'Night and Day' series update - a Piano drabble
Well, I feel very accomplished today, thank you very much. I woke up to find a nice number of comments, and replied to all of them. Then, after a quick bite to eat, I finished off one of my essays, finished one of my one shots, which I hope to be posting on FA fairly soon, typed up the minutes for my meetings, printed out the lesson plan that I have to help teach at Sunday School this week, and finished my drabble. It's being posted several hours early, too!! I even helped Mom bake cookies, ate lunch an hour ago, and am now ready to finish laundry, start my next essay, and possibly work on more writing. That, or maybe I'll do some art.
Then again, after having written this drabble, I'm reminded that I have to actually go practice the piano now, since my lessons start up again when my teacher gets off her holiday.
Hm. I also need to do some beta work.
Anyway, here it is!
Series Title: The Night and Day Drabbles - Valentine’s Day Countdown
Title: Play for Me
Author: serinamalfoy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1335
Summary: “You’re daft, I swear it. Did I not just stop in the middle of a perfectly good snog, look at you, get down, write feverishly, and then play the bloody song to you?” Draco pushed Harry away, crossing both arms and legs, turning away slightly in anger. “Yes Potter, I wrote it. I wrote it because you so inspired me to.”.
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, it’s not mine. Can’t even begin to describe how I want it to be, though.
Dedication: The series is for crikkita, whom I love profusely. Love also goes to dreamblossom, aka Inspiration Girl, who tricked me into writing a piano drabble. I’m now going to be her Slytherin mistress, as well as stalk crikkita for the rest of my life. *snuggles* I love you two.
A/N: I’ve wanted to write a piano drabble ever since I read xingou’s, and dreamblossom only inspired me even more to do so. I hope everyone likes it.
Catch up?
Day 1 - Only to You
Night 1 - What rain feels like
Day 2 - Date
Night 2 - In his Father’s footsteps
Day 3 - All I want
Night 3 - Avenging
Day 4 - It’s snowing
Night 4 - Of Red
Day 5 - Play for Me
Harry raised his eyebrows as Draco continued to scribble on the parchment in front of him.
“What are you doing, exactly?”
Draco furrowed his brow in annoyance.
“Shut up, Potter. I’m trying to concentrate.” He glanced up briefly before sighing and turning back to his work. “Look, Harry, I’m almost done, alright? Just stay still a little while longer.” Harry crossed his arms, pouting.
“You know, I still don’t understand how me sitting naked on a piano can inspire anything.”
Draco slowly lifted his head, a single silver eyebrow raised. Harry squirmed when he saw the smirk there on the pale boy’s face.
“You know, Potter, you should be grateful you inspire anyone to do anything. You’re not much to look at, when compared to me.” He grinned evilly as Harry stuck his tongue out at him. He continued, “I will admit, though, that at this angle, I have a lovely view of your butt.”
Harry shifted, trying to move away from Draco’s gaze; it was lustful in a way that not only excited Harry, but also scared him. He was sweating from the adrenaline, and his glasses had begun to slide down his nose. He pushed them up as Draco turned back to his parchment.
“Are you almost done?”
Draco groaned, pausing from his work to massage the bridge of his nose in irritation.
“Look, I would be glad at any other time to shag you senseless, but when I’m inspired, I can’t ignore it. You’d understand if you were somewhat talented at this as well.” He let his arm sweep along the piano, indicating the talent he meant. He looked up again at Harry, and sighed. “Listen; don’t pull that face on me - pouting will get you nowhere, and you know it.”
Harry continued to sit sullenly, and Draco dipped his quill in the ink and continued to write.
“I don’t even see how you think shagging on top of a piano is kinky.” Harry muttered darkly. If Draco heard, he made no indication, as he stood up in a flourish, dropping his quill on top of the grand piano, and setting down the work carefully on the edge. When he looked up at Harry, Harry was amazed to see the look of accomplishment and pride held in Draco’s eyes, and could only honor him when Draco held out his hand to him.
Taking hold of the offered hand, Harry hopped off the piano, and made his way to where Draco began to seat himself. The slender boy, with his perfect posture, sat looking at the music in front of him, placing his hands lightly on the ivory keys. Harry heard Draco pause to control his breathing, and he moved to stand behind him.
“Wha - ”
“Listen.” Draco said, and he started to play.
Annoyed again, Harry crossed his arms, irritated that his boyfriend wouldn’t even listen to him. He wanted to leave the room right now, he was so exasperated. Reluctantly he listened, only to find himself enchanted by the music coming from the piano and its player.
Amazement was not enough to describe Harry’s feeling towards Draco’s ability. The way his hands and fingers moved with such precision blew Harry away, and he had a hard time believing that this was really his boyfriend. Draco hadn’t been kidding when he said he was talented at playing the piano, and Harry was embarrassed that he had been mean enough to doubt him.
There was so much emotion flowing off of Draco, that even his face was contorted in pain. His body swayed when the piece turned joyous, hung his head when it became wistful, and he hammered with grace at the instrument when the music began to grow strong and agonizingly dark.
The song spoke to him, it seemed. To Draco, Harry realized that this was everything, reminding him of his life, representing who he was. To Harry, it was a small glimpse at what he didn’t know about his boyfriend, a small peek into what really was Draco. In the dim lighting, the song only made Harry appreciate Draco more than he had ever thought possible. He admired his talent, and envied his devotion and love for the instrument.
Harry was breathless as the music drew to an end. He watched as Draco closed his eyes, wrenching them from their intent gaze at the sheet on the stand. His hands stilled, and Harry saw Draco’s body shake as he let out a shuddering breath. Harry didn’t know if he should clap or cry; shout praise or stay silent. The room became still as both boys remained where they were, only breathing, making no movement or indication of ever moving.
Then Draco turned his head so that Harry could see the profile of his face. But Harry spoke before Draco could.
“That was beautiful, Draco. What’s is called?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Who’s it by?”
Draco snorted, turning the upper part of his body to face Harry.
“You really are thick, sometimes.”
Harry only felt confused as Draco’s expression softened, and he reached out and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. Draco continued sitting on the bench, his body now facing Harry’s while he stood there. He drew Harry closer, so that Harry stood directly in front of him. Leaning his fair head on Harry’s torso, Draco whispered into his stomach, his smooth lips moving delicately on Harry’s skin.
“I did, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t help but gasp, threading his fingers through Draco’s hair as he looked down at him. He tilted Draco’s head so that his chin rested where his lips had, forcing him to look Harry in the eye.
“You wrote that?”
Draco scowled, ruining his look of what seemed contentment before.
“You’re daft, I swear it. Did I not just stop in the middle of a perfectly good snog, look at you, get down, write feverishly, and then play the bloody song to you?” Draco pushed Harry away, crossing both arms and legs, turning away slightly in anger. “Yes Potter, I wrote it. I wrote it because you so inspired me to.”
Harry stepped back towards Draco before he could move, gripping Draco’s arms, and positioning them to wrap around his waist again. The cross boy scowled at Harry, and Harry couldn’t help but lean down and capture him in a kiss. He licked Draco’s lips, demanding entrance, while Draco squirmed, trying to get away. His arms detached from Harry’s waist, and he pushed himself away from Harry. But Harry wouldn’t let go, only bending farther down to Draco.
After what seemed an immense struggle, Draco gave up, and finally let Harry kiss him, his head and neck straining up to gain further contact with Harry.
Harry gripped both sides of Draco’s face as he kissed him. His tongue battled with Draco’s, the way their words would at times, only in passion and desire. Harry trailed kisses all over Draco’s face, up his jaw line, then down his throat. A moan escaped Draco’s lips, and Harry finally pulled back.
He looked down at the boy he held, and was satisfied to see Draco trying to reach up and grab him to pull him closer. Harry shook his head, gently pushing Draco back so that his head rested on the piano keys. They rung out softly, filling the air with a delicate sound.
“I’m sorry, Draco. You’re right, I’m daft - I should have realized you wrote that.”
“It’s for you, you know.” Draco whispered, gazing at Harry as he straddled Draco’s legs.
Harry nodded, his eyes stinging as he threw his glasses off. He was touched in a way that he couldn’t describe - it was almost as affectionately as Draco had touched those ivory keys only moments ago.
“I know.” Harry breathed. “And now, I’m going to make it up to you.”
Draco smiled dreamily as Harry touched his cheek.
“Play for me, Draco. Play for me the song you wrote.” Draco looked put out. Harry smiled.
“But play it on me.”
<< NIGHT 4 - OF RED | NIGHT 5 - DENSE BOYS >>
Then again, after having written this drabble, I'm reminded that I have to actually go practice the piano now, since my lessons start up again when my teacher gets off her holiday.
Hm. I also need to do some beta work.
Anyway, here it is!
Series Title: The Night and Day Drabbles - Valentine’s Day Countdown
Title: Play for Me
Author: serinamalfoy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1335
Summary: “You’re daft, I swear it. Did I not just stop in the middle of a perfectly good snog, look at you, get down, write feverishly, and then play the bloody song to you?” Draco pushed Harry away, crossing both arms and legs, turning away slightly in anger. “Yes Potter, I wrote it. I wrote it because you so inspired me to.”.
Disclaimer: *sigh* No, it’s not mine. Can’t even begin to describe how I want it to be, though.
Dedication: The series is for crikkita, whom I love profusely. Love also goes to dreamblossom, aka Inspiration Girl, who tricked me into writing a piano drabble. I’m now going to be her Slytherin mistress, as well as stalk crikkita for the rest of my life. *snuggles* I love you two.
A/N: I’ve wanted to write a piano drabble ever since I read xingou’s, and dreamblossom only inspired me even more to do so. I hope everyone likes it.
Catch up?
Day 1 - Only to You
Night 1 - What rain feels like
Day 2 - Date
Night 2 - In his Father’s footsteps
Day 3 - All I want
Night 3 - Avenging
Day 4 - It’s snowing
Night 4 - Of Red
Day 5 - Play for Me
Harry raised his eyebrows as Draco continued to scribble on the parchment in front of him.
“What are you doing, exactly?”
Draco furrowed his brow in annoyance.
“Shut up, Potter. I’m trying to concentrate.” He glanced up briefly before sighing and turning back to his work. “Look, Harry, I’m almost done, alright? Just stay still a little while longer.” Harry crossed his arms, pouting.
“You know, I still don’t understand how me sitting naked on a piano can inspire anything.”
Draco slowly lifted his head, a single silver eyebrow raised. Harry squirmed when he saw the smirk there on the pale boy’s face.
“You know, Potter, you should be grateful you inspire anyone to do anything. You’re not much to look at, when compared to me.” He grinned evilly as Harry stuck his tongue out at him. He continued, “I will admit, though, that at this angle, I have a lovely view of your butt.”
Harry shifted, trying to move away from Draco’s gaze; it was lustful in a way that not only excited Harry, but also scared him. He was sweating from the adrenaline, and his glasses had begun to slide down his nose. He pushed them up as Draco turned back to his parchment.
“Are you almost done?”
Draco groaned, pausing from his work to massage the bridge of his nose in irritation.
“Look, I would be glad at any other time to shag you senseless, but when I’m inspired, I can’t ignore it. You’d understand if you were somewhat talented at this as well.” He let his arm sweep along the piano, indicating the talent he meant. He looked up again at Harry, and sighed. “Listen; don’t pull that face on me - pouting will get you nowhere, and you know it.”
Harry continued to sit sullenly, and Draco dipped his quill in the ink and continued to write.
“I don’t even see how you think shagging on top of a piano is kinky.” Harry muttered darkly. If Draco heard, he made no indication, as he stood up in a flourish, dropping his quill on top of the grand piano, and setting down the work carefully on the edge. When he looked up at Harry, Harry was amazed to see the look of accomplishment and pride held in Draco’s eyes, and could only honor him when Draco held out his hand to him.
Taking hold of the offered hand, Harry hopped off the piano, and made his way to where Draco began to seat himself. The slender boy, with his perfect posture, sat looking at the music in front of him, placing his hands lightly on the ivory keys. Harry heard Draco pause to control his breathing, and he moved to stand behind him.
“Wha - ”
“Listen.” Draco said, and he started to play.
Annoyed again, Harry crossed his arms, irritated that his boyfriend wouldn’t even listen to him. He wanted to leave the room right now, he was so exasperated. Reluctantly he listened, only to find himself enchanted by the music coming from the piano and its player.
Amazement was not enough to describe Harry’s feeling towards Draco’s ability. The way his hands and fingers moved with such precision blew Harry away, and he had a hard time believing that this was really his boyfriend. Draco hadn’t been kidding when he said he was talented at playing the piano, and Harry was embarrassed that he had been mean enough to doubt him.
There was so much emotion flowing off of Draco, that even his face was contorted in pain. His body swayed when the piece turned joyous, hung his head when it became wistful, and he hammered with grace at the instrument when the music began to grow strong and agonizingly dark.
The song spoke to him, it seemed. To Draco, Harry realized that this was everything, reminding him of his life, representing who he was. To Harry, it was a small glimpse at what he didn’t know about his boyfriend, a small peek into what really was Draco. In the dim lighting, the song only made Harry appreciate Draco more than he had ever thought possible. He admired his talent, and envied his devotion and love for the instrument.
Harry was breathless as the music drew to an end. He watched as Draco closed his eyes, wrenching them from their intent gaze at the sheet on the stand. His hands stilled, and Harry saw Draco’s body shake as he let out a shuddering breath. Harry didn’t know if he should clap or cry; shout praise or stay silent. The room became still as both boys remained where they were, only breathing, making no movement or indication of ever moving.
Then Draco turned his head so that Harry could see the profile of his face. But Harry spoke before Draco could.
“That was beautiful, Draco. What’s is called?”
“I’m not sure.”
“Who’s it by?”
Draco snorted, turning the upper part of his body to face Harry.
“You really are thick, sometimes.”
Harry only felt confused as Draco’s expression softened, and he reached out and wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist. Draco continued sitting on the bench, his body now facing Harry’s while he stood there. He drew Harry closer, so that Harry stood directly in front of him. Leaning his fair head on Harry’s torso, Draco whispered into his stomach, his smooth lips moving delicately on Harry’s skin.
“I did, Harry.”
Harry couldn’t help but gasp, threading his fingers through Draco’s hair as he looked down at him. He tilted Draco’s head so that his chin rested where his lips had, forcing him to look Harry in the eye.
“You wrote that?”
Draco scowled, ruining his look of what seemed contentment before.
“You’re daft, I swear it. Did I not just stop in the middle of a perfectly good snog, look at you, get down, write feverishly, and then play the bloody song to you?” Draco pushed Harry away, crossing both arms and legs, turning away slightly in anger. “Yes Potter, I wrote it. I wrote it because you so inspired me to.”
Harry stepped back towards Draco before he could move, gripping Draco’s arms, and positioning them to wrap around his waist again. The cross boy scowled at Harry, and Harry couldn’t help but lean down and capture him in a kiss. He licked Draco’s lips, demanding entrance, while Draco squirmed, trying to get away. His arms detached from Harry’s waist, and he pushed himself away from Harry. But Harry wouldn’t let go, only bending farther down to Draco.
After what seemed an immense struggle, Draco gave up, and finally let Harry kiss him, his head and neck straining up to gain further contact with Harry.
Harry gripped both sides of Draco’s face as he kissed him. His tongue battled with Draco’s, the way their words would at times, only in passion and desire. Harry trailed kisses all over Draco’s face, up his jaw line, then down his throat. A moan escaped Draco’s lips, and Harry finally pulled back.
He looked down at the boy he held, and was satisfied to see Draco trying to reach up and grab him to pull him closer. Harry shook his head, gently pushing Draco back so that his head rested on the piano keys. They rung out softly, filling the air with a delicate sound.
“I’m sorry, Draco. You’re right, I’m daft - I should have realized you wrote that.”
“It’s for you, you know.” Draco whispered, gazing at Harry as he straddled Draco’s legs.
Harry nodded, his eyes stinging as he threw his glasses off. He was touched in a way that he couldn’t describe - it was almost as affectionately as Draco had touched those ivory keys only moments ago.
“I know.” Harry breathed. “And now, I’m going to make it up to you.”
Draco smiled dreamily as Harry touched his cheek.
“Play for me, Draco. Play for me the song you wrote.” Draco looked put out. Harry smiled.
“But play it on me.”
<< NIGHT 4 - OF RED | NIGHT 5 - DENSE BOYS >>