The Accidental Rejection (Christmas Challenge for dracoharry100)
Title: The Accidental Rejection
Author: digthewriter
Word count: ~830
Characters/pairings: Harry, Draco, Teddy
Challenge: Christmas Challenge 13 for dracoharry100 DAY NINE: Blanket(s)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Harry Potter universe. This little piece of fiction is written for fun. No profit is being made.
Author's Notes: Utterly unbetaed. Part NINE of the Verse: In Dreams
Draco dressed in his holiday robes stood next to Potter in a Santa suit watching Teddy run around with his friends at the wizarding Christmas Park. If anyone had told him ten years ago that his life would be so drastically different, he wouldn't have believed them.
His life now was so different than he'd have imagined it the day he met Potter on the Hogwarts Express.
It had been nearly twenty years since that day.
Nearly twenty years. And Draco and Potter were guardians of a nine year old, Metamorphic-werewolf-half-breed.
Weird.
"What's weird?" Potter asked.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Draco nearly chuckled asking his question.
"Well, I heard it, unless I can read your mind-"
"Let's hope you can't," Draco answered.
Potter looked at him with curious eyes. "So, what's weird?"
"Just...this." Draco pointed at the atmosphere around them. "You. Me. Teddy. Christmas."
Potter laughed. "It could be worse."
Draco smiled and nodded. "You could have haunting dreams..." he said, then immediately stopped talking. He had developed a bad habit of speaking freely because he was mostly alone, but this was getting out of hand.
"Oh, I have haunting dreams," Potter answered.
Draco's eyes widened and he looked up at Potter. "You do?"
"Don't we all?" Potter asked.
-
Teddy came back running to them, gasping for air.
"Have had enough, yet?" Draco asked, glad for the distraction.
"No," Teddy answered grinning. "But, if we stay out too late...I don't want to be late for Gramma's in the morning."
"Where did you find this boy?" Draco asked, ruffling Teddy's hair. "He's so well behaved."
"I know, it shocks me too." Potter grinned at Draco then at Teddy. "Hot cocoa before you're off to Cousin Draco's?" he asked Teddy.
"Oh, you're not coming?" Teddy asked, his voice sounding hurt.
Potter looked at Draco who raised his eyebrow. "You're a good actor, Teddy, but not that good," Potter said. "If it's alright with-"
"We'll get the hot chocolate, and take the Floo to my place. Potter can tuck you in," Draco said and Teddy gleamed.
-
When they arrived at Draco's flat, Teddy immediately took Potter show him his room. Teddy always had a room at Draco's place since he'd started coming once or twice a month to spend time with Draco, and Potter had never seen it.
He sat on his sofa in the sitting room as he pretended to read the Prophet, while Teddy and Potter were chatting upstairs. He reckoned that Teddy would tell him what they talked about in the morning, anyway. Teddy was always more than willing to discuss Potter.
Ten minutes later, Potter joined Draco on the sofa.
"Is he sleeping?" Draco asked.
"Finally!" Potter said. "Maybe all that sugar right before bed wasn't a good idea."
Draco laughed. "Can I fix you a drink?" he asked and Potter nodded. Draco realised that the room suddenly felt ten degrees cooler, and started the fire with his wand, right before grabbing the bottle of Firewhisky and two glasses from his liquor cabinet.
When he poured the drink in the two glasses, he felt Potter shiver as a chill went up his spine as well. He immediately grabbed the blanket that rested on the other side of the sofa and spread it across his and Potter's lap.
"Sorry, I should have started the fire as soon as we got back," Draco said, lifting his wand trying to enhance the flames in the fireplace for more warmth.
"It's fine," Potter answered smiling. "I should head out soon, anyway. Big day tomorrow."
"You care more than welcome to stay over, if you'd like," Draco said. He didn't know where the words were coming from. Why did he just offer Potter to stay the night? He'd been blabbing incoherent things all night. What was wrong with him?
"Oh?" Potter said, bringing the glass of Firewhisky to his lips and taking a sip. Draco mimicked Potter's actions.
"I'm sure Teddy will be happy to see you in the morning. I think it'll give him hope that we're trying to-"
"Right. Of course," Potter said. "I'm not too sure," he added, "I don't want to overdo it and make him think we're trying too hard. He's smart; he'll catch on if we're being fake."
"I wasn't being fake," Draco said. "I just-" Draco’s speech was halted when Potter leaned in and kissed him. He was taken by surprise and he immediately pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over-I misunderstood-" Potter stood up abruptly, placing his glass on the coffee table in the sitting room. "I should go. I'll see you later, Malfoy."
"Potter!" Draco called out after Potter, but he'd Disapparated too quickly. He sat back down on the sofa and picked up Potter's glass, rubbing his thumb over Potter's lip marks. In that moment Draco realised. He was just shocked by the kiss, but he didn't mind it at all.
READ PART TEN
Author: digthewriter
Word count: ~830
Characters/pairings: Harry, Draco, Teddy
Challenge: Christmas Challenge 13 for dracoharry100 DAY NINE: Blanket(s)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the Harry Potter universe. This little piece of fiction is written for fun. No profit is being made.
Author's Notes: Utterly unbetaed. Part NINE of the Verse: In Dreams
Draco dressed in his holiday robes stood next to Potter in a Santa suit watching Teddy run around with his friends at the wizarding Christmas Park. If anyone had told him ten years ago that his life would be so drastically different, he wouldn't have believed them.
His life now was so different than he'd have imagined it the day he met Potter on the Hogwarts Express.
It had been nearly twenty years since that day.
Nearly twenty years. And Draco and Potter were guardians of a nine year old, Metamorphic-werewolf-half-breed.
Weird.
"What's weird?" Potter asked.
"Oh, did I say that out loud?" Draco nearly chuckled asking his question.
"Well, I heard it, unless I can read your mind-"
"Let's hope you can't," Draco answered.
Potter looked at him with curious eyes. "So, what's weird?"
"Just...this." Draco pointed at the atmosphere around them. "You. Me. Teddy. Christmas."
Potter laughed. "It could be worse."
Draco smiled and nodded. "You could have haunting dreams..." he said, then immediately stopped talking. He had developed a bad habit of speaking freely because he was mostly alone, but this was getting out of hand.
"Oh, I have haunting dreams," Potter answered.
Draco's eyes widened and he looked up at Potter. "You do?"
"Don't we all?" Potter asked.
-
Teddy came back running to them, gasping for air.
"Have had enough, yet?" Draco asked, glad for the distraction.
"No," Teddy answered grinning. "But, if we stay out too late...I don't want to be late for Gramma's in the morning."
"Where did you find this boy?" Draco asked, ruffling Teddy's hair. "He's so well behaved."
"I know, it shocks me too." Potter grinned at Draco then at Teddy. "Hot cocoa before you're off to Cousin Draco's?" he asked Teddy.
"Oh, you're not coming?" Teddy asked, his voice sounding hurt.
Potter looked at Draco who raised his eyebrow. "You're a good actor, Teddy, but not that good," Potter said. "If it's alright with-"
"We'll get the hot chocolate, and take the Floo to my place. Potter can tuck you in," Draco said and Teddy gleamed.
-
When they arrived at Draco's flat, Teddy immediately took Potter show him his room. Teddy always had a room at Draco's place since he'd started coming once or twice a month to spend time with Draco, and Potter had never seen it.
He sat on his sofa in the sitting room as he pretended to read the Prophet, while Teddy and Potter were chatting upstairs. He reckoned that Teddy would tell him what they talked about in the morning, anyway. Teddy was always more than willing to discuss Potter.
Ten minutes later, Potter joined Draco on the sofa.
"Is he sleeping?" Draco asked.
"Finally!" Potter said. "Maybe all that sugar right before bed wasn't a good idea."
Draco laughed. "Can I fix you a drink?" he asked and Potter nodded. Draco realised that the room suddenly felt ten degrees cooler, and started the fire with his wand, right before grabbing the bottle of Firewhisky and two glasses from his liquor cabinet.
When he poured the drink in the two glasses, he felt Potter shiver as a chill went up his spine as well. He immediately grabbed the blanket that rested on the other side of the sofa and spread it across his and Potter's lap.
"Sorry, I should have started the fire as soon as we got back," Draco said, lifting his wand trying to enhance the flames in the fireplace for more warmth.
"It's fine," Potter answered smiling. "I should head out soon, anyway. Big day tomorrow."
"You care more than welcome to stay over, if you'd like," Draco said. He didn't know where the words were coming from. Why did he just offer Potter to stay the night? He'd been blabbing incoherent things all night. What was wrong with him?
"Oh?" Potter said, bringing the glass of Firewhisky to his lips and taking a sip. Draco mimicked Potter's actions.
"I'm sure Teddy will be happy to see you in the morning. I think it'll give him hope that we're trying to-"
"Right. Of course," Potter said. "I'm not too sure," he added, "I don't want to overdo it and make him think we're trying too hard. He's smart; he'll catch on if we're being fake."
"I wasn't being fake," Draco said. "I just-" Draco’s speech was halted when Potter leaned in and kissed him. He was taken by surprise and he immediately pulled back.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what came over-I misunderstood-" Potter stood up abruptly, placing his glass on the coffee table in the sitting room. "I should go. I'll see you later, Malfoy."
"Potter!" Draco called out after Potter, but he'd Disapparated too quickly. He sat back down on the sofa and picked up Potter's glass, rubbing his thumb over Potter's lip marks. In that moment Draco realised. He was just shocked by the kiss, but he didn't mind it at all.
READ PART TEN