Various hd100 drabbles (H/D, up to 14A)
Title: Various Drabbles, posted to
hd100 in January
Author:
sesheta_66
Word Count: 100 each, unless otherwise noted (total of 12 drabbles)
Rating: up to ~14A, for suggestiveness
Disclaimer: HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
1. Senses (Part 1 of 4); Prompt: wool
Harry looked at the jumper, worn and tattered. Silver and green, it perfectly reflected Draco - cold and warm wrapped in one.
He lifted it from the dresser and nuzzled his face in it. There was still a faint scent that was all Draco, but it was fading. Harry wiped his eyes as he remembered that scent, his lover’s taste, heard the whisper of his voice as they made love.
He pulled on the jumper, feeling the wool scratch his neck where it was just that little bit too tight. But he didn’t care - he was wrapped in love.
2. Must Carry On (Part 2 of 4); Prompt: a fresh start (3 drabbles)
Choking back tears, Harry looked at his reflection. He had taken to wearing Draco’s clothes to feel closer to him. He needed the connection. It was too painful without him.
He knew that he couldn’t go on like this. He missed Draco so much it burned. It was as though a chasm had opened up inside his chest, and it was spreading, engulfing him from the inside. Harry had died with him. The only difference was that Harry just kept walking, talking, breathing.
“This isn’t healthy,“ Hemione admonished.
“You need a fresh start,” Ron said.
What did they know anyway?
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In a muggle hospital not far from where the final battle had taken place, a young man lay dreaming. In his mind’s eye there was a bright light. Looking through that light was the figure of a man. Each time he had this vision, features became clearer.
He didn’t know how long he had been there, how many nights he had had this dream. But now he felt a familiarity about this figure, something that made his chest ache to touch him. Then it would fade.
“I think he’s beginning to remember,“ the nurse had said.
“Yes,” the doctor agreed.
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It had been six lonely, painful weeks. Harry hadn’t left their flat. He did not answer the owls. He had closed off the floo. He had cancelled the Daily Prophet. He only let Hermione and Ron in because he knew they’d burst in anyway. Stupid bloody Gryffindors!
As the banging on his door got louder, Harry shuffled to answer it. “Harry! Harry! Open up!” came Hermione’s voice.
Reluctantly, he let her in. His mind went numb as he only caught snippets of what she was saying. Not Draco. Polyjuice. Death Eater. Still missing.
NOW he would have a fresh start.
3. Awakenings (Part 3 of 4); Prompt: bare (3 drabbles)
He tried to hold onto the images that visited him in his dreams. They lingered now, and the doctors assured him that he should remember eventually. He had his doubts.
There was something nagging at him, something not quite right. He had an overwhelming feeling that he didn’t belong here. Well, that was obvious - he must have a home. But there was something more … something he couldn’t put his finger on.
The room was bare, save for the bed and hospital equipment. There was nothing that was his. Nothing to help him remember. Nothing to hold onto.
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Harry had spent the better part of the past two weeks piecing together the events of that fateful day. They had gotten separated on the battlefield and that was the last they had seen of each other. But how did someone else get buried as Draco?
Harry had discovered two Muggle hospitals in the area that had received mysterious patients, and he was praying that one of them was Draco.
This man had laid bare his soul to Harry, something he had never done before. And Harry loved him. He needed him. He had to save him, bring him home.
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“Harry!“
He awoke from his dream remembering everything. He was shaking, frantic, desperate. He needed to get out of here. He needed his wand. He needed Harry.
The doctor came into the room, saw him throwing things around, and promptly stuck a needle in his arm. “Now calm down, Mr. Smith.”
“Not Smith … Malfoy. My name is Draco Malfoy.”
As he drifted off, the visions came back to him. Stunning the death eater. Putting his own hair into polyjuice. Making him drink. Barely making his own escape. Getting hit by a stray hex. Falling, falling, falling … waking up here.
4. Going Home (Part 4 of 4); Prompt: missed opportunity (3 drabbles)
Harry pushed his way into the room, trying very hard not to use magic. No sense drawing attention to the situation. The Prophet would get news of Draco’s survival soon enough.
The look of relief on his face filled Harry’s chest with warmth he hadn’t felt since …
“That’s my jumper,” Draco said as Harry removed his restraints.
“I needed to be close to you.”
“Mmm. How about even closer?”
“Sure, let’s just get out of here.”
“Um, sir … we need you to fill in - “
“We’ve missed the opportunity to be together for this long. YOU can wait.”
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Harry stopped Draco from grabbing his wand and hexing a few staff members on their way out. “You can come back later, if you really feel the need to get them back. But right now, we’re going home where we can get reacquainted.”
They wasted no time apparating home as soon as the coast was clear.
Arriving in their bedroom, the two lovers gazed into each other’s eyes, grey meeting green. It was overwhelming.
“Just hold me,” Draco asked softly. That night, they slept peacefully in each other’s arms, which was far more intimate than anything else could have been.
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The next morning, Draco wasted no time getting ‘reacquainted’ with Harry. “I can’t believe we missed the chance to shag last night!”
He wasn’t fooling Harry, though. They had both needed contact, to feel the touch of the other’s body, taste each other’s kisses, full of emotion, love, tenderness, but not passion.
Today, however, there would be none of that shite. Kisses were rough, tongues fought for dominance, bodies writhed against each other, hands frantically touched, grasped, pulled. Neither lasted long, but it was perfect.
They spent that day and the next in their flat, making up for lost time.
5. Cruising; Prompts: missed opportunity & kiwi (from charmed310)
“I can’t believe you said no,” whined Harry.
“It’s a great metal barge holding hundreds, perhaps thousands of muggles, Potter! And I’m supposed to trust that it won’t crash into some iceberg like in that ridiculous movie that makes Granger cry like a baby?”
“Draco, there are no icebergs in the Caribbean,” Harry said, more than a little disappointed. “I wanted kiwi.”
“Kiwi? What’s kiwi?”
“It’s my favourite fruit,” he pouted. “We can‘t get it here in the winter, and they have it on cruise ships.”
Draco disappeared, returned, kiwi in hand. “Wizard. Apparate. Caribbean. No ship.”
“I love you!”
A/N: I know, I know … really there’s no excuse for this! *face palm*
6. Genesis; Prompts: performance & fig (from pepper202)
“You can NOT be serious, Hermione.”
“Why not, Harry. It’s a perfect way to introduce muggle culture and -- ”
“Hermione, we’re wizards. We are not muggles, nor are we a man and a woman. This is hardly something that could be described as “perfect” by either wizards or muggles!”
“Aw, c’mon Harry. You two will look hot in those fig leaves.”
“Shut in, Finnegan!”
“What’s the matter, Malfoy? Afraid you can’t do it?”
And THAT is how it came to be that Harry and Draco were on stage at Hogwarts, playing Adam and Eve in the garden of Eden.