Fic Rec: "Porcelain" by rosivan
Title: Porcelain
Author:
rosivan | calembours
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 9610
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Summary: With a new student in his ceramics class, perhaps Harry can prove true what philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire."
Why you should read this: The pottery sexual innuendos, especially rimming. :) No, seriously, I like non-magic au settings, especially college ones. I like the professor/student dynamic, yet at the same time, they are still young enough to misconstrue matters of the heart, which leads to UST and angst, but a romantic ending. Also, I now look at pottery in a new light.
"No handles," Harry murmured. He cradled the test cup in both hands and peered into it, as if he were examining its contents. "What will you serve in them?"
"Soup, I think," Draco said. "A broth. Something you can drink without spoons. I suppose that's what comes from being sick while starting a project." His gaze followed Harry's hands as the other man traced the bottom of the cup.
Harry set the cup back down on the table. "Looks good," he said to Draco, smiling at him. He absently rubbed his chin with the back of one hand and left a white streak there without seeming to notice.
Something clicked together in the back of Draco's mind, and without thinking, he raised the sponge in his hand. He'd been using it to smooth the saucer edges, but he now pressed it to Harry's chin, gently washing the porcelain smudge away. He pulled the towel from Harry's motionless hand, looked for a clean spot, and then wiped the water away. Harry's eyes were fixed on Draco's face, in that same expression that he reserved for ceramics.
Draco brushed his thumb across Harry's lower lip. He felt like he should say something, but after idly watching the man for so long, he instead leaned forward enough to press a soft kiss against Harry's mouth. It lasted a brief moment and was mostly innocent, but as Harry pulled away, there was regret in his eyes.
"This shouldn't happen," he murmured, glancing away from Draco. He looked at the porcelain he had just thrown on the wheel.
Draco pulled away, as well, firmly placing both hands on the table. He was shaking, but he'd be dammed if he'd let Harry know it. "'This' what? There is no 'this'." It was a lie and both of them knew it. Draco wanted to kiss him again, and more urgently. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he should have known better than to try to start anything. He should have known better.
Harry stepped back, his mouth twisted in something like a grimace. "I'll see you in class, Draco. The saucers look wonderful." He turned and fled the studio, and it occurred to Draco that he didn't know where else to find the young professor.
He never saw Harry outside of class again, which was both a shock, as Harry still managed to get his work done without being seen, and a slap to the face, as it was one kiss and could have been easily forgotten.
Draco told himself this, but as he stood there staring at the door, the feel and taste of Harry's mouth lingered too sweetly.
Author:
rosivan | calembours
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 9610
Warnings: Alternate Universe
Summary: With a new student in his ceramics class, perhaps Harry can prove true what philosopher Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "In art the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can inspire."
Why you should read this: The pottery sexual innuendos, especially rimming. :) No, seriously, I like non-magic au settings, especially college ones. I like the professor/student dynamic, yet at the same time, they are still young enough to misconstrue matters of the heart, which leads to UST and angst, but a romantic ending. Also, I now look at pottery in a new light.
"No handles," Harry murmured. He cradled the test cup in both hands and peered into it, as if he were examining its contents. "What will you serve in them?"
"Soup, I think," Draco said. "A broth. Something you can drink without spoons. I suppose that's what comes from being sick while starting a project." His gaze followed Harry's hands as the other man traced the bottom of the cup.
Harry set the cup back down on the table. "Looks good," he said to Draco, smiling at him. He absently rubbed his chin with the back of one hand and left a white streak there without seeming to notice.
Something clicked together in the back of Draco's mind, and without thinking, he raised the sponge in his hand. He'd been using it to smooth the saucer edges, but he now pressed it to Harry's chin, gently washing the porcelain smudge away. He pulled the towel from Harry's motionless hand, looked for a clean spot, and then wiped the water away. Harry's eyes were fixed on Draco's face, in that same expression that he reserved for ceramics.
Draco brushed his thumb across Harry's lower lip. He felt like he should say something, but after idly watching the man for so long, he instead leaned forward enough to press a soft kiss against Harry's mouth. It lasted a brief moment and was mostly innocent, but as Harry pulled away, there was regret in his eyes.
"This shouldn't happen," he murmured, glancing away from Draco. He looked at the porcelain he had just thrown on the wheel.
Draco pulled away, as well, firmly placing both hands on the table. He was shaking, but he'd be dammed if he'd let Harry know it. "'This' what? There is no 'this'." It was a lie and both of them knew it. Draco wanted to kiss him again, and more urgently. A small voice in the back of his mind told him that he should have known better than to try to start anything. He should have known better.
Harry stepped back, his mouth twisted in something like a grimace. "I'll see you in class, Draco. The saucers look wonderful." He turned and fled the studio, and it occurred to Draco that he didn't know where else to find the young professor.
He never saw Harry outside of class again, which was both a shock, as Harry still managed to get his work done without being seen, and a slap to the face, as it was one kiss and could have been easily forgotten.
Draco told himself this, but as he stood there staring at the door, the feel and taste of Harry's mouth lingered too sweetly.