Fic: Secrets 4 (inside out)
Originally posted by winterdaffodils at Secrets 4 (inside out)
Title: Inside Out (I failed at a title for this one, guys)
Author: winterdaffodils
Team: Death Eaters!
Word count: 100x3, couldn't help myself
Characters/pairings: Draco/Harry, not a smutty piece
Challenge: Challenge #331: Inside Out for dracoharry100
Authors Notes: I wanted so badly to fic this all to hell and finish the story, but then I felt like a jerk taking the easy way out. I think Draco's been waiting for this but will still be a bit unsatisfied.
"Draco," Harry asked, standing from the seat he had maintained in front of the Floo all evening.
Draco stopped half in, eyes wide in surprise as he met Harry's gaze. "Oh, bollocks, she's told you," he moaned, running his hand through his hair, aggrieved.
"No! Well, yeah, but I knew," Harry muttered, shrugging a little self-consciously and eyeing his toes.
"No, you didn't," Draco bit out. “That bitch.”
"I'm not stupid. All the time," he amended when Draco snorted indelicately and stepped forward cautiously. "She didn't have to tell me, not really, but I don't understand why you thought you couldn't."
"This!" Draco shouted before he could stop himself, glaring at Harry and gesturing to the distance between them, the careful way Harry moved and looked at him. "This right here. I didn't want you to treat me like an invalid or like I was going to die! I'm fine," he hissed, tears welling up in his eyes as much as he fought them back, his breathing sharp and fast. "I'm fucking fine."
"Yeah," Harry agreed softly, coming forward as he normally would after a time apart, gripping Draco fiercely and dragging him into a kiss. "You're fine," he whispered. "We're fine."
.oOo.
“I'm sorry,” Draco murmured, shifting in Harry's arms but still not looking at him. “I should have told you,” he sighed, tugging the duvet a little tighter around him.
“I understand why you might not have wanted to,” Harry answered honestly, feeling like every word had to be carefully considered and completely out of his depth. “I didn't mean to push.”
“Yes, you did,” Draco said, turning to press his face into his pillow.
“Good night,” Harry sighed eventually, tightening his arms around Draco as he let out a soft snore.
Title: Inside Out (I failed at a title for this one, guys)
Author: winterdaffodils
Team: Death Eaters!
Word count: 100x3, couldn't help myself
Characters/pairings: Draco/Harry, not a smutty piece
Challenge: Challenge #331: Inside Out for dracoharry100
Authors Notes: I wanted so badly to fic this all to hell and finish the story, but then I felt like a jerk taking the easy way out. I think Draco's been waiting for this but will still be a bit unsatisfied.
"Draco," Harry asked, standing from the seat he had maintained in front of the Floo all evening.
Draco stopped half in, eyes wide in surprise as he met Harry's gaze. "Oh, bollocks, she's told you," he moaned, running his hand through his hair, aggrieved.
"No! Well, yeah, but I knew," Harry muttered, shrugging a little self-consciously and eyeing his toes.
"No, you didn't," Draco bit out. “That bitch.”
"I'm not stupid. All the time," he amended when Draco snorted indelicately and stepped forward cautiously. "She didn't have to tell me, not really, but I don't understand why you thought you couldn't."
"This!" Draco shouted before he could stop himself, glaring at Harry and gesturing to the distance between them, the careful way Harry moved and looked at him. "This right here. I didn't want you to treat me like an invalid or like I was going to die! I'm fine," he hissed, tears welling up in his eyes as much as he fought them back, his breathing sharp and fast. "I'm fucking fine."
"Yeah," Harry agreed softly, coming forward as he normally would after a time apart, gripping Draco fiercely and dragging him into a kiss. "You're fine," he whispered. "We're fine."
.oOo.
“I'm sorry,” Draco murmured, shifting in Harry's arms but still not looking at him. “I should have told you,” he sighed, tugging the duvet a little tighter around him.
“I understand why you might not have wanted to,” Harry answered honestly, feeling like every word had to be carefully considered and completely out of his depth. “I didn't mean to push.”
“Yes, you did,” Draco said, turning to press his face into his pillow.
“Good night,” Harry sighed eventually, tightening his arms around Draco as he let out a soft snore.