25 Days of Draco and Harry - Prompt 2
Title: For Your Smile
Author: onaxe
Word Count: 557
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt #2
Warning: Still a little angsty
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 2nd part of the series! First one is here: Quiet Like the Snow
Draco was unsure of how long it was before he finally pulled away from Potter's embrace, avoiding eye contact, his previous display of emotion leaving him feeling awkward and slightly embarrassed.
Potter, however, seemed reluctant to release his hold, his hands sliding down to grip Draco's upper arms to prevent him from moving too far away.
"I..." Draco started, talking to the floor as he nibbled on his lower lip, unsure of what it was he wanted to say. "Potter, I-"
"Harry!"
The sudden cry of his name had Potter leaping away from Draco as though he'd been hit by a stinging hex, his hands lifted in the air in a clear display of 'I'm innocent!'.
Granger was ambling towards them, looking slightly ridiculous in a bright yellow jacket. Her bushy brown hair billowed out from under a knitted woollen cap, an old Gryffindor scarf typically wrapped around her neck.
"Hey, Hermione!" Harry greeted, casting Draco an uncertain look before trudging off to meet her.
Granger's gaze flicked to Draco and away in a dismissive manner, perhaps hoping if she ignored his existence then he'd eventually vanish into thin air. Draco glowered in return, watching her talk to Potter in hushed tones a few feet from where he stood.
She appeared to be trying to persuade Potter of something, a concerned frown on her face as she gently touched his arm. Potter shook his head with a soft smile, his head tilted towards her in a familiar manner as he spoke.
Draco ground his teeth together, his wand slipping into his hand even before he thought about it. He hated that Granger could touch Potter like that; without any fear that she'd be brushed off, rejected as something vile and unworthy. He hated the way Potter looked at her, with a gentle affection that spoke of years of friendship. Most of all though, he loathed that he would never have a relationship like that with Potter, having already been denied the chance all those years ago when Potter refused his hand.
With no thought of the consequences, Draco swished his wand in the air with a muttered, "Exigus vertex!"
A wind picked up at his feet, gathering clumps of snow in its wake. It grew quickly, swirling towards the two Gryffindors. They let out mutual cries of surprise as the wind enveloped them, trapping them within a whirlwind of snow.
Draco watched in quiet amusement as Potter flapped about, covering his face as he was pelted by the miniature clumps of snow. Granger, however, kept her head and ruined his fun by casting a quick 'finite incantatem'.
The whirlwind immediately vanished, the remaining snow falling heavily over their ducked heads. Draco expected an angry outburst, for wands to be drawn and hexes to be fired in his direction in the name of revenge. He didn't expect for the two Gryffindors to burst out into peals of laughter, teasing each other's appearances as they brushed the snow from their shoulders.
Potter turned to him, a wide grin spread across his face that sent heat pooling through Draco's chest and up into his face, warming his cheeks. A single thought crossed his mind at that point. He would do anything if it meant he could always see that smile beaming towards him; as bright as the very sun.
Author: onaxe
Word Count: 557
Rating: G
Prompt: Prompt #2
Warning: Still a little angsty
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. No copyright infringement intended.
Author's Notes: 2nd part of the series! First one is here: Quiet Like the Snow
Draco was unsure of how long it was before he finally pulled away from Potter's embrace, avoiding eye contact, his previous display of emotion leaving him feeling awkward and slightly embarrassed.
Potter, however, seemed reluctant to release his hold, his hands sliding down to grip Draco's upper arms to prevent him from moving too far away.
"I..." Draco started, talking to the floor as he nibbled on his lower lip, unsure of what it was he wanted to say. "Potter, I-"
"Harry!"
The sudden cry of his name had Potter leaping away from Draco as though he'd been hit by a stinging hex, his hands lifted in the air in a clear display of 'I'm innocent!'.
Granger was ambling towards them, looking slightly ridiculous in a bright yellow jacket. Her bushy brown hair billowed out from under a knitted woollen cap, an old Gryffindor scarf typically wrapped around her neck.
"Hey, Hermione!" Harry greeted, casting Draco an uncertain look before trudging off to meet her.
Granger's gaze flicked to Draco and away in a dismissive manner, perhaps hoping if she ignored his existence then he'd eventually vanish into thin air. Draco glowered in return, watching her talk to Potter in hushed tones a few feet from where he stood.
She appeared to be trying to persuade Potter of something, a concerned frown on her face as she gently touched his arm. Potter shook his head with a soft smile, his head tilted towards her in a familiar manner as he spoke.
Draco ground his teeth together, his wand slipping into his hand even before he thought about it. He hated that Granger could touch Potter like that; without any fear that she'd be brushed off, rejected as something vile and unworthy. He hated the way Potter looked at her, with a gentle affection that spoke of years of friendship. Most of all though, he loathed that he would never have a relationship like that with Potter, having already been denied the chance all those years ago when Potter refused his hand.
With no thought of the consequences, Draco swished his wand in the air with a muttered, "Exigus vertex!"
A wind picked up at his feet, gathering clumps of snow in its wake. It grew quickly, swirling towards the two Gryffindors. They let out mutual cries of surprise as the wind enveloped them, trapping them within a whirlwind of snow.
Draco watched in quiet amusement as Potter flapped about, covering his face as he was pelted by the miniature clumps of snow. Granger, however, kept her head and ruined his fun by casting a quick 'finite incantatem'.
The whirlwind immediately vanished, the remaining snow falling heavily over their ducked heads. Draco expected an angry outburst, for wands to be drawn and hexes to be fired in his direction in the name of revenge. He didn't expect for the two Gryffindors to burst out into peals of laughter, teasing each other's appearances as they brushed the snow from their shoulders.
Potter turned to him, a wide grin spread across his face that sent heat pooling through Draco's chest and up into his face, warming his cheeks. A single thought crossed his mind at that point. He would do anything if it meant he could always see that smile beaming towards him; as bright as the very sun.