Find My Way
Title: Find My Way
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1,420 (i know! a bit off the word count...but very worth it!)
Summary: Draco finds a way into darkness
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: i suppose after ootp. i mean draco's still at hogwarts so...
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt of "In a darkened room" for nocturnali and jamie2109. cheers!
Draco Malfoy wandered through the empty corridors. This was what he did every night, as sleep was never kind to him. With only the echoes of his footsteps reverberating against the walls and the soft light from the torches reflecting on him, he felt safe for once at Hogwarts. He had nothing else to turn to, now that Lucius was in Azkaban. Narcissa was always overprotective and Voldemort would be calling for him any day now.
But he wanted a chance to be himself. After all, he was responsible for his choices. Yet he was still confused, unaware of what lay before him. He couldn’t predict the future and he didn’t know what to do. The pressure was increasing each day. Should he join Voldemort for the power? What about save the Wizarding World with the Order? Or he could remain neutral.
Everywhere he went, Draco could not find the safety he needed. He needed to feel it inside of him. He needed to live for something. He needed to prove himself helpful for the future. But everything threatened to hurt him, even kill him. No, he was never protected, he now realized. He was always directed toward the path of death, at least on Voldemort’s standards. The people on the Light side never trusted him.
He sighed. Walking toward an endless corridor ahead of him, the torches began to dim before burning out completely. Draco froze as he looked around him. Complete darkness. He should be used to the dark by now. But he was out pass curfew. In the corridors. Alone. Anything can happen to him now.
Draco bit his lip nervously as he slowly took a step forward. He heard a rustle toward his right. He was now definite something was going to happen tonight. Rummaging for his wand, he raised it in front of him.
“Lumos!” he muttered as he took a few more steps.
Again there was another rustle, this time louder. Draco paused as he looked bewilderedly at his surroundings.
“Who’s there?” he said in a quivering voice.
Suddenly, he heard a morose sigh that was definitely not his own. Draco walked fast toward the corridor ahead before tripping over something. His wand fell to the ground He was about to fall on his face when he felt two warm hands catch him. As Draco straightened himself up, he heard a whisper before he saw his lit wand levitating at his level. He grabbed the wand and turned to face Harry Potter, who was leaning against a wall with his wrinkled Invisibility Cloak next to him.
“Potter!” hissed Draco furiously. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Harry looked up and only gave him a weak smile.
“Thinking. As usual.”
Draco raised an eyebrow before Harry added, “It’s what I always do when I can’t sleep.”
“About what?”
“Well, I suppose about everything,” replied Harry quietly. “What it would be like not to be the Boy-Who-Lived. And to lead a normal life…to have everything everyone else has.”
Draco walked over to Harry and slid down the wall next to him. He stared at the wall across from him. “I suppose everyone would like to have a normal life.”
Harry shrugged. They sat in silence until…
“Why do you care, Malfoy?”
Draco stared at the dim outline of Harry, due to his wand. He hesitated. “I’ve always wondered what life would be like if the war never existed.”
Harry sat up straight. “So what are you going to do? If you were working for Voldemort, you just missed the chance to kill me right now.”
Draco shuddered at the name. “I may be the son of a Death Eater but I don’t have to live up to that standard.”
An awkward silence followed as they both drifted into their own thoughts.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do to be honest,” continued Draco softly. “I-I’m in the middle of it now. Two sides to choose from and only one choice.”
“And I,” said Harry, “have to kill Voldemort or die.”
Draco wasn’t sure how to answer to that. He sighed as he looked at the wall again. Here he was sitting with the famous Harry Potter, who escaped the Dark Lord how many times? Five…no six including when he was a baby. He felt selfish to think he was in a bad situation when Harry was destined to kill the bloody bastard by some stupid prophecy. It was ludicrous but real.
“Y-you’ve managed this far,” commented Draco.
Harry nodded appreciatively at him. “Yeah, I guess. Still doesn’t stop me from thinking about giving up though.”
“You’ve escaped death six times already.”
“So?”
Draco had no memory of having such a civil conversation with Harry, especially regarding the war. And surprisingly, he seemed to like his company.
“Obviously, if you weren’t being a dunderhead, you would clearly understand that’s a record. More so of a miracle I should say.”
“All because of a stupid prophecy. All because of power. All because my parents died.”
Harry hugged his knees as he pressed his forehead against them.
Draco swallowed and said nothing. After all, he was never good with assisting with emotions.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
Harry nodded slightly. “You?”
Draco felt himself shake at the very thought. “Yeah. I’m not s-safe anywhere.”
His trembling subsided when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry was looking at him concernedly.
“All right there?”
“I guess. I don’t know what will happen next.”
“Me either.”
Draco absently rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt strangely calmer than he had in the last few weeks. This felt nice…
Soft lips caressed his face before reaching his lips. Draco smiled as the warm tongue licked them. He obliged the tongue to enter his mouth. He let his own tongue battle with the other, occasionally sucking the lower lip pressed against his. He could smell pine, reminding him of the Quidditch pitch. Draco leaned his head back as the lips trailed down his jaw and down to his neck. His tie was loosed and shirt was unbuttoned as hands traveled down his chest. He whimpered when he felt teeth biting the flesh and sucking against his collarbone. Draco opened his eyes to find Harry tasting every bit of skin.
Harry glanced up and froze. They stared at each other. Green and gray eyes locked in place as everything began to spin. Draco could feel sparks running through his body. His heart was pounding faster. For once, he didn’t give damn about anything. He could only focus on Harry.
Draco was about to open his mouth when a horrified Harry moved away. He grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and got up.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
He was cut off as Draco pulled him to the floor and climbed on top of him. Draco pulled at Harry’s tie and muffled his apologies by kissing him hard on the lips. He let his fingers run through the soft, black hair. He felt Harry stroke his porcelain face. He continued to kiss Harry harder, exploring every part of the mouth.
With ties and robes piled to the floor and shirts pried open, Harry and Draco broke apart to stare at each other again.
“Uh…”
“Err…”
Instantly they were drawn into a fit of laughter. They had to lean on each other to calm down. Harry got up again, this time levitating the clothes on the floor. He was about sweep his cloak on him when he looked down at Draco.
“Well, aren’t you coming?”
Draco saw Harry jerk his head to the dark corridor. He looked at his lit wand, but still felt rather foolish.
“I don’t-it’s dark.”
“You have you’re wand…” reminded Harry.
“But…I’m n-not safe…” started Draco.
“Neither am I. But you’re with me.”
Draco couldn’t suppress a grin as Harry helped up to his feet. The cloak was draped on both of them. With Harry’s arm looped around his, he was protected. As long as he was with him, everything was perfect.
“In the darkened room over here,” he heard Harry whisper.
Draco stopped at the threshold, with Harry prodding his back with his wand.
He hesitated before he felt a wet tongue licking his ear and a murmur that said, “I’ll help you find your way…”
Draco smiled at the darkness before him and reached for Harry’s hand. He kissed Harry’s cheek before whispering, “Thanks…Harry.”
Harry grinned back. “Just follow me, Draco.”
Author: sugareey (aka ME)
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: H/D
Word Count: 1,420 (i know! a bit off the word count...but very worth it!)
Summary: Draco finds a way into darkness
Disclaimer: not mine. however, it is my duty to manipulate the characters.
Warning: i suppose after ootp. i mean draco's still at hogwarts so...
A/N: this is for the AWDT prompt of "In a darkened room" for nocturnali and jamie2109. cheers!
Draco Malfoy wandered through the empty corridors. This was what he did every night, as sleep was never kind to him. With only the echoes of his footsteps reverberating against the walls and the soft light from the torches reflecting on him, he felt safe for once at Hogwarts. He had nothing else to turn to, now that Lucius was in Azkaban. Narcissa was always overprotective and Voldemort would be calling for him any day now.
But he wanted a chance to be himself. After all, he was responsible for his choices. Yet he was still confused, unaware of what lay before him. He couldn’t predict the future and he didn’t know what to do. The pressure was increasing each day. Should he join Voldemort for the power? What about save the Wizarding World with the Order? Or he could remain neutral.
Everywhere he went, Draco could not find the safety he needed. He needed to feel it inside of him. He needed to live for something. He needed to prove himself helpful for the future. But everything threatened to hurt him, even kill him. No, he was never protected, he now realized. He was always directed toward the path of death, at least on Voldemort’s standards. The people on the Light side never trusted him.
He sighed. Walking toward an endless corridor ahead of him, the torches began to dim before burning out completely. Draco froze as he looked around him. Complete darkness. He should be used to the dark by now. But he was out pass curfew. In the corridors. Alone. Anything can happen to him now.
Draco bit his lip nervously as he slowly took a step forward. He heard a rustle toward his right. He was now definite something was going to happen tonight. Rummaging for his wand, he raised it in front of him.
“Lumos!” he muttered as he took a few more steps.
Again there was another rustle, this time louder. Draco paused as he looked bewilderedly at his surroundings.
“Who’s there?” he said in a quivering voice.
Suddenly, he heard a morose sigh that was definitely not his own. Draco walked fast toward the corridor ahead before tripping over something. His wand fell to the ground He was about to fall on his face when he felt two warm hands catch him. As Draco straightened himself up, he heard a whisper before he saw his lit wand levitating at his level. He grabbed the wand and turned to face Harry Potter, who was leaning against a wall with his wrinkled Invisibility Cloak next to him.
“Potter!” hissed Draco furiously. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”
Harry looked up and only gave him a weak smile.
“Thinking. As usual.”
Draco raised an eyebrow before Harry added, “It’s what I always do when I can’t sleep.”
“About what?”
“Well, I suppose about everything,” replied Harry quietly. “What it would be like not to be the Boy-Who-Lived. And to lead a normal life…to have everything everyone else has.”
Draco walked over to Harry and slid down the wall next to him. He stared at the wall across from him. “I suppose everyone would like to have a normal life.”
Harry shrugged. They sat in silence until…
“Why do you care, Malfoy?”
Draco stared at the dim outline of Harry, due to his wand. He hesitated. “I’ve always wondered what life would be like if the war never existed.”
Harry sat up straight. “So what are you going to do? If you were working for Voldemort, you just missed the chance to kill me right now.”
Draco shuddered at the name. “I may be the son of a Death Eater but I don’t have to live up to that standard.”
An awkward silence followed as they both drifted into their own thoughts.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do to be honest,” continued Draco softly. “I-I’m in the middle of it now. Two sides to choose from and only one choice.”
“And I,” said Harry, “have to kill Voldemort or die.”
Draco wasn’t sure how to answer to that. He sighed as he looked at the wall again. Here he was sitting with the famous Harry Potter, who escaped the Dark Lord how many times? Five…no six including when he was a baby. He felt selfish to think he was in a bad situation when Harry was destined to kill the bloody bastard by some stupid prophecy. It was ludicrous but real.
“Y-you’ve managed this far,” commented Draco.
Harry nodded appreciatively at him. “Yeah, I guess. Still doesn’t stop me from thinking about giving up though.”
“You’ve escaped death six times already.”
“So?”
Draco had no memory of having such a civil conversation with Harry, especially regarding the war. And surprisingly, he seemed to like his company.
“Obviously, if you weren’t being a dunderhead, you would clearly understand that’s a record. More so of a miracle I should say.”
“All because of a stupid prophecy. All because of power. All because my parents died.”
Harry hugged his knees as he pressed his forehead against them.
Draco swallowed and said nothing. After all, he was never good with assisting with emotions.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
Harry nodded slightly. “You?”
Draco felt himself shake at the very thought. “Yeah. I’m not s-safe anywhere.”
His trembling subsided when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Harry was looking at him concernedly.
“All right there?”
“I guess. I don’t know what will happen next.”
“Me either.”
Draco absently rested his head on Harry’s shoulder and closed his eyes. He felt strangely calmer than he had in the last few weeks. This felt nice…
Soft lips caressed his face before reaching his lips. Draco smiled as the warm tongue licked them. He obliged the tongue to enter his mouth. He let his own tongue battle with the other, occasionally sucking the lower lip pressed against his. He could smell pine, reminding him of the Quidditch pitch. Draco leaned his head back as the lips trailed down his jaw and down to his neck. His tie was loosed and shirt was unbuttoned as hands traveled down his chest. He whimpered when he felt teeth biting the flesh and sucking against his collarbone. Draco opened his eyes to find Harry tasting every bit of skin.
Harry glanced up and froze. They stared at each other. Green and gray eyes locked in place as everything began to spin. Draco could feel sparks running through his body. His heart was pounding faster. For once, he didn’t give damn about anything. He could only focus on Harry.
Draco was about to open his mouth when a horrified Harry moved away. He grabbed his Invisibility Cloak and got up.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to-”
He was cut off as Draco pulled him to the floor and climbed on top of him. Draco pulled at Harry’s tie and muffled his apologies by kissing him hard on the lips. He let his fingers run through the soft, black hair. He felt Harry stroke his porcelain face. He continued to kiss Harry harder, exploring every part of the mouth.
With ties and robes piled to the floor and shirts pried open, Harry and Draco broke apart to stare at each other again.
“Uh…”
“Err…”
Instantly they were drawn into a fit of laughter. They had to lean on each other to calm down. Harry got up again, this time levitating the clothes on the floor. He was about sweep his cloak on him when he looked down at Draco.
“Well, aren’t you coming?”
Draco saw Harry jerk his head to the dark corridor. He looked at his lit wand, but still felt rather foolish.
“I don’t-it’s dark.”
“You have you’re wand…” reminded Harry.
“But…I’m n-not safe…” started Draco.
“Neither am I. But you’re with me.”
Draco couldn’t suppress a grin as Harry helped up to his feet. The cloak was draped on both of them. With Harry’s arm looped around his, he was protected. As long as he was with him, everything was perfect.
“In the darkened room over here,” he heard Harry whisper.
Draco stopped at the threshold, with Harry prodding his back with his wand.
He hesitated before he felt a wet tongue licking his ear and a murmur that said, “I’ll help you find your way…”
Draco smiled at the darkness before him and reached for Harry’s hand. He kissed Harry’s cheek before whispering, “Thanks…Harry.”
Harry grinned back. “Just follow me, Draco.”