JMDC: The Last Compartment (Part 3)
Title: The Last Compartment (Part 3)
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed.
Word count: 1,570
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: My entry to enchanted_jae 's Monthly Drabble Challenge for October 2010, with the prompt of "You must be joking". I finished it in time and am quite happy about that. This is the third and final part of this fic. Again, point out any mistakes if you can.
Summary: Draco get his wand back and Harry get much, much more.
Harry was not sure how long they held hands for, but it was great. Draco’s hand was warm. And he was now friends with Draco. Sure, it was yet to be seen if they could actually be friends, but they both agreed to try.
He would now be able to say the name Draco out loud. He smiled and finally released Draco’s hand. Draco smiled back. He did not think he had ever seen Draco smile before. It was a beautiful sight to behold. So much so that he could not help but say it out loud.
“You look so much more attractive when you smile, Draco.” He said it, Draco. And it had sounded beautiful.
Harry noticed that Draco blushed. He misinterpreted the blush. “It is alright, isn’t it, if I call you Draco? You can call me Harry. In fact, I prefer it. Let’s have no more of this Potter, Malfoy nonsense, shall we?”
Draco nodded. “Yes, you can call me Draco.”
“Let’s hear it then.”
“Hear what?”
“Say it. Say Harry.” He wanted desperately for Draco to call him Harry all of a sudden.
“Alright...Harry.” Harry could not help but smile the widest smile he had smiled since before this past year.
“Great. So tell me all about yourself.”
“Pardon.”
“I want to know all about you, now that we are going to be friends. Tell me your life’s story.”
“It’s not all that interesting. I believe you can guess most of it.”
“I do not think so. I did not grow up a wizard, so I do not know what a typical wizarding childhood is like. I know most of Ron’s, but I do not think I would be wrong in saying you had a different childhood than he.”
“Yes, you are right in stating that we grew up differently. You did not grow up a wizard. What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, no. You are to tell me about yourself. Another day, I will tell you about my childhood another day. Now begin.” Harry settled himself back into his seat, like an eager child waiting for a tale he knew was going to be great.
Draco started speaking, silted at first, but very quickly warming to his subject. He was talking about himself after all. And Harry listened. He was fascinated. This was feeding his earlier feelings; the feelings he had had when watching Draco sleep.
He watched Draco’s hands while he spoke. They were so animated. His fingers were long and thin. Very attractive fingers, Harry thought. And that mouth, that mouth that he was now using. It looked delicious. Harry’s brain suddenly froze. He had an epiphany. He was falling for Draco Malfoy. He might have been falling for some time. Bloody hell, he had just become his friend. Maybe they could not be friends after all. But could they be something more?
When Draco began to tell Harry about his visit to Ollivander’s, he was seized with an idea. Being the brave and impetuous Gryffindor that he was, he decided to act upon it immediately.
“Draco, I have something I want to give you.”
Draco stopped talking immediately. “What is it?”
Harry got up and began to rummage through his bag. When he finally located what he was looking for he gave a triumphant thrill and turned to back to the bloke sitting in front of him.
Draco’s face froze. “My wand.”
“Exactly. Even though I got my old wand back, I have been holding on to it because I wanted to give it back to you personally. I also wanted to thank you for not giving me away all those months ago at your manor. So thank you.” Harry held out the wand to Draco.
Draco hesitated for a moment and then reached for his treasured wand. But Harry snatched it back with a slightly wicked smile.
Draco looked up at Harry with a wretched look. “Why? What are you playing at, Potter?”
Not the Potter thing again.
“Nothing. I am going to give it back, but there is a condition.”
Draco paled and looked frightened. “No, this cannot be happening.”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing horrible, I should hope.”
Draco seemed to be rallying up his courage. “Alright, what is it?”
“A kiss. I want a kiss.”
“Is this some sort of joke? It’s not very funny if it is, Potter”
“Stop with the Potter. I thought we had agreed to be on a first name basis.”
“Fine. Harry, this is not very funny. Stop jerking me around. Are you going to give me back my wand or are you just going to dangle it in front of my face?”
Harry was starting to feel bad. He had not meant to make Draco think he was playing with him. “Look, I am not playing a trick on you. Here, take your wand. I really want to give it back.” He held out the wand to Draco.
Again Draco hesitated. He finally reached for it tentatively. When Harry did not pull it back this time, he snatched it. Green sparks flew out from the tip and Draco giggled. Harry thought it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.
Harry sat down across from Draco and just watched as he got reacquainted with his wand.
~*~*~*~
Draco had his wand back! He had it in his hand again. It still worked for him. He kept casting silly spells, ones which a parent would use to amuse a small child, just to see them work for him.
After a while he settled back into his seat and turned to look at Potter, ah, Harry. When Harry had taken out his Hawthorne wand, he had been elated. Then he had mentioned a condition and despite the fact the Draco was certain Harry was not a vampire, he could not help but be fearful.
But a kiss. Harry wanted a kiss. From Draco. That was too much to comprehend. He had his wand back despite not having kissed Harry, so he knew Harry’s request had been made innocently enough. But what did it mean?
Did he want to kiss Harry? He looked over at his one time rival. He was fit enough. Quite fit actually. A year of living like a savage had certainly done his body good, if those muscles were any indication. This hair was still as unruly as ever. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. Where had that thought come from?
Harry was not watching him anymore. He was looking out the window. He looked a little sad. Was it because Draco had rejected him, sort of? He wanted to remove that frown from Harry’s lips. What lovely lips they were. They too looked soft and plump and kissable.
He was quickly realizing that he was indeed attracted to Harry. If he wanted a kiss from Draco, then why should he deny him?
“Do you still want that kiss?”
Harry’s head whipped around so quickly to face him that it looked painful. “What?”
“You said you wanted a kiss in exchange for my wand. I know have my wand, but you have not gotten your kiss. Do you still want it?” Draco bit his lip. What if he has changed his mind? He was sure to feel humiliated.
“Yes.” It was almost too soft for Draco to hear, but he caught it and nodded. He stood up, leaving his wand behind him, and then he straddled Harry’s legs and settled himself in his lap. It was a more sensual mirroring of what he had done in his dream. In his dream he had been compelled, this time he wanted to be close to Harry.
Draco reached up and removed Harry’s glasses. “If this is to be a proper kiss then these will probably we in the way.” He folded them up and set them aside.
He almost did not know how to proceed. Due to Voldemort’s involvement in his life, he had not done much kissing. Plus, he had never kissed a member of the same sex before.
Apparently he had vacillated for too long because Harry decided to take control. He cupped Draco’s face between his hands and brought their mouths together rather roughly. Their lips crashed together and their teeth clicked against each other. Draco pulled away slightly and he and Harry both laughed. Then things turned serious again. This time it was Draco who brought his lips to Harry’s
It was a tentative kiss, a gentle meeting. However, given the fact that they were both hormone driven eighteen year olds, the kiss turned heated rather quickly.
They were in the midsts of a very passionate snogging when the compartment door opened. Draco retched his mouth away from Harry’s to look over at who had entered. Granger and Weasley stood frozen in the doorway.
“Well, this is an interesting development.” That was Granger. Typical.
“You must be joking.” Weasley put it rather intellectually.
“We can continue this later.” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear. He disentangled himself from Harry, climbed out of his lap and went back to sit at his corner.
For the rest of the trip, Weasley would sneak puzzled glances at him and Harry. Granger would look at them rather knowingly, almost as if saying ‘I should have known.’ Harry and Draco exchanged teasing looks filled with promises. An interesting development indeed.
Finis
Author: Black Silk
Pairing: H/D
Rating: PG-13
Warning(s): Not Betaed.
Word count: 1,570
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling. I only put them in situations she would not; and if she did she would not dare publish them.
Author's note: My entry to enchanted_jae 's Monthly Drabble Challenge for October 2010, with the prompt of "You must be joking". I finished it in time and am quite happy about that. This is the third and final part of this fic. Again, point out any mistakes if you can.
Summary: Draco get his wand back and Harry get much, much more.
Harry was not sure how long they held hands for, but it was great. Draco’s hand was warm. And he was now friends with Draco. Sure, it was yet to be seen if they could actually be friends, but they both agreed to try.
He would now be able to say the name Draco out loud. He smiled and finally released Draco’s hand. Draco smiled back. He did not think he had ever seen Draco smile before. It was a beautiful sight to behold. So much so that he could not help but say it out loud.
“You look so much more attractive when you smile, Draco.” He said it, Draco. And it had sounded beautiful.
Harry noticed that Draco blushed. He misinterpreted the blush. “It is alright, isn’t it, if I call you Draco? You can call me Harry. In fact, I prefer it. Let’s have no more of this Potter, Malfoy nonsense, shall we?”
Draco nodded. “Yes, you can call me Draco.”
“Let’s hear it then.”
“Hear what?”
“Say it. Say Harry.” He wanted desperately for Draco to call him Harry all of a sudden.
“Alright...Harry.” Harry could not help but smile the widest smile he had smiled since before this past year.
“Great. So tell me all about yourself.”
“Pardon.”
“I want to know all about you, now that we are going to be friends. Tell me your life’s story.”
“It’s not all that interesting. I believe you can guess most of it.”
“I do not think so. I did not grow up a wizard, so I do not know what a typical wizarding childhood is like. I know most of Ron’s, but I do not think I would be wrong in saying you had a different childhood than he.”
“Yes, you are right in stating that we grew up differently. You did not grow up a wizard. What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh, no. You are to tell me about yourself. Another day, I will tell you about my childhood another day. Now begin.” Harry settled himself back into his seat, like an eager child waiting for a tale he knew was going to be great.
Draco started speaking, silted at first, but very quickly warming to his subject. He was talking about himself after all. And Harry listened. He was fascinated. This was feeding his earlier feelings; the feelings he had had when watching Draco sleep.
He watched Draco’s hands while he spoke. They were so animated. His fingers were long and thin. Very attractive fingers, Harry thought. And that mouth, that mouth that he was now using. It looked delicious. Harry’s brain suddenly froze. He had an epiphany. He was falling for Draco Malfoy. He might have been falling for some time. Bloody hell, he had just become his friend. Maybe they could not be friends after all. But could they be something more?
When Draco began to tell Harry about his visit to Ollivander’s, he was seized with an idea. Being the brave and impetuous Gryffindor that he was, he decided to act upon it immediately.
“Draco, I have something I want to give you.”
Draco stopped talking immediately. “What is it?”
Harry got up and began to rummage through his bag. When he finally located what he was looking for he gave a triumphant thrill and turned to back to the bloke sitting in front of him.
Draco’s face froze. “My wand.”
“Exactly. Even though I got my old wand back, I have been holding on to it because I wanted to give it back to you personally. I also wanted to thank you for not giving me away all those months ago at your manor. So thank you.” Harry held out the wand to Draco.
Draco hesitated for a moment and then reached for his treasured wand. But Harry snatched it back with a slightly wicked smile.
Draco looked up at Harry with a wretched look. “Why? What are you playing at, Potter?”
Not the Potter thing again.
“Nothing. I am going to give it back, but there is a condition.”
Draco paled and looked frightened. “No, this cannot be happening.”
“Don’t worry. It’s nothing horrible, I should hope.”
Draco seemed to be rallying up his courage. “Alright, what is it?”
“A kiss. I want a kiss.”
“Is this some sort of joke? It’s not very funny if it is, Potter”
“Stop with the Potter. I thought we had agreed to be on a first name basis.”
“Fine. Harry, this is not very funny. Stop jerking me around. Are you going to give me back my wand or are you just going to dangle it in front of my face?”
Harry was starting to feel bad. He had not meant to make Draco think he was playing with him. “Look, I am not playing a trick on you. Here, take your wand. I really want to give it back.” He held out the wand to Draco.
Again Draco hesitated. He finally reached for it tentatively. When Harry did not pull it back this time, he snatched it. Green sparks flew out from the tip and Draco giggled. Harry thought it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.
Harry sat down across from Draco and just watched as he got reacquainted with his wand.
~*~*~*~
Draco had his wand back! He had it in his hand again. It still worked for him. He kept casting silly spells, ones which a parent would use to amuse a small child, just to see them work for him.
After a while he settled back into his seat and turned to look at Potter, ah, Harry. When Harry had taken out his Hawthorne wand, he had been elated. Then he had mentioned a condition and despite the fact the Draco was certain Harry was not a vampire, he could not help but be fearful.
But a kiss. Harry wanted a kiss. From Draco. That was too much to comprehend. He had his wand back despite not having kissed Harry, so he knew Harry’s request had been made innocently enough. But what did it mean?
Did he want to kiss Harry? He looked over at his one time rival. He was fit enough. Quite fit actually. A year of living like a savage had certainly done his body good, if those muscles were any indication. This hair was still as unruly as ever. I wonder if it’s as soft as it looks. Where had that thought come from?
Harry was not watching him anymore. He was looking out the window. He looked a little sad. Was it because Draco had rejected him, sort of? He wanted to remove that frown from Harry’s lips. What lovely lips they were. They too looked soft and plump and kissable.
He was quickly realizing that he was indeed attracted to Harry. If he wanted a kiss from Draco, then why should he deny him?
“Do you still want that kiss?”
Harry’s head whipped around so quickly to face him that it looked painful. “What?”
“You said you wanted a kiss in exchange for my wand. I know have my wand, but you have not gotten your kiss. Do you still want it?” Draco bit his lip. What if he has changed his mind? He was sure to feel humiliated.
“Yes.” It was almost too soft for Draco to hear, but he caught it and nodded. He stood up, leaving his wand behind him, and then he straddled Harry’s legs and settled himself in his lap. It was a more sensual mirroring of what he had done in his dream. In his dream he had been compelled, this time he wanted to be close to Harry.
Draco reached up and removed Harry’s glasses. “If this is to be a proper kiss then these will probably we in the way.” He folded them up and set them aside.
He almost did not know how to proceed. Due to Voldemort’s involvement in his life, he had not done much kissing. Plus, he had never kissed a member of the same sex before.
Apparently he had vacillated for too long because Harry decided to take control. He cupped Draco’s face between his hands and brought their mouths together rather roughly. Their lips crashed together and their teeth clicked against each other. Draco pulled away slightly and he and Harry both laughed. Then things turned serious again. This time it was Draco who brought his lips to Harry’s
It was a tentative kiss, a gentle meeting. However, given the fact that they were both hormone driven eighteen year olds, the kiss turned heated rather quickly.
They were in the midsts of a very passionate snogging when the compartment door opened. Draco retched his mouth away from Harry’s to look over at who had entered. Granger and Weasley stood frozen in the doorway.
“Well, this is an interesting development.” That was Granger. Typical.
“You must be joking.” Weasley put it rather intellectually.
“We can continue this later.” Draco whispered into Harry’s ear. He disentangled himself from Harry, climbed out of his lap and went back to sit at his corner.
For the rest of the trip, Weasley would sneak puzzled glances at him and Harry. Granger would look at them rather knowingly, almost as if saying ‘I should have known.’ Harry and Draco exchanged teasing looks filled with promises. An interesting development indeed.
Finis