
For both of them, love was more than screeching elves, swooping owls or silken ribbons. Those things were simply where it had began, but now love could be found in shared mugs of early morning coffee, evenings spent reading by the fire, and whispered promises and caresses given in the dark of their bedroom amidst their tangled limbs and rumpled sheets.