Fic: Adoration
Title: Adoration
Author: wook77
Pairing:H/D
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount:~570
Prompt: Vacation at hd_365
Warnings: Implied Smut, Schmoop, H/C
Summary: Draco takes Harry to el Museo del Prado for a bit of polish. It doesn't quite go according to plan
A/N: This is partially based on a drabble I wrote for snottygrrl about a year ago so this may seem a bit familiar to some of you. The painting mentioned is now a featured painting at el Museo del Prado and is one of my favourite pieces of artwork. It's by an artist known as El Greco. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
Harry hadn't moved in over half an hour and Draco was starting to worry. The trip to Madrid had been a last minute decision on Draco's part and he'd wanted to give Harry a bit of polish, a bit of culture.
After Apparating to el Museo del Prado in Madrid, they wound their way through the opening galleries. The museum's array of works of art had impressed Draco as a child and that feeling hadn't subsided in the years since. His regard, though, was quick as he wandered gallery to gallery, pulling Harry along behind him so that Harry could see his favourite artists.
That progress stopped when Harry entered the hall with works by El Greco. His eyes fixated on The Adoration of the Shepards. He hadn't shifted from his position right in front of it. Draco doubted that his eyes had even blinked much in that time.
Harry hadn't acknowledged the slow slide of Draco's hand across his neck and down his back, hadn't budged when Draco had pushed himself firmly against Harry's back. He'd not responded when Draco had whispered in his ear.
In short, Draco was feeling a bit ignored or slighted. It was a silly petty feeling that he shouldn't have but he did. After wandering nearby hallways and galleries, he'd come back to see Harry still staring at that damnable painting.
Molding himself against Harry's back once more, Draco looked at the painting and still didn't see what was so special about it.
"What is it? What do you see?" Draco whispered against Harry's ear.
"You don't see?" Harry's voice, filled with awe and tears, had Draco hugging him tightly, uncaring of the disapproving looks of some of the other patrons.
"Tell me." After Draco's entreaty, Harry shuddered.
"I know that it's Mary and Joseph and the shepards and baby Jesus and all that other stuff but I can see my mum and my dad and me and Sirius and Remus and… and even… Peter." With each person, Harry pointed and Draco finally realised what it was that Harry saw. Harry saw the childhood denied him.
"Are you happy?" Draco mentally chastised himself for asking the question.
Harry turned and pressed his cheek into Draco's neck and nodded. The slight tremors belied the positive response, though and Draco held on.
"Do you want to go?" Harry nodded again and Draco started to steer them towards the exit.
They Apparated back to their flat and Draco slowly undid the cuffs of Harry's shirt. When Harry didn't protest, Draco unbuttoned his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders and then folding it over the back of one of the chairs.
"I'm sorry that this didn't work out as I planned, Harry." A strangled noise answered him just seconds before he was enveloped into Harry's arms once more.
"Would you…" Harry's voice trailed off and Draco rubbed his hands up and down Harry's back, "Would you make love to me, please? Just hold me and love me?"
Draco murmured something that sounded like yes and of course and always wrapped into one noise.
Still holding one another, they walked towards the bedroom. It was slow and worshipping and perfect. Afterwards, when Harry slept, Draco traced the slight lines on Harry's face and sighed. That jealous feeling had disappeared under the weight of the guilt for begrudging Harry those moments of contemplation.
Harry would never know. He'd have to make up for it in the future.
Author: wook77
Pairing:H/D
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount:~570
Prompt: Vacation at hd_365
Warnings: Implied Smut, Schmoop, H/C
Summary: Draco takes Harry to el Museo del Prado for a bit of polish. It doesn't quite go according to plan
A/N: This is partially based on a drabble I wrote for snottygrrl about a year ago so this may seem a bit familiar to some of you. The painting mentioned is now a featured painting at el Museo del Prado and is one of my favourite pieces of artwork. It's by an artist known as El Greco. As always, I'd love to hear what you think.
Harry hadn't moved in over half an hour and Draco was starting to worry. The trip to Madrid had been a last minute decision on Draco's part and he'd wanted to give Harry a bit of polish, a bit of culture.
After Apparating to el Museo del Prado in Madrid, they wound their way through the opening galleries. The museum's array of works of art had impressed Draco as a child and that feeling hadn't subsided in the years since. His regard, though, was quick as he wandered gallery to gallery, pulling Harry along behind him so that Harry could see his favourite artists.
That progress stopped when Harry entered the hall with works by El Greco. His eyes fixated on The Adoration of the Shepards. He hadn't shifted from his position right in front of it. Draco doubted that his eyes had even blinked much in that time.
Harry hadn't acknowledged the slow slide of Draco's hand across his neck and down his back, hadn't budged when Draco had pushed himself firmly against Harry's back. He'd not responded when Draco had whispered in his ear.
In short, Draco was feeling a bit ignored or slighted. It was a silly petty feeling that he shouldn't have but he did. After wandering nearby hallways and galleries, he'd come back to see Harry still staring at that damnable painting.
Molding himself against Harry's back once more, Draco looked at the painting and still didn't see what was so special about it.
"What is it? What do you see?" Draco whispered against Harry's ear.
"You don't see?" Harry's voice, filled with awe and tears, had Draco hugging him tightly, uncaring of the disapproving looks of some of the other patrons.
"Tell me." After Draco's entreaty, Harry shuddered.
"I know that it's Mary and Joseph and the shepards and baby Jesus and all that other stuff but I can see my mum and my dad and me and Sirius and Remus and… and even… Peter." With each person, Harry pointed and Draco finally realised what it was that Harry saw. Harry saw the childhood denied him.
"Are you happy?" Draco mentally chastised himself for asking the question.
Harry turned and pressed his cheek into Draco's neck and nodded. The slight tremors belied the positive response, though and Draco held on.
"Do you want to go?" Harry nodded again and Draco started to steer them towards the exit.
They Apparated back to their flat and Draco slowly undid the cuffs of Harry's shirt. When Harry didn't protest, Draco unbuttoned his shirt before sliding it off his shoulders and then folding it over the back of one of the chairs.
"I'm sorry that this didn't work out as I planned, Harry." A strangled noise answered him just seconds before he was enveloped into Harry's arms once more.
"Would you…" Harry's voice trailed off and Draco rubbed his hands up and down Harry's back, "Would you make love to me, please? Just hold me and love me?"
Draco murmured something that sounded like yes and of course and always wrapped into one noise.
Still holding one another, they walked towards the bedroom. It was slow and worshipping and perfect. Afterwards, when Harry slept, Draco traced the slight lines on Harry's face and sighed. That jealous feeling had disappeared under the weight of the guilt for begrudging Harry those moments of contemplation.
Harry would never know. He'd have to make up for it in the future.