HP FIC: H/D- Shared Territory
Title: Shared Territory
Author: sugareey
Pairing: Harry/Draco, implied Pansy/Seamus
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco is trying to look for his stuffed dragon.
Word count: 1,703
Disclaimer: All character belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury/Scholastic, etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's note: A belated birthday gift fic for maja_li. I guess it's quite fluffy, but I hope you like it, dear! Also, written for awdt's prompt, You put it where? That can't be right. Trashy romance quotes from Fools Rush In and Good Will Hunting. Cheers and enjoy!
“Pansy, you haven’t seen my dragon have you?” asked Draco, rummaging through his trunk.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” answered Pansy, sitting on Draco’s bed with her legs crossed. She was reading her latest wizarding romance novel. “Oh, you have to listen to this part! It’s quite endearing, and it reminds me of someone.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.”
“‘Sometimes, I wish I had never met you,” she recited dreamily. “‘Because then I could go to sleep at night, not knowing there was someone like you out there. But that’s the very thing that makes my heart beat faster. You are what I never knew I always wanted.’”
“If you would stop quoting such rubbish, you would tell me exactly what you did with Fireball. It had to be you since you’re the only one who actually knows about him.”
“Fiends and Lovers is not rubbish! And yes, I might have misplaced him somewhere. Have you checked Blaise’s stuff yet? Or Vaisey’s?”
Draco looked up abruptly and shot Pansy a murderous glare. “I will kill you if anyone ever lays eyes on that dragon.”
Pansy smirked as she turned to the next page. “I doubt it. Besides, this is payback for locking me in a closet with Finnigan! For three hours, mind you!”
“You’ve been fawning over that Irish since the beginning of the school year,” drawled Draco, rolling his eyes. “You should be thanking me. Though, your taste used to be much better.”
“Considering that most of the good-looking blokes are bent, I think my taste is immaculate,” stated Pansy defensively. “I mean, sure, Finnigan might have freckles, but I love his accent. And when he takes his shirt off, and then his pants-”
“Merlin, I do not need to hear the horrifying details! Keep it to yourself, would you?” Draco scowled before throwing the rest of his stuff back in his trunk. “This is ridiculous. I swear I left him near my pillows or something.”
“If you’re intent on looking for that blasted dragon, you might want to try Gryffindor Tower.”
“That’s funny. Really, Pansy, why would you do this to me?”
“So you can finally make a move on Potter, for one thing.”
“We are not having this discussion.”
“You know, it’s true,” continued Pansy, shutting her book and putting it aside. “You fancy the pants off of him and you don’t even have the balls to go and-”
“I am not going to shove myself against someone who saved me from a bloody fire and testified for me,” snarled Draco. “That’s asking for a bit much. And I’m positive that he’s straight.”
“Potter is most definitely not. You can ask him once he gives your precious toy back.”
“You put Fireball where? That can't be right-”
Suddenly, Draco’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Pansy. Pansy just snorted, grabbing her book and hopped off his bed. “I guess I’ll leave you to your search.”
“You are such a bitch!” seethed Draco, throwing a pillow at her. “You sent him to Potter?!”
Pansy grinned evilly before throwing the pillow back at him. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll have to get him back, won’t I? If Potter’s thick enough, he won’t notice a stuffed dragon floating around his room.”
“It might be late for that. Make sure you have a good explanation. Potter will probably be confused why your dragon flew onto his head or something.”
“You charmed him to find the idiot when he was sleeping?!”
“I’m sure he loves dragons,” Pansy called out with a chuckle as she headed out of his room. “I’m heading for the lion’s den. If you want to join me, you can always seek out the Chosen One and-”
“I’ll deal with Potter myself!” interjected Draco, gritting his teeth. “Go do what you normally do with your Irishman, yeah? Wench.”
“Much love to you, darling!” Draco heard her laugh again before she left the common room.
Draco shook his head, putting his hands to his face. Hopefully, Pansy hadn’t been too cruel to label the toy or include some love note with it. That would ruin him. He would just have to suck up his pride and face Harry Potter. Draco was so doomed.
***
The plan was to wait after breakfast to confront Potter. What Draco did not expect was for Potter to bring Fireball with him.
“He seems to be fond of the little thing,” commented Pansy, spreading some marmalade on her toast. “Everyone’s wondering where he got him from.”
“This is all your fault,” hissed Draco, stabbing his eggs with a fork. He glared at all the Gryffindors who were crowded around Potter. They were reaching out to pet the scarlet and gold dragon that was currently perched in Potter’s hands, squealing and laughing like petty children. “Oh, that’s just fantastic! Now the bloody git’s going to pass him around for a show and tell. Splendid.”
“You’re way too attached to that stuffed animal. It’s unhealthy, and you’ll have to let go of it sooner or later.”
“Then you have no idea what it feels like to sleep at night. You have a drunkard. I had a dragon, until now.”
“I didn’t think it was a huge deal, but-”
“As embarrassing as it is, that dragon is the only thing that keeps the nightmares away. That would explain why I couldn’t fall asleep last night.”
Draco felt Pansy squeeze his arm, but he ignored it as he continued eating his breakfast. Fireball had been a gift from his mother for his fourth birthday. He had been Draco’s first stuffed animal, and the dragon had acted as a companion when his parents were too busy to play with him. Draco had eventually grown attached to Fireball, who had provided him comfort whenever something went wrong. Fireball was familiar and safe. People were too complex. People were always so indecisive and stupid. Their expectations were too high, and they tended to screw him over. Draco didn’t need that crap.
Across the room, he watched as Potter gently stroked Fireball’s head. Fireball seemed to like it, as he leaned into the touch. When Finnigan and Thomas tried to pet him, the dragon glared at them before sticking out its stubby snout and roaring. Draco smirked when they cowered back in their seats. That served them right. Then, Potter waved to his friends and stood up.
“He’s leaving,” Pansy whispered in Draco’s ear. “Do something about it.”
“Fine,” answered Draco with resignation, setting his fork down. “You better save me something then. Maybe a scone or two for later?”
“Only if you promise to tell me what happens.”
Getting up from his seat, Draco flipped her off. Pansy stuck her tongue at him before waving. He could feel eyes following him as he left the Great Hall. It was something that occurred on a daily basis, as students were very curious why Draco was still at Hogwarts. He didn’t really care what they thought about him though.
As soon he reached the entrance hall, a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him into a corner near the dungeons.
“What is your problem?” asked Potter with narrowed eyes. “You’ve been staring at me the whole time, like I’m some culprit or something.”
“You are,” responded Draco bitterly, briefly glancing at Fireball, who was resting on Potter’s shoulder. “Now give him back.”
“Who?”
“My dragon.”
Potter gestured to the moving stuffed animal and frowned. “I found him on my bed. Someone gave him to me.”
“Right then. There’s a quick way to test that.”
Draco pushed past Potter as he went down the stairs toward the dungeons. Just as he reached the corridor, he heard a loud roar echo against the walls. He looked up to see Fireball flying toward him, letting out a mushroom-shaped flame of fire from his mouth. The dragon landed on top Draco’s head, nestling happily against his blond hair. Draco couldn’t help but blush a little.
“Chinese Fireballs tend to be more tolerant than most dragons. They’re willing to share territory with those that they like, as you can see.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Potter seemed to grin at that as he made his way down to join Draco. “So what about you then?”
Draco raised his eyebrows. “What about me?
“Are you willing to share your territory with people you like?”
“I-it depends who it is,” replied Draco carefully, completely mesmerised by the bright green eyes staring at him. He licked his lips. “Why?”
“Just curious.”
Before he could say anymore, Potter leaned in to kiss him. Draco’s mind went completely blank as he felt warm lips press up against his own. Potter’s mouth was deliciously wet, and it tasted like maple syrup. And with Potter’s body flush against his own, Draco couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan. Potter smiled against his mouth and bit down on his lower lip. Draco moaned again, letting his eyes flutter shut. He grabbed Potter by his collar and pulled him closer.
It wasn’t until they broke apart that Potter had the nerve to laugh. Draco glowered at him, feeling slightly hurt. “What?”
“It’s just that your dragon is kind of like you,” explained Potter, reaching a hand to touch Draco’s face. “Prickly and stubborn, but definitely soft and cuddly.”
“Potter, I’m not cuddly!” Draco protested, completely appalled. “And how would you know? You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”
“I, um, yeah.”
“You’re telling me that you slept with my stuffed dragon?”
Potter’s cheeks turned red. “I knew it was yours. He smelled like peppermint.”
“Oh.”
Suddenly, Draco felt something move on his head. He realised that Fireball was still there. He and Potter moved back, letting the dragon circle them a few times. Finally, Fireball decide to fly over to Potter and settled down on his shoulder again.
“He seems to like me a lot,” said Potter, studying the creature with fascination.
“He does.”
“I guess that’s good thing.”
All Draco could do was grin as he slid an arm around Potter’s waist. “He’s not the only one who likes you, Harry,” he murmured before closing the distance between them.
Author: sugareey
Pairing: Harry/Draco, implied Pansy/Seamus
Rating: PG
Summary: Draco is trying to look for his stuffed dragon.
Word count: 1,703
Disclaimer: All character belong to J.K. Rowling, Bloomsbury/Scholastic, etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's note: A belated birthday gift fic for maja_li. I guess it's quite fluffy, but I hope you like it, dear! Also, written for awdt's prompt, You put it where? That can't be right. Trashy romance quotes from Fools Rush In and Good Will Hunting. Cheers and enjoy!
“Pansy, you haven’t seen my dragon have you?” asked Draco, rummaging through his trunk.
“No idea what you’re talking about,” answered Pansy, sitting on Draco’s bed with her legs crossed. She was reading her latest wizarding romance novel. “Oh, you have to listen to this part! It’s quite endearing, and it reminds me of someone.”
“I’ll pass, thank you.”
“‘Sometimes, I wish I had never met you,” she recited dreamily. “‘Because then I could go to sleep at night, not knowing there was someone like you out there. But that’s the very thing that makes my heart beat faster. You are what I never knew I always wanted.’”
“If you would stop quoting such rubbish, you would tell me exactly what you did with Fireball. It had to be you since you’re the only one who actually knows about him.”
“Fiends and Lovers is not rubbish! And yes, I might have misplaced him somewhere. Have you checked Blaise’s stuff yet? Or Vaisey’s?”
Draco looked up abruptly and shot Pansy a murderous glare. “I will kill you if anyone ever lays eyes on that dragon.”
Pansy smirked as she turned to the next page. “I doubt it. Besides, this is payback for locking me in a closet with Finnigan! For three hours, mind you!”
“You’ve been fawning over that Irish since the beginning of the school year,” drawled Draco, rolling his eyes. “You should be thanking me. Though, your taste used to be much better.”
“Considering that most of the good-looking blokes are bent, I think my taste is immaculate,” stated Pansy defensively. “I mean, sure, Finnigan might have freckles, but I love his accent. And when he takes his shirt off, and then his pants-”
“Merlin, I do not need to hear the horrifying details! Keep it to yourself, would you?” Draco scowled before throwing the rest of his stuff back in his trunk. “This is ridiculous. I swear I left him near my pillows or something.”
“If you’re intent on looking for that blasted dragon, you might want to try Gryffindor Tower.”
“That’s funny. Really, Pansy, why would you do this to me?”
“So you can finally make a move on Potter, for one thing.”
“We are not having this discussion.”
“You know, it’s true,” continued Pansy, shutting her book and putting it aside. “You fancy the pants off of him and you don’t even have the balls to go and-”
“I am not going to shove myself against someone who saved me from a bloody fire and testified for me,” snarled Draco. “That’s asking for a bit much. And I’m positive that he’s straight.”
“Potter is most definitely not. You can ask him once he gives your precious toy back.”
“You put Fireball where? That can't be right-”
Suddenly, Draco’s eyes widened in shock as he looked at Pansy. Pansy just snorted, grabbing her book and hopped off his bed. “I guess I’ll leave you to your search.”
“You are such a bitch!” seethed Draco, throwing a pillow at her. “You sent him to Potter?!”
Pansy grinned evilly before throwing the pillow back at him. “So, what are you going to do about it?”
“I’ll have to get him back, won’t I? If Potter’s thick enough, he won’t notice a stuffed dragon floating around his room.”
“It might be late for that. Make sure you have a good explanation. Potter will probably be confused why your dragon flew onto his head or something.”
“You charmed him to find the idiot when he was sleeping?!”
“I’m sure he loves dragons,” Pansy called out with a chuckle as she headed out of his room. “I’m heading for the lion’s den. If you want to join me, you can always seek out the Chosen One and-”
“I’ll deal with Potter myself!” interjected Draco, gritting his teeth. “Go do what you normally do with your Irishman, yeah? Wench.”
“Much love to you, darling!” Draco heard her laugh again before she left the common room.
Draco shook his head, putting his hands to his face. Hopefully, Pansy hadn’t been too cruel to label the toy or include some love note with it. That would ruin him. He would just have to suck up his pride and face Harry Potter. Draco was so doomed.
***
The plan was to wait after breakfast to confront Potter. What Draco did not expect was for Potter to bring Fireball with him.
“He seems to be fond of the little thing,” commented Pansy, spreading some marmalade on her toast. “Everyone’s wondering where he got him from.”
“This is all your fault,” hissed Draco, stabbing his eggs with a fork. He glared at all the Gryffindors who were crowded around Potter. They were reaching out to pet the scarlet and gold dragon that was currently perched in Potter’s hands, squealing and laughing like petty children. “Oh, that’s just fantastic! Now the bloody git’s going to pass him around for a show and tell. Splendid.”
“You’re way too attached to that stuffed animal. It’s unhealthy, and you’ll have to let go of it sooner or later.”
“Then you have no idea what it feels like to sleep at night. You have a drunkard. I had a dragon, until now.”
“I didn’t think it was a huge deal, but-”
“As embarrassing as it is, that dragon is the only thing that keeps the nightmares away. That would explain why I couldn’t fall asleep last night.”
Draco felt Pansy squeeze his arm, but he ignored it as he continued eating his breakfast. Fireball had been a gift from his mother for his fourth birthday. He had been Draco’s first stuffed animal, and the dragon had acted as a companion when his parents were too busy to play with him. Draco had eventually grown attached to Fireball, who had provided him comfort whenever something went wrong. Fireball was familiar and safe. People were too complex. People were always so indecisive and stupid. Their expectations were too high, and they tended to screw him over. Draco didn’t need that crap.
Across the room, he watched as Potter gently stroked Fireball’s head. Fireball seemed to like it, as he leaned into the touch. When Finnigan and Thomas tried to pet him, the dragon glared at them before sticking out its stubby snout and roaring. Draco smirked when they cowered back in their seats. That served them right. Then, Potter waved to his friends and stood up.
“He’s leaving,” Pansy whispered in Draco’s ear. “Do something about it.”
“Fine,” answered Draco with resignation, setting his fork down. “You better save me something then. Maybe a scone or two for later?”
“Only if you promise to tell me what happens.”
Getting up from his seat, Draco flipped her off. Pansy stuck her tongue at him before waving. He could feel eyes following him as he left the Great Hall. It was something that occurred on a daily basis, as students were very curious why Draco was still at Hogwarts. He didn’t really care what they thought about him though.
As soon he reached the entrance hall, a hand grabbed his arm and yanked him into a corner near the dungeons.
“What is your problem?” asked Potter with narrowed eyes. “You’ve been staring at me the whole time, like I’m some culprit or something.”
“You are,” responded Draco bitterly, briefly glancing at Fireball, who was resting on Potter’s shoulder. “Now give him back.”
“Who?”
“My dragon.”
Potter gestured to the moving stuffed animal and frowned. “I found him on my bed. Someone gave him to me.”
“Right then. There’s a quick way to test that.”
Draco pushed past Potter as he went down the stairs toward the dungeons. Just as he reached the corridor, he heard a loud roar echo against the walls. He looked up to see Fireball flying toward him, letting out a mushroom-shaped flame of fire from his mouth. The dragon landed on top Draco’s head, nestling happily against his blond hair. Draco couldn’t help but blush a little.
“Chinese Fireballs tend to be more tolerant than most dragons. They’re willing to share territory with those that they like, as you can see.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
Potter seemed to grin at that as he made his way down to join Draco. “So what about you then?”
Draco raised his eyebrows. “What about me?
“Are you willing to share your territory with people you like?”
“I-it depends who it is,” replied Draco carefully, completely mesmerised by the bright green eyes staring at him. He licked his lips. “Why?”
“Just curious.”
Before he could say anymore, Potter leaned in to kiss him. Draco’s mind went completely blank as he felt warm lips press up against his own. Potter’s mouth was deliciously wet, and it tasted like maple syrup. And with Potter’s body flush against his own, Draco couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan. Potter smiled against his mouth and bit down on his lower lip. Draco moaned again, letting his eyes flutter shut. He grabbed Potter by his collar and pulled him closer.
It wasn’t until they broke apart that Potter had the nerve to laugh. Draco glowered at him, feeling slightly hurt. “What?”
“It’s just that your dragon is kind of like you,” explained Potter, reaching a hand to touch Draco’s face. “Prickly and stubborn, but definitely soft and cuddly.”
“Potter, I’m not cuddly!” Draco protested, completely appalled. “And how would you know? You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”
“I, um, yeah.”
“You’re telling me that you slept with my stuffed dragon?”
Potter’s cheeks turned red. “I knew it was yours. He smelled like peppermint.”
“Oh.”
Suddenly, Draco felt something move on his head. He realised that Fireball was still there. He and Potter moved back, letting the dragon circle them a few times. Finally, Fireball decide to fly over to Potter and settled down on his shoulder again.
“He seems to like me a lot,” said Potter, studying the creature with fascination.
“He does.”
“I guess that’s good thing.”
All Draco could do was grin as he slid an arm around Potter’s waist. “He’s not the only one who likes you, Harry,” he murmured before closing the distance between them.