The Door
Title: The Door
Rating: G
Length: 436
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The door was shut.
Note: My sister picked an object, I wrote, this came out. Too bad she’ll never read it, her being a rabid HD hater and all.
The door was shut. Not that that information should have surprised Harry and it didn't. The door had always been shut. At least for the past four months. Before that it was open, and before even that it was closed.
The door in question belonged to one Draco Malfoy and it was on his balcony leading into his private bedroom. Once, their private bedroom.
~~~
"Come," Draco whispered into his ear, gently tilting his chin upward till he was gazing at the cream balcony. There were deep green vines twisting intimately around the railing, pink flowers in bloom on it.
Harry turned to plant a kiss on Draco's cheek. "Up there?" he questioned before leaning in.
"Yes. Accio Firebolt. That's the only way in," he explained, pointing to a door Harry'd failed to notice. "It’s my room."
"But I've been in your room."
Draco stroked the underside of Harry's arm tenderly as the broom flew across the yard to them. "It's our room."
~~~
Every day after that, for a year, the door stayed open. Then it shut.
~~~
Harry was drunk. He was drunk enough to kiss Ginny after she kissed him, but he was not drunk enough to not know what was going on. And Draco knew that.
It felt good to have lips upon his own again; Draco was visiting his Mother for a week. It felt good and Harry knew he had to stop but his muddled mind simply said it wanted more, and who was Harry to disobey his mind?
The room became quiet. Slowly, the thought registered to him that a party should not be quiet. He pulled away from Ginny and looked around. His heart stopped. Draco's eyes changed from hurt to anger, and then he was gone.
~~~
His gaze stayed firmly locked on the sidewalk in front of him. Harry had told himself he would not walk past the door again but he wasn't concentrating during his evening walk and strayed towards it. But he would not get his hopes up yet again to only have them crushed by the shut door.
Something slid. His breath caught. He'd heard the door open and shut enough times to recognize the soft noise from anywhere.
Slowly, Harry peered through the darkness at the balcony. The door was shut but Draco stood there looking down at him.
Harry was frozen still, till finally, "I'm sorry," he called through the night separating them.
"Me too." Harry had to strain to hear his voice but he didn't have to strain to hear Draco's Firebolt whoosh through the air or the glass door slide open.
Rating: G
Length: 436
Genre: Romance/Angst
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: The door was shut.
Note: My sister picked an object, I wrote, this came out. Too bad she’ll never read it, her being a rabid HD hater and all.
The door was shut. Not that that information should have surprised Harry and it didn't. The door had always been shut. At least for the past four months. Before that it was open, and before even that it was closed.
The door in question belonged to one Draco Malfoy and it was on his balcony leading into his private bedroom. Once, their private bedroom.
~~~
"Come," Draco whispered into his ear, gently tilting his chin upward till he was gazing at the cream balcony. There were deep green vines twisting intimately around the railing, pink flowers in bloom on it.
Harry turned to plant a kiss on Draco's cheek. "Up there?" he questioned before leaning in.
"Yes. Accio Firebolt. That's the only way in," he explained, pointing to a door Harry'd failed to notice. "It’s my room."
"But I've been in your room."
Draco stroked the underside of Harry's arm tenderly as the broom flew across the yard to them. "It's our room."
~~~
Every day after that, for a year, the door stayed open. Then it shut.
~~~
Harry was drunk. He was drunk enough to kiss Ginny after she kissed him, but he was not drunk enough to not know what was going on. And Draco knew that.
It felt good to have lips upon his own again; Draco was visiting his Mother for a week. It felt good and Harry knew he had to stop but his muddled mind simply said it wanted more, and who was Harry to disobey his mind?
The room became quiet. Slowly, the thought registered to him that a party should not be quiet. He pulled away from Ginny and looked around. His heart stopped. Draco's eyes changed from hurt to anger, and then he was gone.
~~~
His gaze stayed firmly locked on the sidewalk in front of him. Harry had told himself he would not walk past the door again but he wasn't concentrating during his evening walk and strayed towards it. But he would not get his hopes up yet again to only have them crushed by the shut door.
Something slid. His breath caught. He'd heard the door open and shut enough times to recognize the soft noise from anywhere.
Slowly, Harry peered through the darkness at the balcony. The door was shut but Draco stood there looking down at him.
Harry was frozen still, till finally, "I'm sorry," he called through the night separating them.
"Me too." Harry had to strain to hear his voice but he didn't have to strain to hear Draco's Firebolt whoosh through the air or the glass door slide open.