AWDT Ficlet: Closer
Title: Closer
Author: original_lie
Genre: Fluff/Romance 0.o
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: JK owns teh purties, I just like to play pretend.
Warning: Naughty words, just a few. Kinda ignores some things that happened in HBP/Post-HBP.
Length: ~1200
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt(s): "Where were you last night? and "I want coffee.". I had typed most of this up when Word decided to crash so I ended up writing most of it by hand, hence most of the beginning changed and why it's a little late. Most definitely un-beta's because I suck at time management.
Summary: Harry's not sleeping in his bed... and he really couldn't care what people think.
Closer
::
Harry woke slowly; unsure of his surroundings. The king single bed was the same as his, though the colours and luxuriant sheets and pillowcases were different. The warm body fitted around his and long limbs tangled with his were the main difference however. Turning his head to the side, Harry glimpsed down at his partner, lifting one hand to brush the hair from the other boys forehead.
Harry gave a half smile, when he noticed that Draco Malfoy, of all people, was snoring. Not the freight train rattle that would keep everyone awake at night, but a snuffly little snore that just about melted Harry’s heart. Draco’s rosy pink lips were parted ever so slightly, his bottom row of teeth showing enough for Harry to see that the front two were slightly crooked, one of the edges overlapping, just a little, over the other.
Harry’s smile grew, thrilled beyond words that he was being permitted to see Draco at his most vulnerable. That he was allowed to look freely upon Draco without fear of someone might see his gaze linger too long on the Malfoy Heir, or that Draco might mock him for ridiculous displays of romanticism.
Scooting down a little Harry ran the tip of his finger along Draco’s jaw, concentrating on the minutiae that could only be seen this close up. Draco’s features were still as sharp and pointed and where sharper still in the almost nonexistent light. And while Draco wasn’t what most would consider dashing or striking, to Harry he was beautiful, he had often thought that maybe it was a Black family thing, the sharp angles that came and overwrought a normally beauteous person when they didn’t eat enough… like Sirius and even Draco’s crazed aunt, Bellatrix. It would be believable if one had not seen Lucius Malfoy, and the unnerving similarity between father and son.
Harry sighed, a low barely audible puff of air, his eyes continuing their journey around Draco’s face while it was close enough to study. There was a light smattering of freckles on the bridge of Draco’s nose, smirking Harry pressed the tip of his nose to Draco’s almost going cross-eyed while trying to deliberate as to whether or not there was a pattern. Pulling back a little, Harry noted that Draco’s light blond eyelashes were barely visible against his pale skin, though when Harry looked close enough he could see, even without his glasses, that they were almost as long as his thumbnail.
Reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, Harry could tell that the hour was growing late, and that the students in the dormitories would probably be up soon. Carefully extricating himself from Draco’s inert grip, Harry fished around the end of the bed for his wand. Casting a wordless Tempus Harry swore harshly under his breath. Rubbing his eyes with the balls of his hands, Harry snaked a hand out to pick his glasses up off of the bedside cabinet before he turned to look at Draco again. Biting his lip when his eyes landed on the trail of fair hair leading from Draco’s bellybutton and arrowing downwards to his barely concealed cock.
Slowly, Harry edged himself completely from the bed, barely stifling a groan when Draco inched into the warm spot he left, wrapping his arms loosely around the pillow Harry had been using. Harry wasn’t sure if it was the combination of unconscious gesture of connectivity and the vision of utter debauchery that made his cock twitch interestedly, or if it was the possibility of being caught, in the snake pit of all places. All he knew was that he was half hard and had to get back to Gryffindor before anyone realised he hadn’t come back last night.
Slipping into his track pants and Weasley jumper, Harry hurriedly stepped into his shoes before slipping the Invisibility Cloak over his head. With one last glance at Draco, Harry slipped through the part in the curtains and hurried from the Dungeon’s to Gryffindor tower, running most of the way, only slowing down when he reached the seventh floor landing. Quickly whispering the password to the sleeping Fat Lady, Harry rushed up to the boy’s dorms, shoving his Cloak in the trunk just as Neville rolled over and opened his eyes. Picking up his uniform, Harry headed down to the showers.
::
Waiting in the Great Hall, Harry pushed the congealed oats around in his bowl. Looking up every now and then to see who was coming in. Not long after he’d started shredding a slice of toast Hermione and Ron plopped down on either side of the table, Hermione frowning disapprovingly at Harry already.
“Where were you last night?” she hissed, pouring herself a cup of tea before turning to fill both his and Ron’s.
“I want coffee.” Harry murmured, looking back to the doors.
Hermione harrumphed, levitating a carafe of coffee from further down the table before pouring a little into Harry’s cup. Setting it down, she raised an eyebrow and leant forward.
“I was busy.” Harry said, waving his arm dismissively.
Ron snickered around a bite of toast, ignoring the reproachful glare Hermione shot him before she leant closer.
“I thought you were going to stay away from him. You know what will happen if everyone found out you were engaging in illicit assignations with Lucius Malfoy’s son!”
Harry rolled his eyes, picking up his cup just as Draco slipped into the Great Hall. Following him with his eyes, Harry waited til the other boy looked over and offered a quick, small smile, grinning when Draco’s usually smirk was replaced, momentarily, with a genuine smile of his own.
“Who cares anymore, Hermione? Voldemort’s gone, hell, even Lucius is gone. We’re both free to see whoever we want. Surprisingly, we want to see each other.”
“Just because he saved your life isn’t reason enough, Harry.”
Both looked to Ron, who simply shrugged and chugged half his goblet of Pumpkin Juice. “I think we’ve all seen too much too be arguing over who the hell Harry fucks. If the Ferret does it for him, than all’s well that ends well. But if he hurts you, I’ll hex him from here to Hades without an ounce of remorse.”
Harry grinned triumphantly at Hermione who looked somewhat scandalised.
“I’m only trying to help. I just want what’s best for you.”
“I understand that, ‘Mione. But you don’t see what I see. Sure he’s a narcissistic git most of the time, but there’s a side of him that’s completely different.”
Hermione shrugged, sipping at her tea while she thought. “What about everyone else. They don’t know about that. All they know is he’s a - he was a Death Eater who saved your life and helped us in the end. They’re not going to understand.”
“I know that, Hermione. And frankly,” Harry started dramatically. “I don’t give a damn what they think anymore.”
Ron gave a short laugh, and clapped Harry on the back, while Hermione just shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Smirking, Harry shot another look over at the Slytherin table, winking boldly at Draco before turning his attention back to his breakfast.
Author: original_lie
Genre: Fluff/Romance 0.o
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: JK owns teh purties, I just like to play pretend.
Warning: Naughty words, just a few. Kinda ignores some things that happened in HBP/Post-HBP.
Length: ~1200
A/N: Written for jamie2109 and nocturnali's AWDT prompt(s): "Where were you last night? and "I want coffee.". I had typed most of this up when Word decided to crash so I ended up writing most of it by hand, hence most of the beginning changed and why it's a little late. Most definitely un-beta's because I suck at time management.
Summary: Harry's not sleeping in his bed... and he really couldn't care what people think.
Closer
::
Harry woke slowly; unsure of his surroundings. The king single bed was the same as his, though the colours and luxuriant sheets and pillowcases were different. The warm body fitted around his and long limbs tangled with his were the main difference however. Turning his head to the side, Harry glimpsed down at his partner, lifting one hand to brush the hair from the other boys forehead.
Harry gave a half smile, when he noticed that Draco Malfoy, of all people, was snoring. Not the freight train rattle that would keep everyone awake at night, but a snuffly little snore that just about melted Harry’s heart. Draco’s rosy pink lips were parted ever so slightly, his bottom row of teeth showing enough for Harry to see that the front two were slightly crooked, one of the edges overlapping, just a little, over the other.
Harry’s smile grew, thrilled beyond words that he was being permitted to see Draco at his most vulnerable. That he was allowed to look freely upon Draco without fear of someone might see his gaze linger too long on the Malfoy Heir, or that Draco might mock him for ridiculous displays of romanticism.
Scooting down a little Harry ran the tip of his finger along Draco’s jaw, concentrating on the minutiae that could only be seen this close up. Draco’s features were still as sharp and pointed and where sharper still in the almost nonexistent light. And while Draco wasn’t what most would consider dashing or striking, to Harry he was beautiful, he had often thought that maybe it was a Black family thing, the sharp angles that came and overwrought a normally beauteous person when they didn’t eat enough… like Sirius and even Draco’s crazed aunt, Bellatrix. It would be believable if one had not seen Lucius Malfoy, and the unnerving similarity between father and son.
Harry sighed, a low barely audible puff of air, his eyes continuing their journey around Draco’s face while it was close enough to study. There was a light smattering of freckles on the bridge of Draco’s nose, smirking Harry pressed the tip of his nose to Draco’s almost going cross-eyed while trying to deliberate as to whether or not there was a pattern. Pulling back a little, Harry noted that Draco’s light blond eyelashes were barely visible against his pale skin, though when Harry looked close enough he could see, even without his glasses, that they were almost as long as his thumbnail.
Reaching up to scratch the back of his neck, Harry could tell that the hour was growing late, and that the students in the dormitories would probably be up soon. Carefully extricating himself from Draco’s inert grip, Harry fished around the end of the bed for his wand. Casting a wordless Tempus Harry swore harshly under his breath. Rubbing his eyes with the balls of his hands, Harry snaked a hand out to pick his glasses up off of the bedside cabinet before he turned to look at Draco again. Biting his lip when his eyes landed on the trail of fair hair leading from Draco’s bellybutton and arrowing downwards to his barely concealed cock.
Slowly, Harry edged himself completely from the bed, barely stifling a groan when Draco inched into the warm spot he left, wrapping his arms loosely around the pillow Harry had been using. Harry wasn’t sure if it was the combination of unconscious gesture of connectivity and the vision of utter debauchery that made his cock twitch interestedly, or if it was the possibility of being caught, in the snake pit of all places. All he knew was that he was half hard and had to get back to Gryffindor before anyone realised he hadn’t come back last night.
Slipping into his track pants and Weasley jumper, Harry hurriedly stepped into his shoes before slipping the Invisibility Cloak over his head. With one last glance at Draco, Harry slipped through the part in the curtains and hurried from the Dungeon’s to Gryffindor tower, running most of the way, only slowing down when he reached the seventh floor landing. Quickly whispering the password to the sleeping Fat Lady, Harry rushed up to the boy’s dorms, shoving his Cloak in the trunk just as Neville rolled over and opened his eyes. Picking up his uniform, Harry headed down to the showers.
::
Waiting in the Great Hall, Harry pushed the congealed oats around in his bowl. Looking up every now and then to see who was coming in. Not long after he’d started shredding a slice of toast Hermione and Ron plopped down on either side of the table, Hermione frowning disapprovingly at Harry already.
“Where were you last night?” she hissed, pouring herself a cup of tea before turning to fill both his and Ron’s.
“I want coffee.” Harry murmured, looking back to the doors.
Hermione harrumphed, levitating a carafe of coffee from further down the table before pouring a little into Harry’s cup. Setting it down, she raised an eyebrow and leant forward.
“I was busy.” Harry said, waving his arm dismissively.
Ron snickered around a bite of toast, ignoring the reproachful glare Hermione shot him before she leant closer.
“I thought you were going to stay away from him. You know what will happen if everyone found out you were engaging in illicit assignations with Lucius Malfoy’s son!”
Harry rolled his eyes, picking up his cup just as Draco slipped into the Great Hall. Following him with his eyes, Harry waited til the other boy looked over and offered a quick, small smile, grinning when Draco’s usually smirk was replaced, momentarily, with a genuine smile of his own.
“Who cares anymore, Hermione? Voldemort’s gone, hell, even Lucius is gone. We’re both free to see whoever we want. Surprisingly, we want to see each other.”
“Just because he saved your life isn’t reason enough, Harry.”
Both looked to Ron, who simply shrugged and chugged half his goblet of Pumpkin Juice. “I think we’ve all seen too much too be arguing over who the hell Harry fucks. If the Ferret does it for him, than all’s well that ends well. But if he hurts you, I’ll hex him from here to Hades without an ounce of remorse.”
Harry grinned triumphantly at Hermione who looked somewhat scandalised.
“I’m only trying to help. I just want what’s best for you.”
“I understand that, ‘Mione. But you don’t see what I see. Sure he’s a narcissistic git most of the time, but there’s a side of him that’s completely different.”
Hermione shrugged, sipping at her tea while she thought. “What about everyone else. They don’t know about that. All they know is he’s a - he was a Death Eater who saved your life and helped us in the end. They’re not going to understand.”
“I know that, Hermione. And frankly,” Harry started dramatically. “I don’t give a damn what they think anymore.”
Ron gave a short laugh, and clapped Harry on the back, while Hermione just shook her head, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Smirking, Harry shot another look over at the Slytherin table, winking boldly at Draco before turning his attention back to his breakfast.