'Only' (Harry/Draco) R
Title: Only
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Notes: For jexay. Just because he's such a slice. Sexual favours of questionable legality to Anisey for the beta.
Only
It was cold. Too cold to breathe, too cold to think. Draco cast a warming spell around himself once more and burrowed deeper into the thick blankets surrounding him. Was he safe? Draco closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. He lay there awake, terrified, until the thin light of dawn chased down the shadows and touched the edge of his-- of their bed. Only then did sleep take him.
__________
He dreamed. Dreamed of a thousand things he wished he had said, of a million things he wished he hadn’t, but mostly he dreamed of those eyes. Shining with laughter and greener than jealousy.
‘Ready, Draco?’ he whispered and Draco could feel the warmth of his smile on his skin, warmer than the sun, warmer than anything Draco had ever felt. Harry slid his hand into his and they jumped, where Draco had no idea, but he knew it didn’t matter, not when Harry’s skin was warm and alive and real against him, not when he could feel Harry’s pulse against his, fast and thrumming with excitement. His life had been so cold before.
They jumped, but somehow Harry caught him.
__________
Draco woke to the sound of heavy breathing and his wand was in hand before his feet hit the floor.
‘I suppose I shouldn’t have expected a welcome home party.’ Harry’s voice was soft and gravelly, as though from lack of use.
‘Harry!’
‘The one and only.’
Draco rushed forward and embraced him tightly, heedless - for once - of the various layers of dirt clinging to Harry’s person. He pulled away slightly when he felt Harry cringe against him. ‘What’s wrong? Are you hurt?’
‘Just tired. Nothing a good bath won’t cure.’ Harry ran gloved fingertips over the rise of Draco’s cheek bones and smiled. ‘Told you I’d come back.’
‘Yes, but you lie.’
‘Nah,’ Harry said, yawning. ‘Not about the important stuff.’
‘Was it bad?’ Draco asked, hands rigid on Harry’s shoulders. He couldn’t let Harry see him shake; Harry’d been through enough already.
Harry nodded and Draco smiled grimly. ‘How about that bath?’
__________
Harry was warm as he pressed against him and Draco feared he might come from the warmth alone. He was shaking and he knew Harry could feel it, could see it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, couldn’t have pulled himself away from all that skin, those green, green eyes, for anything in the world.
‘It’s been too long,’ he heard himself whisper, but it didn’t sound like him. Whoever it was sounded breathless but somehow capable of intelligent speech, the latter of which couldn’t possibly be him. Not now, not with Harry, Harry, Harry around him and inside of him, everywhere and nowhere, too much and not enough.
‘I’ve missed you so much,’ Harry murmured and pressed into him with long, smooth strokes, thumb rubbing along the sharp protrusion of bone at Draco’s hip.
‘You came back,’ Draco sobbed as Harry wrapped a callused hand, soft and warm from too long spent in the bath, around his length and stroked up hard, pulling the very life from his bones, releasing all of the hope and fear and need and grief that he had fought so long and hard to keep buried and out of reach of anyone, especially himself.
Harry thrust into him deep, head pressing desperately against the smooth flesh of Draco’s chest and came, flooding Draco with warmth too long gone. ‘I came back.’ Harry’s voice - rough and broken - was nearly lost in the cold silence of the room.
Draco could feel the tears, hot and burning against his skin, and he knew Harry would be gone before morning.
Harry met his eyes and smiled. It was all Draco could do not to beg him to stay.
__________
They lay together for a long time, their bed the only source of warmth and light in the too-cold quiet of a house neither of them wanted to be in. Harry stroked the black line of the mark that marred the smooth, pale flesh of Draco’s arm almost reverently and closed his eyes, pillowing his head on Draco’s belly. Grimmauld place creaked and sighed around them and on the eve of a war, a traitor and a hero found peace. If only for a moment.
- end -
Yet another ficlet to add to my growing and most-embarassing collection of H/D fic. *facepalm* Someone help meeeeeeeee!
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst
Notes: For jexay. Just because he's such a slice. Sexual favours of questionable legality to Anisey for the beta.
Only
It was cold. Too cold to breathe, too cold to think. Draco cast a warming spell around himself once more and burrowed deeper into the thick blankets surrounding him. Was he safe? Draco closed his eyes and tried not to think about it. He lay there awake, terrified, until the thin light of dawn chased down the shadows and touched the edge of his-- of their bed. Only then did sleep take him.
__________
He dreamed. Dreamed of a thousand things he wished he had said, of a million things he wished he hadn’t, but mostly he dreamed of those eyes. Shining with laughter and greener than jealousy.
‘Ready, Draco?’ he whispered and Draco could feel the warmth of his smile on his skin, warmer than the sun, warmer than anything Draco had ever felt. Harry slid his hand into his and they jumped, where Draco had no idea, but he knew it didn’t matter, not when Harry’s skin was warm and alive and real against him, not when he could feel Harry’s pulse against his, fast and thrumming with excitement. His life had been so cold before.
They jumped, but somehow Harry caught him.
__________
Draco woke to the sound of heavy breathing and his wand was in hand before his feet hit the floor.
‘I suppose I shouldn’t have expected a welcome home party.’ Harry’s voice was soft and gravelly, as though from lack of use.
‘Harry!’
‘The one and only.’
Draco rushed forward and embraced him tightly, heedless - for once - of the various layers of dirt clinging to Harry’s person. He pulled away slightly when he felt Harry cringe against him. ‘What’s wrong? Are you hurt?’
‘Just tired. Nothing a good bath won’t cure.’ Harry ran gloved fingertips over the rise of Draco’s cheek bones and smiled. ‘Told you I’d come back.’
‘Yes, but you lie.’
‘Nah,’ Harry said, yawning. ‘Not about the important stuff.’
‘Was it bad?’ Draco asked, hands rigid on Harry’s shoulders. He couldn’t let Harry see him shake; Harry’d been through enough already.
Harry nodded and Draco smiled grimly. ‘How about that bath?’
__________
Harry was warm as he pressed against him and Draco feared he might come from the warmth alone. He was shaking and he knew Harry could feel it, could see it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, couldn’t have pulled himself away from all that skin, those green, green eyes, for anything in the world.
‘It’s been too long,’ he heard himself whisper, but it didn’t sound like him. Whoever it was sounded breathless but somehow capable of intelligent speech, the latter of which couldn’t possibly be him. Not now, not with Harry, Harry, Harry around him and inside of him, everywhere and nowhere, too much and not enough.
‘I’ve missed you so much,’ Harry murmured and pressed into him with long, smooth strokes, thumb rubbing along the sharp protrusion of bone at Draco’s hip.
‘You came back,’ Draco sobbed as Harry wrapped a callused hand, soft and warm from too long spent in the bath, around his length and stroked up hard, pulling the very life from his bones, releasing all of the hope and fear and need and grief that he had fought so long and hard to keep buried and out of reach of anyone, especially himself.
Harry thrust into him deep, head pressing desperately against the smooth flesh of Draco’s chest and came, flooding Draco with warmth too long gone. ‘I came back.’ Harry’s voice - rough and broken - was nearly lost in the cold silence of the room.
Draco could feel the tears, hot and burning against his skin, and he knew Harry would be gone before morning.
Harry met his eyes and smiled. It was all Draco could do not to beg him to stay.
__________
They lay together for a long time, their bed the only source of warmth and light in the too-cold quiet of a house neither of them wanted to be in. Harry stroked the black line of the mark that marred the smooth, pale flesh of Draco’s arm almost reverently and closed his eyes, pillowing his head on Draco’s belly. Grimmauld place creaked and sighed around them and on the eve of a war, a traitor and a hero found peace. If only for a moment.
- end -
Yet another ficlet to add to my growing and most-embarassing collection of H/D fic. *facepalm* Someone help meeeeeeeee!