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Author: Irisri
Title: Just One Touch
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco Malfoy had been in France doing Ministry work, and the last time Harry had seen him, he’d been dodging Killing Curses by Voldemort because the Dark Lord had found out Malfoy was a double agent
Characters: Harry, Draco
Prompt: Touch
Completed: 14/50 (lions_serpents)
Words: 544
Disclaim: Harry Potter, and Draco, aren’t mine… (besides, I hate the pairing… so yeah).
Author’s Note: This is for all my Harry/Draco lovin’ friends out there. (but mostly for bluemonkeyz8 cuz she’s da bomb at writing these kina fics, and she’s trying to convert me into a H/D lovin’ person… which won’t work, but I applaud her for trying.)
Fifteen years had gone by, Harry realized as he stood outside the café, since he’d seen his ex-nemesis. He didn’t care to stop the long time that had gone by, but this meeting was important, crucial, to the Aurors of England.
Draco Malfoy had been in France doing Ministry work, and the last time Harry had seen him, he’d been dodging Killing Curses by Voldemort because the Dark Lord had found out Malfoy was a double agent.
A man stepped up beside him, sunglasses on despite the cool grey weather, with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. The man didn’t turn his head, but he spoke.
“Do you not know, Potter, that coming out into public without a guise is a very fatal mistake? A man with your line of work, I thought it would be second nature.”
The voice was unmistakable, the taunt familiar. “Malfoy,” he nodded, not looking at him, but felt his hands curl into the fists that always seemed to clench with want of punching the object of his frustration. “Sometimes a man’s best disguise is the best attraction.”
“It is also the oldest trick in the books, Potter.”
Harry sighed, trying not to give in the urge to start yelling about what a coward Malfoy was in the first place, running off to France so the Minister and Aurors wouldn’t put a noose over his neck and so the remaining Death Eaters wouldn’t Crucio him after they finally found what they’d been searching for. “Shall we?” he asked, waving his arm towards the café door.
The dark haired man nodded, and Harry shoved away the twinge he felt when he realized he’d liked it blonde. It was more attractive.
As if reading his thoughts, as Malfoy walked past him into the café, he said, “Don’t worry Potter. It’s only Metamorphmagi.”
Harry bit his lip, barely containing the sigh of relief that almost erupted from his throat.
They negosiated, speaking quietly over a cup of coffee, a silencing spell on the table around them. Finally, Harry stood up and stretched.
“I think I’m going to call it a day, Malfoy.”
“Of course, Potter,” Malfoy replied mockingly, standing up also.
Neither of them realized they walked beside each other comfortably on the way out of the café.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to be calm as he forced himself to reach his hand out to shake Malfoy’s.
Malfoy looked down at the hand for a second, then back at Harry’s face before grasping the hand outstretched to him firmly. A jolt ran up both their arms and they looked at each other, their eyes wide, before letting go quickly and stepping back.
Awkwardly, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
As Harry walked down Diagon Alley, he kept looking at his hand, wondering if Malfoy had a Muggle shocker on his hand, and that could have been the reason for the jolt.
He realized that couldn’t be so, because Malfoy disapproved of Muggle items, that much he knew couldn’t have changed in the years.
Still, he wondered how Draco’s touch could have had such an effect on him, to cause such a reaction. It was then that he realized something. He’d thought of Malfoy as ‘Draco’.
A/N 2: ALRIGHT, be nice people. It’s my first attempt at slash, and I didn’t even get the two kissing, but it’s the best I can do.
Title: Just One Touch
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco Malfoy had been in France doing Ministry work, and the last time Harry had seen him, he’d been dodging Killing Curses by Voldemort because the Dark Lord had found out Malfoy was a double agent
Characters: Harry, Draco
Prompt: Touch
Completed: 14/50 (lions_serpents)
Words: 544
Disclaim: Harry Potter, and Draco, aren’t mine… (besides, I hate the pairing… so yeah).
Author’s Note: This is for all my Harry/Draco lovin’ friends out there. (but mostly for bluemonkeyz8 cuz she’s da bomb at writing these kina fics, and she’s trying to convert me into a H/D lovin’ person… which won’t work, but I applaud her for trying.)
Fifteen years had gone by, Harry realized as he stood outside the café, since he’d seen his ex-nemesis. He didn’t care to stop the long time that had gone by, but this meeting was important, crucial, to the Aurors of England.
Draco Malfoy had been in France doing Ministry work, and the last time Harry had seen him, he’d been dodging Killing Curses by Voldemort because the Dark Lord had found out Malfoy was a double agent.
A man stepped up beside him, sunglasses on despite the cool grey weather, with dark brown hair pulled back into a ponytail. The man didn’t turn his head, but he spoke.
“Do you not know, Potter, that coming out into public without a guise is a very fatal mistake? A man with your line of work, I thought it would be second nature.”
The voice was unmistakable, the taunt familiar. “Malfoy,” he nodded, not looking at him, but felt his hands curl into the fists that always seemed to clench with want of punching the object of his frustration. “Sometimes a man’s best disguise is the best attraction.”
“It is also the oldest trick in the books, Potter.”
Harry sighed, trying not to give in the urge to start yelling about what a coward Malfoy was in the first place, running off to France so the Minister and Aurors wouldn’t put a noose over his neck and so the remaining Death Eaters wouldn’t Crucio him after they finally found what they’d been searching for. “Shall we?” he asked, waving his arm towards the café door.
The dark haired man nodded, and Harry shoved away the twinge he felt when he realized he’d liked it blonde. It was more attractive.
As if reading his thoughts, as Malfoy walked past him into the café, he said, “Don’t worry Potter. It’s only Metamorphmagi.”
Harry bit his lip, barely containing the sigh of relief that almost erupted from his throat.
They negosiated, speaking quietly over a cup of coffee, a silencing spell on the table around them. Finally, Harry stood up and stretched.
“I think I’m going to call it a day, Malfoy.”
“Of course, Potter,” Malfoy replied mockingly, standing up also.
Neither of them realized they walked beside each other comfortably on the way out of the café.
Harry took a deep breath, trying to be calm as he forced himself to reach his hand out to shake Malfoy’s.
Malfoy looked down at the hand for a second, then back at Harry’s face before grasping the hand outstretched to him firmly. A jolt ran up both their arms and they looked at each other, their eyes wide, before letting go quickly and stepping back.
Awkwardly, they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
As Harry walked down Diagon Alley, he kept looking at his hand, wondering if Malfoy had a Muggle shocker on his hand, and that could have been the reason for the jolt.
He realized that couldn’t be so, because Malfoy disapproved of Muggle items, that much he knew couldn’t have changed in the years.
Still, he wondered how Draco’s touch could have had such an effect on him, to cause such a reaction. It was then that he realized something. He’d thought of Malfoy as ‘Draco’.
A/N 2: ALRIGHT, be nice people. It’s my first attempt at slash, and I didn’t even get the two kissing, but it’s the best I can do.