Ficlet: Blind For You

Jun 03, 2006 23:41

Title: Blind For You
Author: original_lie
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PGish
Word Count: 716
Warning: extremely vague references to drugs and alcohol.
A/N: Written for jamie2109 & nocturnali's AWDT prompt "I'm going to have my way with you one day... if that's okay with you.".
Disclaimer: Publishing rights © JKR.
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Summary: Draco likes to dance, Harry likes to watch...


Blind For You
~~***~~~

Harry sat in the shadowed corner, watching from the back of the club as Draco Malfoy took centre stage. His hips swaying in sync with the music, his hands travelling up and down his barely clad body, his eyes closed as he listened, and kept in time with the beat.

He sipped the malty golden liquid from the glass, watching all the while, as he savoured the rich smoky taste. He felt detached, almost voyeuristic as he watched his friend dance. His gaze never wandering for more than a few seconds from that wonderful, firm body on the other side of the room.

He watched as Draco came closer, his usually pale skin flushed from exertion, a smirk bordering on grin lighting his face and eyes.

“Come dance with me, Harry.” he drawled, pulling at Harry’s free hand as he worked the glass from the other hand. “Save me from the tweaked out twinks who’re threatening my virtue.”

Harry rolled his eyes while Draco sulked prettily, his big silver eyes pleading mercilessly in a rather un-Malfoyish way.

“You know I don’t dance.” Harry reminded him; one brow arching.

Draco sighed, flopping down next to Harry. “You know, Potter, I know I ask you to come to these oh so dreary places, but you don’t have to sit in the darkened corners sulking all night.”

“I am not sulking, Draco. I don’t dance and you know that. I’m fine sitting in my dark corners, drinking fine scotch whiskey while you dance a hole in your pretty little dance shoes. Now shoo, have your fun.”

Draco smirked, straightening himself up as he stood, brushing imaginary lint from his shoulders. “They are rather pretty shoes aren’t they.”

Harry rolled his eyes again, looking up at Draco who was now biting his lip in a rather fetching manner.

“It’s getting late, maybe we should leave. We do have work tomorrow after all.” Draco muttered.

Harry merely shook his head fondly, brushing his fingers down Draco’s arm until he reached his hand, curling his fingers momentarily around Draco’s.

“I usually have to drag you out of here. Get back out there and tease the boys for another half an hour, it’s still relatively early.”

Draco looked over his shoulder at the dance floor and back to Harry, looking rather torn before nodding.

“Fine, half an hour, but your buying me a hazelnut latte before work in the morning.”

Harry shook his head fondly before agreeing, watching Draco as he made his way back to the dance floor. Harry bit down on the inside of his cheek and groaned, slumping down in his chair, running his hand heavily through his hair.

-x-x-x-

Half an hour turned into an hour and a half, Harry reluctant to drag Draco away when he was clearly having such a good time. Draco eventually dragged himself back to the corner Harry was occupying, throwing himself into Harry’s side.

“I’m exhausted! Take me home Harry.” he whined, shifting his head to look up at Harry pitifully.

Harry sighed heavily, thankful that Draco was halfway tanked. Harry pushed himself up, his eyes raking over Draco’s form before offering his had and pulling the other man up.

Making his way to the alley out the back of the club, Harry Apparated to Draco’s apartment, leading, but mostly dragging, Draco to his bedroom. Draco grinned, rolling onto his side when Harry tried to unlace and take his shoes off.

“Keep still, Princess.” Harry chided, prodding Draco in the soft, ticklish spot of his side.

“Ugh, Harry, that hurts! ‘M not a princess either.” Draco moaned, curling into his pillow. “Don’t forget my latte in the morning.”

Harry shook his head, slipping the blanket up to Draco’s shoulders, tucking it into his sides.

“Sweet dreams, Draco.”

“You too, Harry.” Draco yawned.

Harry waited a few minutes, watching Draco til he was sure he was asleep. Pressing his hand to Draco’s forehead, Harry smoothed the fine blond hair off of his face, the tip of his finger tracing the fine line of his brow.

“I’m going to have my way with you one day,” Harry whispered, his fingertip dipping to trace Draco’s jaw line. “If that’s okay with you.”

Sighing resignedly, Harry turned towards the doorway, flicking off the light with one last look over his shoulder at Draco on the bed.

series: bfy, ficlet, harry potter, pairing: harry/draco, challenge: awdt

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