Fragilify {Draco/Harry}
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the plot! JKR owns all the characters and the Harry Potter books!
Summary: It's snowing outside.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Warning: Slash
Rating: T (to be safe)
A/N: My first time writing boy slash- please read and review and PLEASE tell me how I did because I'm totally new to this. Enjoy!
It's snowing outside.
He tilts his head slightly to glance at the picture of his parents grinning madly at him from the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade. Sometimes he wonders why Lily Evans ever agreed to date James Potter- many a trip to the pensieve, both voluntary and not, had given him every sign that she absolutely loathed him. And falling in love with the one you hate is rather difficult, in Harry's experience. But what experience? What do I know? Then he thinks back to the night before and his head hits the window again, sliding down from icy condensation.
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"Move, Potter."
Harry didn't need to look up to know the owner of the voice- the level of snide, malicious superiority was one that could only be achieved by a certain messy-haired blond prince in emerald and silver lining.
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Ron snarled, and Harry was this close to rolling his eyes but he didn't. He understood Ron's primal urge to be over protective by experience, but really, the boy-who-stubbornly-continued-to-live-despite-the-continued-attempts-of-others could more than handle a ferret boy.
And then Harry caught sight of the sleek black bob and something roared viciously inside of him- the same monster that had growled for Ginevra Weasley so long ago. Despite all attempts to do otherwise, Harry took advantage fell victim to the rage building up inside of him. "What, can't confront a bloke without your girlfriend, Malfoy?" he asked spitefully.
Draco scoffed. "This coming from the boy who has a girl to fight his battles for him? Where is the Weaslette, anyway? Can't even hold onto a girl when you're Harry Potter, can you?" Draco retorted smoothly with a heightened sneer. Though it was next to nothing, Harry couldn't help but notice that Draco only smiled, given that it was unpleasantly, when he was around Harry.
And suddenly the rage got the better of Harry and he took a step forward, his hand clenching into a tight fist around his wand. "We'll see who needs a girl to defend him," he growled. "Same place as first year, midnight, and no doubles."
Draco's sneer only became more pronounced as he pushed off of the marble column he'd been slinking down on and looped Pansy's arm in his own. "Midnight, then, Potter."
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Harry was mad as he took the stairs two at a time towards the trophy room. He was mad and there was only one thought going through his mind.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kiss him.
Kill him.
"Well well well, Potter," came Draco's smooth voice from the dusty trophy room, "seems I may have been wrong about you...or perhaps not."
"Let's just get this over with, Malfoy," Harry replied with what he hoped with a note of malice but in reality may have sounded more like lovesickness than anything else. "I've got a detention tomorrow night and I'd hate to miss it."
Draco just drew his wand and Harry did the same- they squared off, and Harry was slightly surprised that the slender boy (and had he lost weight? Harry was sure he had) hadn't just hexed him from the start, but he had to do something, hadn't he.
But what if he didn't?
Would time stop? Would the world stop spinning on its axis because Harry Potter wanted just another minute to gaze at the pale, tortured prince of Slytherin?
"What are you waiting for, Potter?" Draco spat, and Harry lifted his gaze to find Draco's wand pressing painfully against his Adam's apple. "Or is it as I suspected?"
And Harry had to do something so he raised his wand but it was already by his side and Draco's cool hand was resting on his own. The Slytherin was staring up at him with those eyes (like quicksilver) and suddenly it seemed as though there was a light in the emptiness. And then Draco was standing on his tiptoes, his weight braced against Harry's broad shoulders as their lips met in a sweet, unexpectedly tender kiss.
And the world didn't stop spinning and time didn't stop and mere months from now Draco would be facing him on a dark, icy night, his wand aimed at their beloved headmaster and Harry would pretend to hate him when all he wanted to do was pull the fragile boy into his strong arms. The boy who had broken himself trying to fix his world.
Slowly, the two separated as Draco lowered himself back onto the ground and Harry wanted to hug him but didn't because it just didn't seem to fit.
There was nothing else- there was no happy ending. Draco stood there for a few moments looking as if he wanted to say something, then left because the mark on his forearm told him he didn't.
And Harry waited for a while after that before returning to the Gryffindor dormitory, where Ron was waiting by the portrait hole with a million predictable questions to which there were a million wrong answers because the only right one was a lie. He walked straight past his best mate to Ginny, who stood as he neared her, and there was the fire that Harry fell in love with and oh, Ginny was mad. Ginny hated Harry for what he did to her until he swept her into a passionate, empty kiss and then she was putty in his hands because she always had been- she'd never hated him, really.
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He sighs and stands up- he doesn't want to be late for detention. Chancing one last glance out the window, his eyes lock on the Parkinson girl linking arms with Draco- they're walking briskly into the castle, and she's probably going on and on about how awful her hair must be and Harry smiles despite himself because it really, really is.
It's snowing outside, but Harry hasn't noticed.
Summary: It's snowing outside.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Warning: Slash
Rating: T (to be safe)
A/N: My first time writing boy slash- please read and review and PLEASE tell me how I did because I'm totally new to this. Enjoy!
It's snowing outside.
He tilts his head slightly to glance at the picture of his parents grinning madly at him from the cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade. Sometimes he wonders why Lily Evans ever agreed to date James Potter- many a trip to the pensieve, both voluntary and not, had given him every sign that she absolutely loathed him. And falling in love with the one you hate is rather difficult, in Harry's experience. But what experience? What do I know? Then he thinks back to the night before and his head hits the window again, sliding down from icy condensation.
+++
"Move, Potter."
Harry didn't need to look up to know the owner of the voice- the level of snide, malicious superiority was one that could only be achieved by a certain messy-haired blond prince in emerald and silver lining.
"Bugger off, Malfoy," Ron snarled, and Harry was this close to rolling his eyes but he didn't. He understood Ron's primal urge to be over protective by experience, but really, the boy-who-stubbornly-continued-to-live-despite-the-continued-attempts-of-others could more than handle a ferret boy.
And then Harry caught sight of the sleek black bob and something roared viciously inside of him- the same monster that had growled for Ginevra Weasley so long ago. Despite all attempts to do otherwise, Harry took advantage fell victim to the rage building up inside of him. "What, can't confront a bloke without your girlfriend, Malfoy?" he asked spitefully.
Draco scoffed. "This coming from the boy who has a girl to fight his battles for him? Where is the Weaslette, anyway? Can't even hold onto a girl when you're Harry Potter, can you?" Draco retorted smoothly with a heightened sneer. Though it was next to nothing, Harry couldn't help but notice that Draco only smiled, given that it was unpleasantly, when he was around Harry.
And suddenly the rage got the better of Harry and he took a step forward, his hand clenching into a tight fist around his wand. "We'll see who needs a girl to defend him," he growled. "Same place as first year, midnight, and no doubles."
Draco's sneer only became more pronounced as he pushed off of the marble column he'd been slinking down on and looped Pansy's arm in his own. "Midnight, then, Potter."
+++
Harry was mad as he took the stairs two at a time towards the trophy room. He was mad and there was only one thought going through his mind.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kill him.
Kiss him.
Kill him.
"Well well well, Potter," came Draco's smooth voice from the dusty trophy room, "seems I may have been wrong about you...or perhaps not."
"Let's just get this over with, Malfoy," Harry replied with what he hoped with a note of malice but in reality may have sounded more like lovesickness than anything else. "I've got a detention tomorrow night and I'd hate to miss it."
Draco just drew his wand and Harry did the same- they squared off, and Harry was slightly surprised that the slender boy (and had he lost weight? Harry was sure he had) hadn't just hexed him from the start, but he had to do something, hadn't he.
But what if he didn't?
Would time stop? Would the world stop spinning on its axis because Harry Potter wanted just another minute to gaze at the pale, tortured prince of Slytherin?
"What are you waiting for, Potter?" Draco spat, and Harry lifted his gaze to find Draco's wand pressing painfully against his Adam's apple. "Or is it as I suspected?"
And Harry had to do something so he raised his wand but it was already by his side and Draco's cool hand was resting on his own. The Slytherin was staring up at him with those eyes (like quicksilver) and suddenly it seemed as though there was a light in the emptiness. And then Draco was standing on his tiptoes, his weight braced against Harry's broad shoulders as their lips met in a sweet, unexpectedly tender kiss.
And the world didn't stop spinning and time didn't stop and mere months from now Draco would be facing him on a dark, icy night, his wand aimed at their beloved headmaster and Harry would pretend to hate him when all he wanted to do was pull the fragile boy into his strong arms. The boy who had broken himself trying to fix his world.
Slowly, the two separated as Draco lowered himself back onto the ground and Harry wanted to hug him but didn't because it just didn't seem to fit.
There was nothing else- there was no happy ending. Draco stood there for a few moments looking as if he wanted to say something, then left because the mark on his forearm told him he didn't.
And Harry waited for a while after that before returning to the Gryffindor dormitory, where Ron was waiting by the portrait hole with a million predictable questions to which there were a million wrong answers because the only right one was a lie. He walked straight past his best mate to Ginny, who stood as he neared her, and there was the fire that Harry fell in love with and oh, Ginny was mad. Ginny hated Harry for what he did to her until he swept her into a passionate, empty kiss and then she was putty in his hands because she always had been- she'd never hated him, really.
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He sighs and stands up- he doesn't want to be late for detention. Chancing one last glance out the window, his eyes lock on the Parkinson girl linking arms with Draco- they're walking briskly into the castle, and she's probably going on and on about how awful her hair must be and Harry smiles despite himself because it really, really is.
It's snowing outside, but Harry hasn't noticed.