Unsteady 5
Title: Unsteady 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco-centric
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language, sexual reference
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for molnou, who asked for more of Unsteady
Summary: Draco has an epiphany.
Draco arrived in his own suite of rooms via the Floo. He was in no mood to face his parents. His mum would castigate him for being out all night long, and his father would question the various nicks and bruises Draco was still sporting. At least he could do something about that.
First, Draco shed last night's clothing and entered his lavish, en suite bathroom. He stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. The spray stung, especially when introduced to the scrapes on Draco's knuckles. His mother would have kneazles if she knew he'd been brawling, and in a pub, no less. Draco took his time washing, and his skin was flushed pink by the time he turned off the water and toweled himself dry.
Draco returned to his bedroom and used his wand and some dittany to heal the evidence of his fight. His arse still ached from Harry's rough possession, but Draco elected to enjoy it while it lasted. He doubted he would be getting shagged by Harry again, no matter what his ex had to say on the subject.
Draco got dressed and rescued his fags from the pocket of his jacket. He ambled out on his balcony and lit one up. His mum would kill him if he smoked in the house. Draco aimed a plume of smoke at the sky, watching as it spiraled upward and dissipated. Harry had always hated it when Draco smoked, even though Draco didn't do it often. He'd picked the habit up from Pansy.
Draco took another drag and pondered his relationship with Pansy. For a friend, she certainly didn't seem to have his best interests at heart. Oh, she may have told him he needed therapy, but Draco knew it was more of a wry observation on Pansy's part than evidence of any real concern for him. Pansy had encouraged him to smoke, she goaded him into drinking more than he wanted, and...
She was jealous of Draco's relationship with Harry.
Harry, who used to scold Draco for smoking, made sure he never got pissed while drinking, and came in the middle of the night to rescue Draco from the Muggle police.
Draco's line of thought was sobering. His friends were one of the biggest bones of contention between him and Harry. Draco had to admit that Harry tried to get along, but Pansy especially had never been anything but rude to him. It left Draco in the position of trying to be a buffer between, them, and he stopped asking Harry to accompany him when he went out with his friends. Draco never felt comfortable around the Gryffindorks, even though none of them had ever been openly hostile to him. He didn't like being in their midst, and he began refusing to go with Harry when Harry spent time with them.
Draco stubbed his cigarette out on the railing and Vanished it.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Harry was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Draco had pushed him away to mollify his friends and family. His parents disapproved of Harry, his friends hated him, and Draco had bowed to the pressure. It was a wonder that Harry had bothered to fetch him from the police last night at all.
Draco stepped inside once more and flung himself into a chair. He needed a drink, never mind how early it was. Draco stood up to get the bottle of Ogdens he'd stashed in his dressing room. A knock at the door of his suite halted him in his tracks.
"Draco?" his mother called through the door. "Mr Potter is here to see you."
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Draco-centric
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language, sexual reference
Word count: 650
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for molnou, who asked for more of Unsteady
Summary: Draco has an epiphany.
Draco arrived in his own suite of rooms via the Floo. He was in no mood to face his parents. His mum would castigate him for being out all night long, and his father would question the various nicks and bruises Draco was still sporting. At least he could do something about that.
First, Draco shed last night's clothing and entered his lavish, en suite bathroom. He stepped into the shower and turned the water as hot as he could stand it. The spray stung, especially when introduced to the scrapes on Draco's knuckles. His mother would have kneazles if she knew he'd been brawling, and in a pub, no less. Draco took his time washing, and his skin was flushed pink by the time he turned off the water and toweled himself dry.
Draco returned to his bedroom and used his wand and some dittany to heal the evidence of his fight. His arse still ached from Harry's rough possession, but Draco elected to enjoy it while it lasted. He doubted he would be getting shagged by Harry again, no matter what his ex had to say on the subject.
Draco got dressed and rescued his fags from the pocket of his jacket. He ambled out on his balcony and lit one up. His mum would kill him if he smoked in the house. Draco aimed a plume of smoke at the sky, watching as it spiraled upward and dissipated. Harry had always hated it when Draco smoked, even though Draco didn't do it often. He'd picked the habit up from Pansy.
Draco took another drag and pondered his relationship with Pansy. For a friend, she certainly didn't seem to have his best interests at heart. Oh, she may have told him he needed therapy, but Draco knew it was more of a wry observation on Pansy's part than evidence of any real concern for him. Pansy had encouraged him to smoke, she goaded him into drinking more than he wanted, and...
She was jealous of Draco's relationship with Harry.
Harry, who used to scold Draco for smoking, made sure he never got pissed while drinking, and came in the middle of the night to rescue Draco from the Muggle police.
Draco's line of thought was sobering. His friends were one of the biggest bones of contention between him and Harry. Draco had to admit that Harry tried to get along, but Pansy especially had never been anything but rude to him. It left Draco in the position of trying to be a buffer between, them, and he stopped asking Harry to accompany him when he went out with his friends. Draco never felt comfortable around the Gryffindorks, even though none of them had ever been openly hostile to him. He didn't like being in their midst, and he began refusing to go with Harry when Harry spent time with them.
Draco stubbed his cigarette out on the railing and Vanished it.
"Fuck," he muttered.
Harry was probably the best thing that had ever happened to him, and Draco had pushed him away to mollify his friends and family. His parents disapproved of Harry, his friends hated him, and Draco had bowed to the pressure. It was a wonder that Harry had bothered to fetch him from the police last night at all.
Draco stepped inside once more and flung himself into a chair. He needed a drink, never mind how early it was. Draco stood up to get the bottle of Ogdens he'd stashed in his dressing room. A knock at the door of his suite halted him in his tracks.
"Draco?" his mother called through the door. "Mr Potter is here to see you."