Fic Rec: "Fade" by xerised
Title: Fade
Author xerised
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3885 words
Summary: No one expected Draco Malfoy to turn up at Harry and Ginny's wedding party.
Why I loved this: It's Harry's wedding day, but Ginny is the only one who's truly happy in this fic. Instead, Harry puts up a front for the guests, while Draco hides in the shadows watching him. I like how Harry and Draco's thoughts interrupt the sentences, showing us how they feel even if they won't say it out loud. And it's not until the end, where several decades have passed, that we find out the real status of their friendship.
He blended in perfectly with the night.
Draco sat on the porch, eyes staring unseeingly up into the starry night sky. He sighed deeply, relaxing his arms for the first time for that night, letting them hang loosely on his legs. He could hear the cheering and singing from the house, and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noise. Hunching forlornly down so that his pointed chin was on his knee, he looked blankly at the grass. Fishing his wand out from his pocket, he aimed it directly on the bright green as beautiful as your eyes grass and moved his wand as if he was writing on a piece of parchment.
Silver powder shot out from the tip of his wand, coating the blades of grass with a fine sheen of silver ink. He tilted his face, and traced the air blankly with his wand. HP is for Harry Potter, a boy who unknowingly stole my heart when I thought I didn't have one, and DM is for Draco Malfoy, whose only wish was to be Draco Potter…
Draco shook his head furiously at himself. He was just about to raise his wand and erase the markings-
"Malfoy!"
Draco jumped and turned his head, seeing Harry stumble forth and land unceremoniously on his butt beside Draco. The blond hurriedly regained his composure and pasted a ready-made smile on his face.
"As gracious as you always are, Potter," Draco smirked but his heart wasn't in it, staring at Harry. The ex-Gryffindor was wearing a casual thin white shirt, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. A red and gold Gryffindor tie was knotted messily around the shirt collar, and it was extremely long, extending down doesn't fit you, Harry, like how Weasley doesn't fit you-to his navel. Harry's jeans hugged his legs tightly, emphasizing his long, muscular legs.
"Pretty casual attire for a wedding party, isn't it, Potter?" Draco drawled carelessly, but he hurriedly averted look at anything, Draco, anything besides his body- his eyes in the opposite direction.
"Well, you know what it's like. It is a party, after all," Harry grinned at Draco, who didn't return the grin. Harry sighed, running a head through his hair. He bit his lip, as though debating on what to say next. A comfortable silence hung in the air, only interrupted by the sound of crickets chirping sharply into the night and the gentle hooting of owls. Both men kept quiet, secretly enjoying each other's company.
Suddenly, as if remember he had a question he forgot to ask, Harry blinked and inadvertently clenched I thought you were going to come today, Draco, I was looking forward- his fists. He pursed his lips together tightly before blustering, "Why didn't I see you at the actual wedding today? I'm sure that I owled you the details of the event weeks before! If you, if you weren't going to be there you could have kindly replied!"
Draco's hand gripped his wand, his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palm.
Why didn't I go, Harry? Do you want to know why? Well, when you were getting married to that… that Weasley, I was at home in the scruffiest, the most inelegant pyjamas that I had, teeth unbrushed, hair uncombed, face stained with tears, curled up in a pathetic ball in my room! Weasley took my place, she took my place, the place that I should have been, standing beside you when you were reciting your fucking marriage vows! I spent hours like that, thinking of the years when we were in school, regretting things that I shouldn't have done, thinking about things that I should have done to earn your friendship, and ultimately your love. I didn't go, because I knew that if I went, I'll go there acting like some lovelorn, spurned fool!
Does anyone not notice that she is not suited for you?! Hell, she was practically brought up to worship you the minute she saw you at the train on your first year! Is that what you need, Harry? Haven't you lived in the spotlight for long enough? The last thing you need is some starstruck, lovely young thing bumbling after you in your shadow; her sole existence is for you! Can't you see it in her eyes, the way she stares at you like you're some god?!
You need someone who won't come mollycoddling you at every whim and fancy, you need someone that has the guts to tell you that you screw up at times; you need someone to share the limelight with!
Harry, don't you, don't you notice that you need me?
Snapping out of his reverie, Draco scowled curtly and turned to face Harry, looking straight into his eyes.
"I was busy."
Author xerised
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3885 words
Summary: No one expected Draco Malfoy to turn up at Harry and Ginny's wedding party.
Why I loved this: It's Harry's wedding day, but Ginny is the only one who's truly happy in this fic. Instead, Harry puts up a front for the guests, while Draco hides in the shadows watching him. I like how Harry and Draco's thoughts interrupt the sentences, showing us how they feel even if they won't say it out loud. And it's not until the end, where several decades have passed, that we find out the real status of their friendship.
He blended in perfectly with the night.
Draco sat on the porch, eyes staring unseeingly up into the starry night sky. He sighed deeply, relaxing his arms for the first time for that night, letting them hang loosely on his legs. He could hear the cheering and singing from the house, and he screwed his eyes shut, trying to block out the noise. Hunching forlornly down so that his pointed chin was on his knee, he looked blankly at the grass. Fishing his wand out from his pocket, he aimed it directly on the bright green as beautiful as your eyes grass and moved his wand as if he was writing on a piece of parchment.
Silver powder shot out from the tip of his wand, coating the blades of grass with a fine sheen of silver ink. He tilted his face, and traced the air blankly with his wand. HP is for Harry Potter, a boy who unknowingly stole my heart when I thought I didn't have one, and DM is for Draco Malfoy, whose only wish was to be Draco Potter…
Draco shook his head furiously at himself. He was just about to raise his wand and erase the markings-
"Malfoy!"
Draco jumped and turned his head, seeing Harry stumble forth and land unceremoniously on his butt beside Draco. The blond hurriedly regained his composure and pasted a ready-made smile on his face.
"As gracious as you always are, Potter," Draco smirked but his heart wasn't in it, staring at Harry. The ex-Gryffindor was wearing a casual thin white shirt, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows. A red and gold Gryffindor tie was knotted messily around the shirt collar, and it was extremely long, extending down doesn't fit you, Harry, like how Weasley doesn't fit you-to his navel. Harry's jeans hugged his legs tightly, emphasizing his long, muscular legs.
"Pretty casual attire for a wedding party, isn't it, Potter?" Draco drawled carelessly, but he hurriedly averted look at anything, Draco, anything besides his body- his eyes in the opposite direction.
"Well, you know what it's like. It is a party, after all," Harry grinned at Draco, who didn't return the grin. Harry sighed, running a head through his hair. He bit his lip, as though debating on what to say next. A comfortable silence hung in the air, only interrupted by the sound of crickets chirping sharply into the night and the gentle hooting of owls. Both men kept quiet, secretly enjoying each other's company.
Suddenly, as if remember he had a question he forgot to ask, Harry blinked and inadvertently clenched I thought you were going to come today, Draco, I was looking forward- his fists. He pursed his lips together tightly before blustering, "Why didn't I see you at the actual wedding today? I'm sure that I owled you the details of the event weeks before! If you, if you weren't going to be there you could have kindly replied!"
Draco's hand gripped his wand, his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palm.
Why didn't I go, Harry? Do you want to know why? Well, when you were getting married to that… that Weasley, I was at home in the scruffiest, the most inelegant pyjamas that I had, teeth unbrushed, hair uncombed, face stained with tears, curled up in a pathetic ball in my room! Weasley took my place, she took my place, the place that I should have been, standing beside you when you were reciting your fucking marriage vows! I spent hours like that, thinking of the years when we were in school, regretting things that I shouldn't have done, thinking about things that I should have done to earn your friendship, and ultimately your love. I didn't go, because I knew that if I went, I'll go there acting like some lovelorn, spurned fool!
Does anyone not notice that she is not suited for you?! Hell, she was practically brought up to worship you the minute she saw you at the train on your first year! Is that what you need, Harry? Haven't you lived in the spotlight for long enough? The last thing you need is some starstruck, lovely young thing bumbling after you in your shadow; her sole existence is for you! Can't you see it in her eyes, the way she stares at you like you're some god?!
You need someone who won't come mollycoddling you at every whim and fancy, you need someone that has the guts to tell you that you screw up at times; you need someone to share the limelight with!
Harry, don't you, don't you notice that you need me?
Snapping out of his reverie, Draco scowled curtly and turned to face Harry, looking straight into his eyes.
"I was busy."