confiteor_3: prompt 7
Author: confiteor_3
Title: Black and White and Grey
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 7: ‘Grey’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Not everything is black and white.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash
Length: 367
Harry's hair stuck out on the white pillow while Draco's blended into it. They were so different, from their hair colour, to their personalities. From their fingernails (Harry's bitten, and Draco's shaped and smooth) to their friends. There was no way they could go on. Not like that. Not when they were so different.
"Not everything is black and white," Draco said when Harry voiced his confusions. "There is a shade in between. There is grey."
Harry wasn't sure what Draco meant but he broke it off. Because really, they were too different. When Harry whispered 'I love you,' Draco would whisper back, 'That's nice.' Their friends didn't approve. Harry tried to be nice to Draco's while Draco didn't give a rat's arse about his. Draco would think things through before doing something, driving Harry crazy because he rushed into things. He couldn't just sit on the sidelines and wait.
But he understood what Draco meant once separated from him. Apart they were black and white but together they made grey. Without Draco, he had no one to balance his traits out. He had no one to argue with, hate, or love. He felt lost and strange.
That was what lead him to Draco's doorstep two weeks after they'd broken up. He followed the house-elf through many rooms until it pointed to one and left. Harry pushed the door open, not sure what to expect. Draco was sitting in front of a piano, his fingers jumping elegantly across the keys.
"Grey," Harry said. Draco's fingers stilled and he turned around, surprise depicted clearly on his features. "You said that there is a shade of grey. I want to be grey again. Black is so boring."
A slow smiled climbed over Draco’s face. "Good, because white is too pure a colour for me. Grey is nicer."
Harry chuckled. "I love you," he whispered, moving forward. Draco met him halfway.
"I wasn't waiting for you, you know. And," he paused and let Harry take his hand, "I guess I love you too. I love us and our greyness." Harry smiled and kissed him. It was true. There was a shade of grey and it was the most beautiful.
Title: Black and White and Grey
Rating: PG
Prompt: Number 7: ‘Grey’
Date: 07/15/06
Summary: Not everything is black and white.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Warning: Slash
Length: 367
Harry's hair stuck out on the white pillow while Draco's blended into it. They were so different, from their hair colour, to their personalities. From their fingernails (Harry's bitten, and Draco's shaped and smooth) to their friends. There was no way they could go on. Not like that. Not when they were so different.
"Not everything is black and white," Draco said when Harry voiced his confusions. "There is a shade in between. There is grey."
Harry wasn't sure what Draco meant but he broke it off. Because really, they were too different. When Harry whispered 'I love you,' Draco would whisper back, 'That's nice.' Their friends didn't approve. Harry tried to be nice to Draco's while Draco didn't give a rat's arse about his. Draco would think things through before doing something, driving Harry crazy because he rushed into things. He couldn't just sit on the sidelines and wait.
But he understood what Draco meant once separated from him. Apart they were black and white but together they made grey. Without Draco, he had no one to balance his traits out. He had no one to argue with, hate, or love. He felt lost and strange.
That was what lead him to Draco's doorstep two weeks after they'd broken up. He followed the house-elf through many rooms until it pointed to one and left. Harry pushed the door open, not sure what to expect. Draco was sitting in front of a piano, his fingers jumping elegantly across the keys.
"Grey," Harry said. Draco's fingers stilled and he turned around, surprise depicted clearly on his features. "You said that there is a shade of grey. I want to be grey again. Black is so boring."
A slow smiled climbed over Draco’s face. "Good, because white is too pure a colour for me. Grey is nicer."
Harry chuckled. "I love you," he whispered, moving forward. Draco met him halfway.
"I wasn't waiting for you, you know. And," he paused and let Harry take his hand, "I guess I love you too. I love us and our greyness." Harry smiled and kissed him. It was true. There was a shade of grey and it was the most beautiful.