Happy belated Birthday, dysonrules!
Title: Days By Your Side - Choice of Colour
Author: Lire lire_casander
Beta: B. Any mistakes left are my own.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: You convinced me to come here, and I trusted you. But this is not what you promised me it would be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own in any shape or form these characters, JK does. Only playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Warning(s): Angst. Fluff.
Word Count: 1125
Author's Notes: Written for dysonrules's birthday. She asked for red roof, a ring of keys and steam. I had quite some fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it, honey! Happy belated birthday!
Author's Note 2: This also fits prompt Kiss at hpfanfic10x10.
Draco was not sure whether he was more tired of being locked in that horrendous house, or of the general decrepitude of the building they were currently inhabiting. Grimmauld Place was far better than his flat back in Australia, but it was far from being as glamorous and hospitable as the Manor had been before Voldemort took it. Draco didn't like to live among obscurity and screaming portraits hidden underneath moth-eaten black curtains, but he was determined not to say a word about the state of the house, since Harry seemed to like it. But the blond had a limit, and Draco reached his one Saturday evening while Teddy was playing with a ring of keys Harry had given to him. They used to take the child with them on the weekends - Andromeda hadn't seemed fazed by Draco's return.
Draco observed his boyfriend's godson toddling around, the keys shining and clicking in his hands, heading out of the living room and straight into the darkness of the corridor, where not even a single light was ignited. None of them ever allowed Teddy to stay in the corridors alone, for the Noble House of Black hid several powerful secrets. "Teddy?" he asked aloud, standing up and stepping into the corridor. "Teddy, come here immediately!"
"What happened, Draco?" Harry asked, his head popping out of the kitchen's doorframe. "Where is Teddy?"
"He toddled out of the living room," Draco explained, shaking his head. "Now it will be impossible to find him without casting a tracking spell, this house is so bloody dark!"
"Don't say that! I love it this way!"
"You love to live under obscurity and rubble? Fine, but that's not what Teddy needs!" Draco stomped his foot on the floor and turned around, followed by Harry in his quest to find the child. Harry tried to explain himself, but Draco wasn't listening to him. He heard nothing but the sounds of the cracking stairsas they attempted to locate the place where Teddy had gone. After a couple of despairing minutes, a wail provided him with the answer he was looking for. "You filthy Mudbloods, blood traitors..."
"The portrait!" they both exclaimed, running off to the guarded room somehow Teddy had managed to slip into.
The image unfolding before their eyes once they entered the room would have been hilarious had Draco not been as worried as he was. Teddy was sitting in front of the big portrait, the black curtain slowly falling through his fingers towards the floor, while he looked up at the angry Mrs Black, screaming all her hatred for the whole world to hear. Even Kreacher, the old house elf with the shaky aspect, had come to the room to listen to his former owner.
"Enough!" Harry yelled, brandishing a wooden spoon and his apron as his only weapons, as he walked in front of the portrait, snatching the curtain from its spot on the ground and trying to cover the portrait with it. Draco, meanwhile, took Teddy in his arms - a distressed Teddy who was on the verge of tears. The blond wizard took the child out of the room, not wanting to interfere in Harry's heroic actions. When he managed to get back to the living room, the kid in his arms was already crying and trembling. And no matter how many kisses Draco left on that small, blond head, the child wouldn't stop his crying. "Shhh, Teddy, hush," he whispered. "Everything is alright now, you are not in danger..."
Harry found them sitting on the couch, Draco rocking Teddy slightly in his arms, the child already asleep and fisting Draco's shirt in his tiny hands. "It's fixed now."
"I don't care," Draco said lowly. "I don't care anymore, Harry."
"But---"
"You convinced me to come here, and I trusted you. But this is not what you promised me it would be, and you refuse to improve the inhabitability of this old house. You wouldn't do it even for your godson's sake! I cannot always be upon him, preventing him from going out of the golden cage you have mentally put him into! I want you to fix this, and I mean actually fix it!"
Harry stared blankly at his boyfriend, the sweetness of his gentle touch on Teddy's head contrasting with the ice on his voice. With a heavy sigh, Harry walked through the doorframe and came back to the kitchen, the wheels in his head already turning.
*-*-*-*-*-*
"I have the perfect solution," Draco heard when he came down to have breakfast the day after the incident. Harry hadn't turned around, but he obviously had anticipated Draco's presence at the end of the stairs. "I left it in the living room, if you're kind enough to have a look at it."
Draco frowned, for Harry hadn't even had the grace to make eye contact with him, but he shrugged off the feeling of unease and walked towards the other room. There, in the middle of the floor, stood the most incredible scale model house he had ever seen.
It was a perfect reproduction of Grimmauld Place from what he could see. The house looked exactly like it did under daylight, grim yet somewhat appealing. His gaze wandered towards the inside he could distinguish behind the big windows. He frowned at the roof, but said nothing. "What is exactly the meaning of this?" he asked.
"It's the plan of rebuilding this place and making it somehow more inhabitable. No more dark corners, no more guarded rooms with yelling portraits," Harry explained at his back. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I was as scared as Teddy."
"Poor thing didn't know what he had set himself up for," Draco chuckled. "I like the idea, Harry. Even if it's only a plan, it's a lot."
"I thought we could develop it together, you telling me what to do and I immediately turning everything into red and gold nonsense," Harry offered half a smile.
"Talking about red..." Draco started, but Harry had approached him with that wicked smirk on his lips and Draco knew he was doomed if he tried to discuss anything with Harry - anything but the grade of passion the moment deserved, that is. They both had felt lonely the night before, with Draco refusing to leave Teddy's side and then rejecting Harry's failed attempts to make up.
Draco needed a good and steamy sex session, but his mind couldn't be stopped even if Harry was doing that mind-blowing thing to his neck. He had to speak before his mind was too fogged with the steam he was sure their intercourse would generate in such a small and heated space.
"Do you really think I will live under a red roof?"
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Author: Lire lire_casander
Beta: B. Any mistakes left are my own.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: You convinced me to come here, and I trusted you. But this is not what you promised me it would be.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own in any shape or form these characters, JK does. Only playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Warning(s): Angst. Fluff.
Word Count: 1125
Author's Notes: Written for dysonrules's birthday. She asked for red roof, a ring of keys and steam. I had quite some fun writing this, and I hope you enjoy it, honey! Happy belated birthday!
Author's Note 2: This also fits prompt Kiss at hpfanfic10x10.
Draco was not sure whether he was more tired of being locked in that horrendous house, or of the general decrepitude of the building they were currently inhabiting. Grimmauld Place was far better than his flat back in Australia, but it was far from being as glamorous and hospitable as the Manor had been before Voldemort took it. Draco didn't like to live among obscurity and screaming portraits hidden underneath moth-eaten black curtains, but he was determined not to say a word about the state of the house, since Harry seemed to like it. But the blond had a limit, and Draco reached his one Saturday evening while Teddy was playing with a ring of keys Harry had given to him. They used to take the child with them on the weekends - Andromeda hadn't seemed fazed by Draco's return.
Draco observed his boyfriend's godson toddling around, the keys shining and clicking in his hands, heading out of the living room and straight into the darkness of the corridor, where not even a single light was ignited. None of them ever allowed Teddy to stay in the corridors alone, for the Noble House of Black hid several powerful secrets. "Teddy?" he asked aloud, standing up and stepping into the corridor. "Teddy, come here immediately!"
"What happened, Draco?" Harry asked, his head popping out of the kitchen's doorframe. "Where is Teddy?"
"He toddled out of the living room," Draco explained, shaking his head. "Now it will be impossible to find him without casting a tracking spell, this house is so bloody dark!"
"Don't say that! I love it this way!"
"You love to live under obscurity and rubble? Fine, but that's not what Teddy needs!" Draco stomped his foot on the floor and turned around, followed by Harry in his quest to find the child. Harry tried to explain himself, but Draco wasn't listening to him. He heard nothing but the sounds of the cracking stairsas they attempted to locate the place where Teddy had gone. After a couple of despairing minutes, a wail provided him with the answer he was looking for. "You filthy Mudbloods, blood traitors..."
"The portrait!" they both exclaimed, running off to the guarded room somehow Teddy had managed to slip into.
The image unfolding before their eyes once they entered the room would have been hilarious had Draco not been as worried as he was. Teddy was sitting in front of the big portrait, the black curtain slowly falling through his fingers towards the floor, while he looked up at the angry Mrs Black, screaming all her hatred for the whole world to hear. Even Kreacher, the old house elf with the shaky aspect, had come to the room to listen to his former owner.
"Enough!" Harry yelled, brandishing a wooden spoon and his apron as his only weapons, as he walked in front of the portrait, snatching the curtain from its spot on the ground and trying to cover the portrait with it. Draco, meanwhile, took Teddy in his arms - a distressed Teddy who was on the verge of tears. The blond wizard took the child out of the room, not wanting to interfere in Harry's heroic actions. When he managed to get back to the living room, the kid in his arms was already crying and trembling. And no matter how many kisses Draco left on that small, blond head, the child wouldn't stop his crying. "Shhh, Teddy, hush," he whispered. "Everything is alright now, you are not in danger..."
Harry found them sitting on the couch, Draco rocking Teddy slightly in his arms, the child already asleep and fisting Draco's shirt in his tiny hands. "It's fixed now."
"I don't care," Draco said lowly. "I don't care anymore, Harry."
"But---"
"You convinced me to come here, and I trusted you. But this is not what you promised me it would be, and you refuse to improve the inhabitability of this old house. You wouldn't do it even for your godson's sake! I cannot always be upon him, preventing him from going out of the golden cage you have mentally put him into! I want you to fix this, and I mean actually fix it!"
Harry stared blankly at his boyfriend, the sweetness of his gentle touch on Teddy's head contrasting with the ice on his voice. With a heavy sigh, Harry walked through the doorframe and came back to the kitchen, the wheels in his head already turning.
*-*-*-*-*-*
"I have the perfect solution," Draco heard when he came down to have breakfast the day after the incident. Harry hadn't turned around, but he obviously had anticipated Draco's presence at the end of the stairs. "I left it in the living room, if you're kind enough to have a look at it."
Draco frowned, for Harry hadn't even had the grace to make eye contact with him, but he shrugged off the feeling of unease and walked towards the other room. There, in the middle of the floor, stood the most incredible scale model house he had ever seen.
It was a perfect reproduction of Grimmauld Place from what he could see. The house looked exactly like it did under daylight, grim yet somewhat appealing. His gaze wandered towards the inside he could distinguish behind the big windows. He frowned at the roof, but said nothing. "What is exactly the meaning of this?" he asked.
"It's the plan of rebuilding this place and making it somehow more inhabitable. No more dark corners, no more guarded rooms with yelling portraits," Harry explained at his back. "I'm sorry for yesterday. I was as scared as Teddy."
"Poor thing didn't know what he had set himself up for," Draco chuckled. "I like the idea, Harry. Even if it's only a plan, it's a lot."
"I thought we could develop it together, you telling me what to do and I immediately turning everything into red and gold nonsense," Harry offered half a smile.
"Talking about red..." Draco started, but Harry had approached him with that wicked smirk on his lips and Draco knew he was doomed if he tried to discuss anything with Harry - anything but the grade of passion the moment deserved, that is. They both had felt lonely the night before, with Draco refusing to leave Teddy's side and then rejecting Harry's failed attempts to make up.
Draco needed a good and steamy sex session, but his mind couldn't be stopped even if Harry was doing that mind-blowing thing to his neck. He had to speak before his mind was too fogged with the steam he was sure their intercourse would generate in such a small and heated space.
"Do you really think I will live under a red roof?"
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