The File Room
Title: The File Room
Author: wook77
Wordcount: ~770
Warnings: Angst-ish, HBP-Spoilers
Prompts: list of words at hd_365
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: He was back down in the file room. Draco found himself down here more than was considered healthy, really. He'd come here during his breaks seeing as no one wanted to be in the file room. It was a musty disgusting place that stored all the lost details that no one really wanted to remember anyway..."Harry?"
A/N: Thanks to elle113 for more than betaing this story and to wildegirl_05 for "keeping me on track". As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
He was back down in the file room. Draco found himself down here more than was considered healthy, really. He'd come here during his breaks seeing as no one wanted to be in the file room. It was a musty disgusting place that stored all the lost details that no one really wanted to remember anyway.
Draco wanted to remember though. He wanted to remember the sight of Snape with his wand pointed, Dumbledore falling endlessly, that sickening thud of body meeting ground and the long months before he'd turned to Potter to save his mother.
It struck him as ironic that he'd done his crimes to save his mother and, later, turned away from that path for the same reason.
The chair creaked as he rocked back a bit further, a foot surreptitiously inching its way up until it settled on top of a cabinet . Careful to keep everything in exactly the same order and place, Draco casually thumbed through the file. It was the same file he'd looked at a few weeks ago with Harry. There were all the details for the investigation into Dumbledore's death and Draco's activities. This habit of looking needed to stop but he found he couldn't for now.
The light of the candle sputtered a bit and, briefly, Draco cursed under his breath about the cheap accountants that refused to light this area on a continuous basis. There was a strange ticking noise but Draco blocked it out like he did Harry's habit of listening to the radio at all hours of the day and night.
When he finished with the file, Draco slid it back into its place in the cabinet before grabbing his candle and leaving the room. The door closed behind him and he missed seeing Harry pull off his invisibility cloak.
~~**~~
The soft stroke of fingers down his cheek woke Draco. Lips pressing against that sensitive spot behind his ear had him reaching for Harry but there was no one there .
"Harry?" Draco mumbled as he patted the bed but found only cold sheets.
"Bloody wanker had better have a good reason…" Draco's voice trailed off as he flung the blankets off him before sliding to the edge of the bed.
"Stay." The words came out of nowhere and Draco obeyed before he even thought about it.
"Harry, knock it off and come back to bed. I am tired and most certainly not in the mood. " The only response was the slither of some sleek fabric across his arm.
"What the fuck, Potter?" As Draco made to stand, he was pushed back onto the bed. Suddenly, Harry was sitting, arse to stomach, on top of Draco.
"You're a liar, that's what the fuck." Harry didn't sound happy and Draco flinched under the tone.
"Why don't you explain what you mean before I beat the piss out of you?"
"Where were you tonight, before we left?" Shitfuckdamnheknew raced through Draco's mind and he hoped that it didn't show on his face.
"Looking up files for that case we're working on." Harry grabbed Draco's hands and roughly held them above his head.
"Bullshit, Draco, stop lying to me and just fucking admit it. You've been staring at that file since I made the mistake of showing it to you. I saw you, you fucker." Draco stared up at Harry as Harry stared down at him.
"Fine, I was. I just wanted to see…" The rest was cut off by Harry's lips pressing against Draco's neck.
"Let it go, Draco. It's how many years in the past? Live now, let it go." Harry licked Draco's neck before pressing a light kiss against his jaw.
That slow adoration continued as Draco's hands remained over his head, even as Harry brushed both his hands down Draco's chest. It was soft and languorous and oh so very different from what he'd thought when Harry had first landed on him.
Draco wasn't sure if he could cope with this soft Harry but no matter how much he demanded that Harry be a bit rougher, tweak a nipple harder, bite down on his collarbone, Harry failed to listen. It was, after staring at that file with the moving photographs, far too intimate for Draco.
"Harry, I can't." The lips disappeared from his sternum before pressing against his hungrily. The rhythm sped up and finally, Draco felt comfortable in the intimacy.
"You aren't that person anymore," Harry whispered against Draco's cheek when they were sweaty and sticky.
"But I am, Harry. I am." The silence stretched on as they both absorbed the sentiment. Thought slowly slid into sleep, both still sticky and cold with sweat.
Author: wook77
Wordcount: ~770
Warnings: Angst-ish, HBP-Spoilers
Prompts: list of words at hd_365
Excerpt in lieu of a summary: He was back down in the file room. Draco found himself down here more than was considered healthy, really. He'd come here during his breaks seeing as no one wanted to be in the file room. It was a musty disgusting place that stored all the lost details that no one really wanted to remember anyway..."Harry?"
A/N: Thanks to elle113 for more than betaing this story and to wildegirl_05 for "keeping me on track". As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
He was back down in the file room. Draco found himself down here more than was considered healthy, really. He'd come here during his breaks seeing as no one wanted to be in the file room. It was a musty disgusting place that stored all the lost details that no one really wanted to remember anyway.
Draco wanted to remember though. He wanted to remember the sight of Snape with his wand pointed, Dumbledore falling endlessly, that sickening thud of body meeting ground and the long months before he'd turned to Potter to save his mother.
It struck him as ironic that he'd done his crimes to save his mother and, later, turned away from that path for the same reason.
The chair creaked as he rocked back a bit further, a foot surreptitiously inching its way up until it settled on top of a cabinet . Careful to keep everything in exactly the same order and place, Draco casually thumbed through the file. It was the same file he'd looked at a few weeks ago with Harry. There were all the details for the investigation into Dumbledore's death and Draco's activities. This habit of looking needed to stop but he found he couldn't for now.
The light of the candle sputtered a bit and, briefly, Draco cursed under his breath about the cheap accountants that refused to light this area on a continuous basis. There was a strange ticking noise but Draco blocked it out like he did Harry's habit of listening to the radio at all hours of the day and night.
When he finished with the file, Draco slid it back into its place in the cabinet before grabbing his candle and leaving the room. The door closed behind him and he missed seeing Harry pull off his invisibility cloak.
~~**~~
The soft stroke of fingers down his cheek woke Draco. Lips pressing against that sensitive spot behind his ear had him reaching for Harry but there was no one there .
"Harry?" Draco mumbled as he patted the bed but found only cold sheets.
"Bloody wanker had better have a good reason…" Draco's voice trailed off as he flung the blankets off him before sliding to the edge of the bed.
"Stay." The words came out of nowhere and Draco obeyed before he even thought about it.
"Harry, knock it off and come back to bed. I am tired and most certainly not in the mood. " The only response was the slither of some sleek fabric across his arm.
"What the fuck, Potter?" As Draco made to stand, he was pushed back onto the bed. Suddenly, Harry was sitting, arse to stomach, on top of Draco.
"You're a liar, that's what the fuck." Harry didn't sound happy and Draco flinched under the tone.
"Why don't you explain what you mean before I beat the piss out of you?"
"Where were you tonight, before we left?" Shitfuckdamnheknew raced through Draco's mind and he hoped that it didn't show on his face.
"Looking up files for that case we're working on." Harry grabbed Draco's hands and roughly held them above his head.
"Bullshit, Draco, stop lying to me and just fucking admit it. You've been staring at that file since I made the mistake of showing it to you. I saw you, you fucker." Draco stared up at Harry as Harry stared down at him.
"Fine, I was. I just wanted to see…" The rest was cut off by Harry's lips pressing against Draco's neck.
"Let it go, Draco. It's how many years in the past? Live now, let it go." Harry licked Draco's neck before pressing a light kiss against his jaw.
That slow adoration continued as Draco's hands remained over his head, even as Harry brushed both his hands down Draco's chest. It was soft and languorous and oh so very different from what he'd thought when Harry had first landed on him.
Draco wasn't sure if he could cope with this soft Harry but no matter how much he demanded that Harry be a bit rougher, tweak a nipple harder, bite down on his collarbone, Harry failed to listen. It was, after staring at that file with the moving photographs, far too intimate for Draco.
"Harry, I can't." The lips disappeared from his sternum before pressing against his hungrily. The rhythm sped up and finally, Draco felt comfortable in the intimacy.
"You aren't that person anymore," Harry whispered against Draco's cheek when they were sweaty and sticky.
"But I am, Harry. I am." The silence stretched on as they both absorbed the sentiment. Thought slowly slid into sleep, both still sticky and cold with sweat.