Thinking of You (H/D, PG)
Title: Thinking of You
Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 450
Pairing/Characters: Harry
Giftee: For emmagrant01 who, as I recall, doesn't like uber-fluffy, gushy, happily-ever-after fics. It also fits my GJ 100_prompts table #005 - "Never."
Summary: Harry reflects on his relationship with Draco.
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
I sit here thinking of you, thinking of the boys we were, the men we became, the choices we made and the choices that were made for us.
We were destined to be enemies, and we lived up to that destiny rather well, I think. We taunted, teased, tormented each other as often as we could. We relentlessly battled over things both trivial and deep.
Then something changed. I had underestimated you and your influence on me. I found myself faced with a formidable adversary in you in sixth year, and I became … there's no other word for it … obsessed. I was obsessed with everything you did, everywhere you went. I wanted to get inside your head and see what you saw, feel what you felt.
Until we met in the washroom. Then it all changed. I nearly killed you, I know. I will forever bear the burden of that knowledge, of that guilt, as surely as you probably carry the scars. From that day forward, I thought of you as a person. I realize now that in my mind's eye, up to that point, you posed a challenge, a barrier, a goal that I needed to meet, overcome, surpass.
But suddenly you were more than that, and my life hasn't been the same since.
You were hurting; you had been pushed almost to your breaking point. I understand that now. Then during the war you were forced to see and do things … unspeakable things … and I think that changed you too.
Time has passed, we have both moved on, and we have both survived. I'm glad of that. Because even now, so long since we were at school, so long since that fateful day, I think of you. But differently.
I think of friendship rejected, opportunities lost, harsh words spoken, harsher actions taken, and I can't help but wonder what if?
I wonder ... if we could have been friends, what would that have been like? I wonder ... if I had chosen to be in Slytherin - I never told you the hat tried to put me there - how would that have changed our lives? When my thoughts get away from me, stray where they have never gone before, I wonder what it would be like to be more than just friends.
I sit here and wonder what it would be like to touch you, feel you, kiss you, taste you ... love you.
Harry looked at the letter and smiled wistfully. Best one yet, he thought as he crumpled it up and tossed it into the fire, like he had all the others before it. He watched it burn, knowing it could never be.
Part 2 - An Unexpected Guest
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Author: sesheta_66
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~ 450
Pairing/Characters: Harry
Giftee: For emmagrant01 who, as I recall, doesn't like uber-fluffy, gushy, happily-ever-after fics. It also fits my GJ 100_prompts table #005 - "Never."
Summary: Harry reflects on his relationship with Draco.
Disclaimer: The author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country. The characters contained herein are not mine. They belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
I sit here thinking of you, thinking of the boys we were, the men we became, the choices we made and the choices that were made for us.
We were destined to be enemies, and we lived up to that destiny rather well, I think. We taunted, teased, tormented each other as often as we could. We relentlessly battled over things both trivial and deep.
Then something changed. I had underestimated you and your influence on me. I found myself faced with a formidable adversary in you in sixth year, and I became … there's no other word for it … obsessed. I was obsessed with everything you did, everywhere you went. I wanted to get inside your head and see what you saw, feel what you felt.
Until we met in the washroom. Then it all changed. I nearly killed you, I know. I will forever bear the burden of that knowledge, of that guilt, as surely as you probably carry the scars. From that day forward, I thought of you as a person. I realize now that in my mind's eye, up to that point, you posed a challenge, a barrier, a goal that I needed to meet, overcome, surpass.
But suddenly you were more than that, and my life hasn't been the same since.
You were hurting; you had been pushed almost to your breaking point. I understand that now. Then during the war you were forced to see and do things … unspeakable things … and I think that changed you too.
Time has passed, we have both moved on, and we have both survived. I'm glad of that. Because even now, so long since we were at school, so long since that fateful day, I think of you. But differently.
I think of friendship rejected, opportunities lost, harsh words spoken, harsher actions taken, and I can't help but wonder what if?
I wonder ... if we could have been friends, what would that have been like? I wonder ... if I had chosen to be in Slytherin - I never told you the hat tried to put me there - how would that have changed our lives? When my thoughts get away from me, stray where they have never gone before, I wonder what it would be like to be more than just friends.
I sit here and wonder what it would be like to touch you, feel you, kiss you, taste you ... love you.
Harry looked at the letter and smiled wistfully. Best one yet, he thought as he crumpled it up and tossed it into the fire, like he had all the others before it. He watched it burn, knowing it could never be.
Part 2 - An Unexpected Guest
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