RP: Not Just a Tattoo
Title: Not Just a Tattoo
Summary: Harry can't understand why Ron is being such a big deal about a tattoo.
Word Count: 1289
Rating: G
Contains: (Highlight to view) *None*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear AJ, I loved your prompt the moment I saw it and I couldn't resist adding a few things you like. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy holidays.
Ron dropped his glass, beer spilling all over the floor. Hermione cleaned the mess with a flicker of her wand and a roll of her eyes. "Seriously, Ron, don't be so dramatic. It's just a tattoo. Not my favourite thing, granted, but it's still just a tattoo."
"Are you mental?" Ron looked between his wife and Harry, with eyes wide open.
Harry sighed. He didn't know why a small tattoo was becoming such a hot topic for Ron. "Hermione is right. It's just a tattoo."
"It's not. Merlin's balls, how do you not know this? It's a magical tattoo. Ah-" He raised a finger to shut both of them up. "It's not just a magical tattoo. You got the identical magical tattoo that Malfoy has."
"How do you know what tattoo he has?" Harry asked with a frown. He didn't think most people knew, but he should have known better. His two friends always paid attention to what he did.
Hermione snorted. "Do you mean besides the fact that you kept staring at that picture of him in Seeker Weekly? You know which one I mean, him half naked, with the falcon tattooed on his hip? The tattoo so small that most of us missed it because we weren't looking at his crotch?"
"And you went and got the same tattoo," Ron said exasperated.
"It's a cool tattoo." That had been his rationale. It was small, discreet and kind of cool. The fact that Draco had the same one was coincidental.
Ron sighed. "It's not just a cool tattoo and the person doing it should have told you. When two magical folks get matching tattoos, they become bonded. The magic will pull them together whether they want to or not. In fact, tattoos were often done for engagements to ensure that the union would last. How did you not know this?"
Hermione looked confused. "Are you making this up?"
Ron threw his arms in the air. "Why do you think I'm upset? He's bonded to Malfoy." He turned from Hermione to Harry. "You need to talk to him. Like right now. The tattoos have to match perfectly to create a bond. You can compare them, and hopefully, there are some differences. If not, you still need to talk to him, before the effects of the bond play havoc with your life."
Harry rubbed his face with his hands. He was so fucked! He knew the tattoos would match. He'd made sure of that. He even went to the same artist who'd drawn Draco's and now- Now Draco would kill him to break the bond.
"You did what?" Draco stood completely still in the middle of the study, with a glass in one hand and a somewhat tilted bottle of firewhiskey in the other. "I'm sorry, did I just hear you correctly? You got a tattoo. The same falcon I have, even though you do not play for the Falcons, in the same spot I have it, because- why exactly?"
Harry winced. He knew this tone. He'd learned it in school, although he'd heard it from time to time since then, mostly toward other people. It never led to anything good. "I know this sounds bad, but I- I didn't know. I thought- I thought it was a great tattoo. Then I showed Ron and he went berserk for no reason."
"You got the same tattoo as me and you decided to show Weasley?" Draco asked.
"I didn't-"
"Know, right, I got that part, Potter."
Harry's heart sank. He had really screwed up if Draco was back to using last names. After the trials, they had formed a truce that had morphed into a friendship, and if Harry had to admit it, which he did not want to, he might have hoped for something more, but Draco had become the great seeker that was turning the Falcons around. He wasn't just famous, but also glamorous in a way Harry wasn't, and his romantic encounters kept magazines in business. There was no way that they would ever be together, but now-
"Now, we're bonded. Do you know that now?" Draco asked. "Did you mean it to happen? Oh no, of course not, because you didn't know." He finally poured his drink and swallowed it in one go, before filling it again and finally sitting down. "Do you know what it means?"
Harry nodded slightly. "Ron explained. Hermione started the research to see if we can do anything to break it off. Look, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to put you in this position. I would have never-"
"I know, you wouldn't want to be with me," Draco said, coldly.
"Yes- what? No! That's not it." Harry looked at Draco confused. "Wait, are you upset about the bounding or the fact that it happened without me knowing it?"
"The first, naturally."
The answer came quickly, but it was a lie. Harry didn't need Veritaserum to know that. "You have a tell."
"I beg your pardon," Draco said with a frown.
"When you lie or get nervous, you have a tell. You developed it in sixth year." Harry looked down at Draco's hand. "You start scratching the cuticle of your thumb with your index finger. Sometimes it got so bad that you drew blood." He went to sit next to Draco. "You shouldn't be upset."
"Is that so? Is it because you're telling me how I'm meant to feel? Is the mighty Potter able to tell-"
Harry grabbed Draco's face and kissed him hard and quick. He pulled back with a grin. "I'm telling you that you shouldn't be upset because even though I didn't know about the bonding, I got the tattoo, because I care for you and I've cared for you for a long time. I got the tattoo, because it's cool, but also because it made me feel a little closer to you since I didn't think we'd ever had a chance, but now-"
"Oh, do shut up." Draco smirked. "You're terribly at explaining things, but I learned to speak Potter a long time ago. So you really didn't know."
Harry shook his head. "I didn't, but I'm glad I did." He hesitated a little. "I still don't know what happens next. We never got to that part with Ron." He was surprised when Draco laced their fingers together. "I take it that you aren't upset with me anymore."
Draco chuckled. "You're an idiot, Harry. I've been making moves for months. I was sure that you had finally figured it out when Luna said that our inner lights were braided into a magical cord strong enough to rein a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Oh, don't look so confused."
"I'm not. I'm shocked that you pay attention. I love her, but I start tuning her out when she starts with her animal," Harry said, but he was paying attention to Draco. "So you are… interested?"
"Sweet Merlin, Potter, I've been in love with you for years. I thought you'd marry Ginny and then you broke up and you gave no indication that you were interested in anyone." Draco leaned in and kissed him again, big smile on his face. "In case you were still confused."
"It's getting clearer, but I still don't know what happens next," Harry pointed out.
"Now, we move in together, we get married, we spend our Christmases together, we sit by the window and drink hot cocoa together. We do everything together."
Harry could hear the longing in Draco's voice. "That's beautiful. I want all of that and more." He started to laugh.
"Are you mad?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "I just realized that I'll have to tell Ron that this is not just a tattoo."
Summary: Harry can't understand why Ron is being such a big deal about a tattoo.
Word Count: 1289
Rating: G
Contains: (Highlight to view) *None*
Notes: Written for hd-owlpost. Dear AJ, I loved your prompt the moment I saw it and I couldn't resist adding a few things you like. I hope you enjoyed it. Happy holidays.
Ron dropped his glass, beer spilling all over the floor. Hermione cleaned the mess with a flicker of her wand and a roll of her eyes. "Seriously, Ron, don't be so dramatic. It's just a tattoo. Not my favourite thing, granted, but it's still just a tattoo."
"Are you mental?" Ron looked between his wife and Harry, with eyes wide open.
Harry sighed. He didn't know why a small tattoo was becoming such a hot topic for Ron. "Hermione is right. It's just a tattoo."
"It's not. Merlin's balls, how do you not know this? It's a magical tattoo. Ah-" He raised a finger to shut both of them up. "It's not just a magical tattoo. You got the identical magical tattoo that Malfoy has."
"How do you know what tattoo he has?" Harry asked with a frown. He didn't think most people knew, but he should have known better. His two friends always paid attention to what he did.
Hermione snorted. "Do you mean besides the fact that you kept staring at that picture of him in Seeker Weekly? You know which one I mean, him half naked, with the falcon tattooed on his hip? The tattoo so small that most of us missed it because we weren't looking at his crotch?"
"And you went and got the same tattoo," Ron said exasperated.
"It's a cool tattoo." That had been his rationale. It was small, discreet and kind of cool. The fact that Draco had the same one was coincidental.
Ron sighed. "It's not just a cool tattoo and the person doing it should have told you. When two magical folks get matching tattoos, they become bonded. The magic will pull them together whether they want to or not. In fact, tattoos were often done for engagements to ensure that the union would last. How did you not know this?"
Hermione looked confused. "Are you making this up?"
Ron threw his arms in the air. "Why do you think I'm upset? He's bonded to Malfoy." He turned from Hermione to Harry. "You need to talk to him. Like right now. The tattoos have to match perfectly to create a bond. You can compare them, and hopefully, there are some differences. If not, you still need to talk to him, before the effects of the bond play havoc with your life."
Harry rubbed his face with his hands. He was so fucked! He knew the tattoos would match. He'd made sure of that. He even went to the same artist who'd drawn Draco's and now- Now Draco would kill him to break the bond.
"You did what?" Draco stood completely still in the middle of the study, with a glass in one hand and a somewhat tilted bottle of firewhiskey in the other. "I'm sorry, did I just hear you correctly? You got a tattoo. The same falcon I have, even though you do not play for the Falcons, in the same spot I have it, because- why exactly?"
Harry winced. He knew this tone. He'd learned it in school, although he'd heard it from time to time since then, mostly toward other people. It never led to anything good. "I know this sounds bad, but I- I didn't know. I thought- I thought it was a great tattoo. Then I showed Ron and he went berserk for no reason."
"You got the same tattoo as me and you decided to show Weasley?" Draco asked.
"I didn't-"
"Know, right, I got that part, Potter."
Harry's heart sank. He had really screwed up if Draco was back to using last names. After the trials, they had formed a truce that had morphed into a friendship, and if Harry had to admit it, which he did not want to, he might have hoped for something more, but Draco had become the great seeker that was turning the Falcons around. He wasn't just famous, but also glamorous in a way Harry wasn't, and his romantic encounters kept magazines in business. There was no way that they would ever be together, but now-
"Now, we're bonded. Do you know that now?" Draco asked. "Did you mean it to happen? Oh no, of course not, because you didn't know." He finally poured his drink and swallowed it in one go, before filling it again and finally sitting down. "Do you know what it means?"
Harry nodded slightly. "Ron explained. Hermione started the research to see if we can do anything to break it off. Look, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to put you in this position. I would have never-"
"I know, you wouldn't want to be with me," Draco said, coldly.
"Yes- what? No! That's not it." Harry looked at Draco confused. "Wait, are you upset about the bounding or the fact that it happened without me knowing it?"
"The first, naturally."
The answer came quickly, but it was a lie. Harry didn't need Veritaserum to know that. "You have a tell."
"I beg your pardon," Draco said with a frown.
"When you lie or get nervous, you have a tell. You developed it in sixth year." Harry looked down at Draco's hand. "You start scratching the cuticle of your thumb with your index finger. Sometimes it got so bad that you drew blood." He went to sit next to Draco. "You shouldn't be upset."
"Is that so? Is it because you're telling me how I'm meant to feel? Is the mighty Potter able to tell-"
Harry grabbed Draco's face and kissed him hard and quick. He pulled back with a grin. "I'm telling you that you shouldn't be upset because even though I didn't know about the bonding, I got the tattoo, because I care for you and I've cared for you for a long time. I got the tattoo, because it's cool, but also because it made me feel a little closer to you since I didn't think we'd ever had a chance, but now-"
"Oh, do shut up." Draco smirked. "You're terribly at explaining things, but I learned to speak Potter a long time ago. So you really didn't know."
Harry shook his head. "I didn't, but I'm glad I did." He hesitated a little. "I still don't know what happens next. We never got to that part with Ron." He was surprised when Draco laced their fingers together. "I take it that you aren't upset with me anymore."
Draco chuckled. "You're an idiot, Harry. I've been making moves for months. I was sure that you had finally figured it out when Luna said that our inner lights were braided into a magical cord strong enough to rein a Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Oh, don't look so confused."
"I'm not. I'm shocked that you pay attention. I love her, but I start tuning her out when she starts with her animal," Harry said, but he was paying attention to Draco. "So you are… interested?"
"Sweet Merlin, Potter, I've been in love with you for years. I thought you'd marry Ginny and then you broke up and you gave no indication that you were interested in anyone." Draco leaned in and kissed him again, big smile on his face. "In case you were still confused."
"It's getting clearer, but I still don't know what happens next," Harry pointed out.
"Now, we move in together, we get married, we spend our Christmases together, we sit by the window and drink hot cocoa together. We do everything together."
Harry could hear the longing in Draco's voice. "That's beautiful. I want all of that and more." He started to laugh.
"Are you mad?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head. "I just realized that I'll have to tell Ron that this is not just a tattoo."