Happy H/D Holidays, Sillyshy!
Author: malachic
Recipient: sillyshy
Title:Cellar Door
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: There had been more than five kisses, Draco knew, but he only really remembered five of them… the first four, and the last.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): None but slash
Deathly Hallows compliant? Yes, but EWE
Word Count: 2,118
Author's Notes: This is done in a rather odd style, so just be warned. Also, love to my beta! She knows who she is.
Part One
The first time you kissed me, you were saving my life.
“Malfoy!”
I didn’t look back, just kept on going straight ahead. “Malfoy, you idiot! Watch out!”
“Watch out from what?” I mocked.
All of a sudden everything was black and all I could hear was a soft voice whispering, “Oh, you little fool…” voice… I knew that voice, knew it, who was it? Who… black hair, yes, black hair, Death… Death something… Death Star, Death Person… Death EATER. Death Eater, yes, what was that, what… who was she… B, B something cousin relative… BELLATRIX. Why was she hurting me? I was her cousin, I was a Death Eater, too, why? Then… pain a lot of pain… Crucio, what did I do, why…
“MALFOY!” I know that voice… good person… who is he?
Warm lips pressed against mine… “Breathe, dammit, BREATHE!”
I was choking, spluttering. “P… Potter?” I mumbled.
“Malfoy,” you relaxed, hands still on my stomach. “Thank God. You’re alive.”
I blinked. “Why… what happened?”
You just started laughing, laughing like crazy, hugging me tightly, and crushing me against you. “Doesn’t matter.”
~~~
The second time you kissed me, we were playing Spin the Bottle at the Auror Party.
“Oh, come on, Draco! Please?”
I rolled my eyes, shaking Pansy off. “Fine. Whatever.”
Spin. Granger and Blake.
Spin. Pansy and Draco.
Spin. Weasley and Lilith.
Spin. Draco and Granger.
Spin. Potter and Pansy.
Spin.
“Come on, Draco!”
“Wait, what?” I glanced up from my book, right up into a pair of glimmering emerald eyes.
Oh.
I pressed my lips against yours… they were soft, unexpectedly soft and it wasn’t really as bad as I thought it would be after all, you were my partner and your lips were so soft and warm…
You pulled away slowly and I looked around, quickly enough to see Granger putting her wand back into her pocket.
The third time you kissed me, we were on a (not) date.
“I told you already, Malfoy, it’s not a date!”
“Yes, because I'm just positive this is a not-movie on a not-date in the name of utterly platonic bonding," I replied, brow quirked skeptically.
You rolled your eyes. “Merlin's beard, why would I ever even want to date you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I smirked. “I’m gorgeous.”
You just rolled your eyes again. “In your dreams, Malfoy. You’re not gorgeous, you’re a git.”
I just stuck my tongue out. “So what are we watching, anyway?”
You held up a DVD. Donnie Darko.
“What’s that?”
“Best movie on the face of the Earth,” you stated matter-of-factly, as if everyone knew that.
“What’s it about?”
“Some crazy kid who sees rabbits that predict when the world will end and…”
I made a face. “Ugh. He’s a Muggle.”
You rolled your eyes. “Just watch.”
A few hours later…
I relaxed against you, my head on your chest, mumbling. “That was a good movie.”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, my eyes fluttering closed.
A few minutes later, I felt the soft brush of lips against mine. “You are gorgeous… and a git.”
I smiled slowly, opening my eyes.
“Kissing on the not-date? Shame.”
“Shut up!”
I smirked. You really looked cute when you blushed.
The fourth time you kissed me, I told you I loved you.
I sat beside the hospital bed, holding your hand, watching you.
“What happened, Malfoy?”
“We… we got attacked. Last of the Death Eaters. Sectumsempra,” I mumbled.
Later…
“Lie to me. Tell me everything’s going to be alright. Tell me not to worry.
“I don’t want to worry today. I think I’ve worried enough, enough for a lifetime, I think. We all have, haven’t we? Worried too much for our age… I’m surprised I don’t have white hair, not like anyone could tell. And it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. I mean… I’m twenty-five and I feel like I’m a hundred and ten. I guess war does that to you, doesn’t it?”
“And this is when it really hits me, you know? I’m pretty good at ignoring what I don’t want to see, I guess we all are, guess we all had to be, to keep on going after that. Kind of hard to ignore what had happened, keep on going, keep on hating, keep on loving. I’m good at ignoring things, always have been… but you can’t. Not now. Not when you’re staring right in the face of the victims.” I whispered.
“What about when you’re looking in the faces of the survivors?” Harry asked, turning to face me.
“What?” I asked.
“What about the survivors? I lived through that. So did you. So did Ron. So did Hermione. And we’re all alright. Ginny’s married now, with twins, it’s Ron’s daughter’s first birthday, and, well… I’m alright. I’m an Auror, aren’t I, and hey, I might even get promoted this year. And you’re doing alright, too, from what I can tell. You’re my partner, right? Draco… everyone’s alright. No matter what happens after this, no matter who dies, no matter who gets married, no matter whose born, we’re all going to be alright. We got rid of all the bad stuff, now we just keep on going with life.”
“You’re such a bloody Gryffindor,” I grinned.
“Why, thank you.”
I turned and smiled. “It wasn’t a compliment.”
He shrugged. “A compliment is what you make it. For example, a loathsome, evil cockroach is a compliment to you.”
“Well, it’s better than ferret,” I shrugged.
You rolled your eyes. Yeah, there is that,” you mumbled, putting an arm around me.
I leaned back into your embrace. “Still.”
“Still. Everyone’s alright.”
“No, not everyone.”
“Yeah, we are. Draco… I’m alive. Remember that. I’m alive. And I love you.”
I grabbed you and pushed you down, kissing you fiercely.
And the best kiss…
“Breakfast, Harry?” I called. “Or will I just Apparate you to work in your pajamas?”
You stuck your tongue out. “Mean.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. I’m an evil, mean maniac that is hell-bent on ruining your life by forcing you to keep your job.”
“Hey, Draco…”
“Yeah?”
You bit your lip. “You promised me something once.”
“What was that?”
“You promised that…”
“That…?”
You bit your lip. “God, I can’t say it!” You grabbed my hand. “Dammit, Draco…” you shoved a ring onto my finger. “Do you wanna…?”
“Ever the romantic, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes, leaning in to kiss you. “Of course I will.”
Part Two- The Wedding.
I grinned, straightening Harry’s bow tie. “Was this what you were expecting?”
He scowled. “There are so many people…”
I nodded sagely. “Yes, Harry, people come to weddings.”
He shot me a deadpan look. “Yes, but so many of them…”
I rolled my eyes, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. “That’s what you get for letting Pansy and Mother set up the guest list.”
“Never again,” he swore vehemently.
“Harry James Potter! Are you planning on getting married again?” I mock pouted.
“No, but…”
I just stood like that, hand on my hips, pouting, until he finally laughed and leaned in to kiss me.
I, Draco Malfoy…
Pansy’s slight smirk as I told her. “I told you so, didn’t I, Draco?”
“Told me what?” I growled.
“That you and Potter would make a perfect couple!”
I stared at her for an instant. “You set this up, didn’t you?”
She had the good manners to blush.
~~~~
“Malfoy, what are you doing…?”
“Call me Draco.”
“What?”
“You saved my life. Call me Draco…”
Do hereby take you, Scarhead…
“Scarhead.”
“Ferret.”
Hit. “Stop being idiots!” Pansy scowled.
I just rolled my eyes…
~~~~
“Morning, Scarhead,” I nodded, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Omelets, I guess,” he shrugged, moving towards the shower, “Thanks, Draco. For making me breakfast and waking me up and stuff.”
“I always do, don’t I?” I smirked. “If I didn’t, who knows if you’d ever get to work?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to,” he shifted uncomfortably.
“Believe me, I do,” I grinned wryly, sighing. How could anyone be so bloody daft?
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Scarhead.”
“Harry.”
“No. Scarhead. But you’re my Scarhead, so it’s all alright,” I smiled.
He just threw back his head and laughed.
As my husband and life-partner…
“Why do I have to work with Potter? Couldn’t you pair me up with someone who, you know, whose intestines I don’t want to rip out and use as a scarf?”
Pansy shook her head. “No. Granger and I think you two would be the best pair.”
“You both need your heads examined!”
“No crap, Malfoy…”
~~~~
I mean, what is wrong with him? I didn’t really think he was that thick…” I ranted.
Pansy glanced at me fondly. “Draco, what exactly happened?”
“How the hell can he think I’m uninterested? I don’t just randomly show up at the homes of people I'm not interested in every bloody morning to wake them up for work or cook breakfast for them-,”
“You can cook?” Pansy gasped.
“I learned,” I mumbled, “but that’s all beside the point. I mean, uninterested? UNINTERESTED? What the hell is he, dumb?”
“You keep on pacing like that and you’ll make a hole in the floor,” Pansy observed.
I scowled at her, and sat down. “Fine.”
“Look, if Potter’s so daft, why don’t you make the first move?”
“I HAVE been. Every. Single. Morning.”
“Make it more obvious, then. So that even he can’t think you’re ‘just friends.’”
“Pansy, I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Try.”
I sighed. “Okay, whatever.”
In health and sickness…
I sighed. “Potter, it’s just a cold.”
“Still can’t go to work. Can barely cast a spell,” he sniffled. “The worst thing I could do to the Death Eaters is sneeze at them.”
I snickered. “Okay, I’ll call in, tell them that we’re both staying home today.”
“Draco, you really don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I soothed him.
“But, come on, surely you’d much rather…”
“Work? Are you mad?” I teased, “rather than stay here and look at your gorgeous face?”
“I look like crap,” he muttered.
“No, you don’t,” I brushed my lips against your forehead. “You always look beautiful.”
He stared at me for a moment. Dammit, did I screw up… was I wrong about him being interested…?
Then he smiled. “I’d kiss you, but then you’d be sick, too.”
I laughed…
~~~~
NO! NO, why did they have to hurt Potter, NO! No one messed with his partner, no matter what…
“SECTUMSEMPRA!”
Potter crumpled to the ground.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” I hollered, jets of green light coming out of my wand.
They said there were no survivors…
… I waited by the bedside, holding his hand, brushing his black locks out of his eyes. “Harry, are you alive? You have to be. You can’t die. You just can’t.”
His eyes flickered open. “You’re alive. Thank God you’re alive. Thank God.”
“Glad to see me?”
I smiled widely. “You have no idea.” I leaned in slowly, whispering. “I love you.”
His eyes shot open. “What brought that on?”
“Wouldn’t want you to die without knowing.”
In hope and despair… and kitchen disasters…
I fought not to snicker. “Potter, are you trying to… to cook?”
“Well, yes…”
“And was the kitchen sink part of this recipe?”
He was doused in flour… the whole kitchen was, for that matter, a thick puddle of sauce at my feet, vegetables scattered all over the place…
He blushed. “Shut up!” …
~~~~
…“Hey, uh, Draco…?”
“Yes?”
“Well, erm, we work together, right?”
“Yes.”
“And we spend a lot of time over at each other’s houses so wouldn’t it be cheaper and better and stuff if you just, you know, moved in with me?”
I didn’t answer.
“And, uh… well, you did say we were dating and maybe we could… I mean we are, but…”
“Yes, I’ll move in with you,” I smiled, tilting my head up to kiss him. “You git.”
In Donnie Darko…
He was fighting not to grin. I could see it. “Alright, Potter, what’s so bloody funny?” I scowled.
“Your hoodie,” he managed, laughter bubbling up.
I glanced down at my black, slightly over-sized hoodie, a picture of Frank and the words, “Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?” on it. “What?”
He just smiled. “Draco Malfoy, you are a fangirl.”
“NO I’M NOT!”
~~~~
I rested my head against his chest. “What does that mean, do you think?”
“What?” he asked.
“That everyone dies alone.”
“I guess that when you’re gone, it’s just you and what you’ve done. That’s what I’ve always thought.”
I chuckled. “You’re about the only bloody person on earth who could make that phrase into something almost positive.”
“Well, what do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think everyone dies alone.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause if that was the case, than what would be the point of life?”
He smiled. “Living it.”
“Just being alive?”
“No. Really living life, with all the twists are turns. Not just being alive… being someone, even if it’s just a good friend or whatever.”
“And do you think you have been?”
He rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
In Quidditch…
“It’s been too long since you’ve played.”
“Yet I can still beat you with one hand tied around my back.”
“Then let’s play.”
It was beautiful. All of it. Perfect. The night sky, his hair blending into it, the Snitch flitting gold against the black sky, tiny pinpricks of stars giving us light… and the edge. That was the one thing he had been missing from his life, I knew. That edge that came with competition, with spice, with danger. The reason I was even a bloody Auror, not like I actually cared about the Wizarding World…
I shot a smile at Potter and dived.
… A slight smirk. “Are you ready yet, Potter?” You were still blindfolded and scowling darkly.
He scowled. “Yes, I am, now can you tell me where the hell we are already?”
I grinned, removing the blindfold. “Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup, Potter.”
He leapt on me, kissing me.
In cats and owls…
“Why a cat?”
“Why not?” I asked.
He sighed. “Because cats are messy and stuff.”
I snorted. “And stuff… I love your arguments.”
“And it would scare Hedwig the second.”
“Oh, I don’t know, she seems pretty tough, she could probably take him,” I grinned, looking at the rows and rows of cats. “And anyway, we’re here now.”
I must’ve dragged him around for hours before we got the cat- a noble Russian blue.
~~~~
“Bloody hell, Potter!”
“What?”
“Your owl just clawed poor Salazar!”
“Who’s Salazar?”
“My cat, who do you think?” I kneeled down, smoothing down Salazar’s dark fur.
“You named your cat Salazar?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
He just smiled, shaking his head.
In snakes…
“Oh God,” you whispered. “What is this, Slytherin’s new common room?”
I scowled. “No, it’s my house, and…”
“Ah. It’s green. And serpenty.”
“Serpenty? Who the hell says serpenty?”
“I do. And it is.”
“Well, it’s mine, so you have to deal with it.”
You shrugged. “Well, I was almost in Slytherin, so…”
I leapt.
~~~~
“Potter. Why is there an asp around my ankle?”
“It just wants to play with you.”
“With me, or with my dead body?” My voice was squeaking, I knew, but I didn’t like snakes…
Potter rolled his eyes, harsh syllables of parseltongue falling through his lips. “Wimp.”
In lions…
“No. I am not going to Ginny’s wedding.”
“Please, Draco?”
“No.”
“Come on, I’m sure it will be fine.”
“I’ll be in the middle of a lion pit.”
“If you do, I’ll…”
I said yes.
~~~~
“So. How do you want to go about this?” Harry asked.
“What?”
“Uhm… telling Ron and Hermione?”
“Show up and say, ‘Hi! I’m dating Draco Malfoy! And prance off.’”
“Without giving Ron a heart attack?”
“Talk to Granger.”
… “Hey, Hermione, uhm… meet Draco Malfoy, my, uh…”
I rolled my eyes. “Hi, Granger. You know me. I’m dating your best friend. This is where you give the generic 'I will kill you if you hurt him' Gryffindor speech.”
She just smiled and threw her arms around my neck. “Pansy said you’d catch on eventually!”
I sighed.
And swear to love him… Always and Forever.
He just stared at me, this daft smile on his face, grinning widely.
“Same here?” he offered weakly.
I threw my head back and laughed, leaning in to kiss him.
“Git,” I muttered, when we separated.
“Yes, but I’m your git.”
I just smiled.
Recipient: sillyshy
Title:Cellar Door
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: There had been more than five kisses, Draco knew, but he only really remembered five of them… the first four, and the last.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): None but slash
Deathly Hallows compliant? Yes, but EWE
Word Count: 2,118
Author's Notes: This is done in a rather odd style, so just be warned. Also, love to my beta! She knows who she is.
Part One
The first time you kissed me, you were saving my life.
“Malfoy!”
I didn’t look back, just kept on going straight ahead. “Malfoy, you idiot! Watch out!”
“Watch out from what?” I mocked.
All of a sudden everything was black and all I could hear was a soft voice whispering, “Oh, you little fool…” voice… I knew that voice, knew it, who was it? Who… black hair, yes, black hair, Death… Death something… Death Star, Death Person… Death EATER. Death Eater, yes, what was that, what… who was she… B, B something cousin relative… BELLATRIX. Why was she hurting me? I was her cousin, I was a Death Eater, too, why? Then… pain a lot of pain… Crucio, what did I do, why…
“MALFOY!” I know that voice… good person… who is he?
Warm lips pressed against mine… “Breathe, dammit, BREATHE!”
I was choking, spluttering. “P… Potter?” I mumbled.
“Malfoy,” you relaxed, hands still on my stomach. “Thank God. You’re alive.”
I blinked. “Why… what happened?”
You just started laughing, laughing like crazy, hugging me tightly, and crushing me against you. “Doesn’t matter.”
~~~
The second time you kissed me, we were playing Spin the Bottle at the Auror Party.
“Oh, come on, Draco! Please?”
I rolled my eyes, shaking Pansy off. “Fine. Whatever.”
Spin. Granger and Blake.
Spin. Pansy and Draco.
Spin. Weasley and Lilith.
Spin. Draco and Granger.
Spin. Potter and Pansy.
Spin.
“Come on, Draco!”
“Wait, what?” I glanced up from my book, right up into a pair of glimmering emerald eyes.
Oh.
I pressed my lips against yours… they were soft, unexpectedly soft and it wasn’t really as bad as I thought it would be after all, you were my partner and your lips were so soft and warm…
You pulled away slowly and I looked around, quickly enough to see Granger putting her wand back into her pocket.
The third time you kissed me, we were on a (not) date.
“I told you already, Malfoy, it’s not a date!”
“Yes, because I'm just positive this is a not-movie on a not-date in the name of utterly platonic bonding," I replied, brow quirked skeptically.
You rolled your eyes. “Merlin's beard, why would I ever even want to date you?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” I smirked. “I’m gorgeous.”
You just rolled your eyes again. “In your dreams, Malfoy. You’re not gorgeous, you’re a git.”
I just stuck my tongue out. “So what are we watching, anyway?”
You held up a DVD. Donnie Darko.
“What’s that?”
“Best movie on the face of the Earth,” you stated matter-of-factly, as if everyone knew that.
“What’s it about?”
“Some crazy kid who sees rabbits that predict when the world will end and…”
I made a face. “Ugh. He’s a Muggle.”
You rolled your eyes. “Just watch.”
A few hours later…
I relaxed against you, my head on your chest, mumbling. “That was a good movie.”
“Oh? Is that all you have to say?”
“Yeah,” I muttered, my eyes fluttering closed.
A few minutes later, I felt the soft brush of lips against mine. “You are gorgeous… and a git.”
I smiled slowly, opening my eyes.
“Kissing on the not-date? Shame.”
“Shut up!”
I smirked. You really looked cute when you blushed.
The fourth time you kissed me, I told you I loved you.
I sat beside the hospital bed, holding your hand, watching you.
“What happened, Malfoy?”
“We… we got attacked. Last of the Death Eaters. Sectumsempra,” I mumbled.
Later…
“Lie to me. Tell me everything’s going to be alright. Tell me not to worry.
“I don’t want to worry today. I think I’ve worried enough, enough for a lifetime, I think. We all have, haven’t we? Worried too much for our age… I’m surprised I don’t have white hair, not like anyone could tell. And it’s kind of funny, if you think about it. I mean… I’m twenty-five and I feel like I’m a hundred and ten. I guess war does that to you, doesn’t it?”
“And this is when it really hits me, you know? I’m pretty good at ignoring what I don’t want to see, I guess we all are, guess we all had to be, to keep on going after that. Kind of hard to ignore what had happened, keep on going, keep on hating, keep on loving. I’m good at ignoring things, always have been… but you can’t. Not now. Not when you’re staring right in the face of the victims.” I whispered.
“What about when you’re looking in the faces of the survivors?” Harry asked, turning to face me.
“What?” I asked.
“What about the survivors? I lived through that. So did you. So did Ron. So did Hermione. And we’re all alright. Ginny’s married now, with twins, it’s Ron’s daughter’s first birthday, and, well… I’m alright. I’m an Auror, aren’t I, and hey, I might even get promoted this year. And you’re doing alright, too, from what I can tell. You’re my partner, right? Draco… everyone’s alright. No matter what happens after this, no matter who dies, no matter who gets married, no matter whose born, we’re all going to be alright. We got rid of all the bad stuff, now we just keep on going with life.”
“You’re such a bloody Gryffindor,” I grinned.
“Why, thank you.”
I turned and smiled. “It wasn’t a compliment.”
He shrugged. “A compliment is what you make it. For example, a loathsome, evil cockroach is a compliment to you.”
“Well, it’s better than ferret,” I shrugged.
You rolled your eyes. Yeah, there is that,” you mumbled, putting an arm around me.
I leaned back into your embrace. “Still.”
“Still. Everyone’s alright.”
“No, not everyone.”
“Yeah, we are. Draco… I’m alive. Remember that. I’m alive. And I love you.”
I grabbed you and pushed you down, kissing you fiercely.
And the best kiss…
“Breakfast, Harry?” I called. “Or will I just Apparate you to work in your pajamas?”
You stuck your tongue out. “Mean.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yes. I’m an evil, mean maniac that is hell-bent on ruining your life by forcing you to keep your job.”
“Hey, Draco…”
“Yeah?”
You bit your lip. “You promised me something once.”
“What was that?”
“You promised that…”
“That…?”
You bit your lip. “God, I can’t say it!” You grabbed my hand. “Dammit, Draco…” you shoved a ring onto my finger. “Do you wanna…?”
“Ever the romantic, aren’t you?” I rolled my eyes, leaning in to kiss you. “Of course I will.”
Part Two- The Wedding.
I grinned, straightening Harry’s bow tie. “Was this what you were expecting?”
He scowled. “There are so many people…”
I nodded sagely. “Yes, Harry, people come to weddings.”
He shot me a deadpan look. “Yes, but so many of them…”
I rolled my eyes, leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose. “That’s what you get for letting Pansy and Mother set up the guest list.”
“Never again,” he swore vehemently.
“Harry James Potter! Are you planning on getting married again?” I mock pouted.
“No, but…”
I just stood like that, hand on my hips, pouting, until he finally laughed and leaned in to kiss me.
I, Draco Malfoy…
Pansy’s slight smirk as I told her. “I told you so, didn’t I, Draco?”
“Told me what?” I growled.
“That you and Potter would make a perfect couple!”
I stared at her for an instant. “You set this up, didn’t you?”
She had the good manners to blush.
~~~~
“Malfoy, what are you doing…?”
“Call me Draco.”
“What?”
“You saved my life. Call me Draco…”
Do hereby take you, Scarhead…
“Scarhead.”
“Ferret.”
Hit. “Stop being idiots!” Pansy scowled.
I just rolled my eyes…
~~~~
“Morning, Scarhead,” I nodded, “What do you want for breakfast?”
“Omelets, I guess,” he shrugged, moving towards the shower, “Thanks, Draco. For making me breakfast and waking me up and stuff.”
“I always do, don’t I?” I smirked. “If I didn’t, who knows if you’d ever get to work?”
“Yeah, but you don’t have to,” he shifted uncomfortably.
“Believe me, I do,” I grinned wryly, sighing. How could anyone be so bloody daft?
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Scarhead.”
“Harry.”
“No. Scarhead. But you’re my Scarhead, so it’s all alright,” I smiled.
He just threw back his head and laughed.
As my husband and life-partner…
“Why do I have to work with Potter? Couldn’t you pair me up with someone who, you know, whose intestines I don’t want to rip out and use as a scarf?”
Pansy shook her head. “No. Granger and I think you two would be the best pair.”
“You both need your heads examined!”
“No crap, Malfoy…”
~~~~
I mean, what is wrong with him? I didn’t really think he was that thick…” I ranted.
Pansy glanced at me fondly. “Draco, what exactly happened?”
“How the hell can he think I’m uninterested? I don’t just randomly show up at the homes of people I'm not interested in every bloody morning to wake them up for work or cook breakfast for them-,”
“You can cook?” Pansy gasped.
“I learned,” I mumbled, “but that’s all beside the point. I mean, uninterested? UNINTERESTED? What the hell is he, dumb?”
“You keep on pacing like that and you’ll make a hole in the floor,” Pansy observed.
I scowled at her, and sat down. “Fine.”
“Look, if Potter’s so daft, why don’t you make the first move?”
“I HAVE been. Every. Single. Morning.”
“Make it more obvious, then. So that even he can’t think you’re ‘just friends.’”
“Pansy, I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Try.”
I sighed. “Okay, whatever.”
In health and sickness…
I sighed. “Potter, it’s just a cold.”
“Still can’t go to work. Can barely cast a spell,” he sniffled. “The worst thing I could do to the Death Eaters is sneeze at them.”
I snickered. “Okay, I’ll call in, tell them that we’re both staying home today.”
“Draco, you really don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I soothed him.
“But, come on, surely you’d much rather…”
“Work? Are you mad?” I teased, “rather than stay here and look at your gorgeous face?”
“I look like crap,” he muttered.
“No, you don’t,” I brushed my lips against your forehead. “You always look beautiful.”
He stared at me for a moment. Dammit, did I screw up… was I wrong about him being interested…?
Then he smiled. “I’d kiss you, but then you’d be sick, too.”
I laughed…
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NO! NO, why did they have to hurt Potter, NO! No one messed with his partner, no matter what…
“SECTUMSEMPRA!”
Potter crumpled to the ground.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!” I hollered, jets of green light coming out of my wand.
They said there were no survivors…
… I waited by the bedside, holding his hand, brushing his black locks out of his eyes. “Harry, are you alive? You have to be. You can’t die. You just can’t.”
His eyes flickered open. “You’re alive. Thank God you’re alive. Thank God.”
“Glad to see me?”
I smiled widely. “You have no idea.” I leaned in slowly, whispering. “I love you.”
His eyes shot open. “What brought that on?”
“Wouldn’t want you to die without knowing.”
In hope and despair… and kitchen disasters…
I fought not to snicker. “Potter, are you trying to… to cook?”
“Well, yes…”
“And was the kitchen sink part of this recipe?”
He was doused in flour… the whole kitchen was, for that matter, a thick puddle of sauce at my feet, vegetables scattered all over the place…
He blushed. “Shut up!” …
~~~~
…“Hey, uh, Draco…?”
“Yes?”
“Well, erm, we work together, right?”
“Yes.”
“And we spend a lot of time over at each other’s houses so wouldn’t it be cheaper and better and stuff if you just, you know, moved in with me?”
I didn’t answer.
“And, uh… well, you did say we were dating and maybe we could… I mean we are, but…”
“Yes, I’ll move in with you,” I smiled, tilting my head up to kiss him. “You git.”
In Donnie Darko…
He was fighting not to grin. I could see it. “Alright, Potter, what’s so bloody funny?” I scowled.
“Your hoodie,” he managed, laughter bubbling up.
I glanced down at my black, slightly over-sized hoodie, a picture of Frank and the words, “Why are you wearing that stupid man suit?” on it. “What?”
He just smiled. “Draco Malfoy, you are a fangirl.”
“NO I’M NOT!”
~~~~
I rested my head against his chest. “What does that mean, do you think?”
“What?” he asked.
“That everyone dies alone.”
“I guess that when you’re gone, it’s just you and what you’ve done. That’s what I’ve always thought.”
I chuckled. “You’re about the only bloody person on earth who could make that phrase into something almost positive.”
“Well, what do you think it means?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think everyone dies alone.”
“Why not?”
“’Cause if that was the case, than what would be the point of life?”
He smiled. “Living it.”
“Just being alive?”
“No. Really living life, with all the twists are turns. Not just being alive… being someone, even if it’s just a good friend or whatever.”
“And do you think you have been?”
He rolled his eyes. “What do you think?”
In Quidditch…
“It’s been too long since you’ve played.”
“Yet I can still beat you with one hand tied around my back.”
“Then let’s play.”
It was beautiful. All of it. Perfect. The night sky, his hair blending into it, the Snitch flitting gold against the black sky, tiny pinpricks of stars giving us light… and the edge. That was the one thing he had been missing from his life, I knew. That edge that came with competition, with spice, with danger. The reason I was even a bloody Auror, not like I actually cared about the Wizarding World…
I shot a smile at Potter and dived.
… A slight smirk. “Are you ready yet, Potter?” You were still blindfolded and scowling darkly.
He scowled. “Yes, I am, now can you tell me where the hell we are already?”
I grinned, removing the blindfold. “Welcome to the Quidditch World Cup, Potter.”
He leapt on me, kissing me.
In cats and owls…
“Why a cat?”
“Why not?” I asked.
He sighed. “Because cats are messy and stuff.”
I snorted. “And stuff… I love your arguments.”
“And it would scare Hedwig the second.”
“Oh, I don’t know, she seems pretty tough, she could probably take him,” I grinned, looking at the rows and rows of cats. “And anyway, we’re here now.”
I must’ve dragged him around for hours before we got the cat- a noble Russian blue.
~~~~
“Bloody hell, Potter!”
“What?”
“Your owl just clawed poor Salazar!”
“Who’s Salazar?”
“My cat, who do you think?” I kneeled down, smoothing down Salazar’s dark fur.
“You named your cat Salazar?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?”
He just smiled, shaking his head.
In snakes…
“Oh God,” you whispered. “What is this, Slytherin’s new common room?”
I scowled. “No, it’s my house, and…”
“Ah. It’s green. And serpenty.”
“Serpenty? Who the hell says serpenty?”
“I do. And it is.”
“Well, it’s mine, so you have to deal with it.”
You shrugged. “Well, I was almost in Slytherin, so…”
I leapt.
~~~~
“Potter. Why is there an asp around my ankle?”
“It just wants to play with you.”
“With me, or with my dead body?” My voice was squeaking, I knew, but I didn’t like snakes…
Potter rolled his eyes, harsh syllables of parseltongue falling through his lips. “Wimp.”
In lions…
“No. I am not going to Ginny’s wedding.”
“Please, Draco?”
“No.”
“Come on, I’m sure it will be fine.”
“I’ll be in the middle of a lion pit.”
“If you do, I’ll…”
I said yes.
~~~~
“So. How do you want to go about this?” Harry asked.
“What?”
“Uhm… telling Ron and Hermione?”
“Show up and say, ‘Hi! I’m dating Draco Malfoy! And prance off.’”
“Without giving Ron a heart attack?”
“Talk to Granger.”
… “Hey, Hermione, uhm… meet Draco Malfoy, my, uh…”
I rolled my eyes. “Hi, Granger. You know me. I’m dating your best friend. This is where you give the generic 'I will kill you if you hurt him' Gryffindor speech.”
She just smiled and threw her arms around my neck. “Pansy said you’d catch on eventually!”
I sighed.
And swear to love him… Always and Forever.
He just stared at me, this daft smile on his face, grinning widely.
“Same here?” he offered weakly.
I threw my head back and laughed, leaning in to kiss him.
“Git,” I muttered, when we separated.
“Yes, but I’m your git.”
I just smiled.