hold on to me
man, i'm so tired and i have no idea why. i feel like i've run a marathon or something. the only thing i've done today is walked. walked and walked and walked and by the time i got back home i could hardly breathe (yet i still insisted on smoking at the same time so it's my own fault really.) speaking of which, i think i might just stop smoking cigarettes. i already use tobacco in joints and to smoke cigarettes as singles too is just making my lungs fuck up. i'm not exactly dying and my voice is fine but i can just feel it sometimes. it's not going to be hard i only smoke like two or three a day. sometimes not even that, so it won't be a big thing i'll be missing. just an old-ish habit.
i want to move back to london. i'm sick of it here. everything is slow and crap. birthday fic under the cut...
Title: Hold on to me
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: - Oblivious!Draco, Somewhat-aggressive!Harry, and...their first time/kiss/sex/whatever. However far it goes is up to you. Either post-HBP Hogwarts or post-HBP post-Hogwarts (either way, HBP did happen, whether it's relevant to the plot is up to you). Hrm....It's winter. Lots of snow. ^^ And...I think that's it. I'm leaving it pretty open for you. I could say something like "in a corridor" or whatever, but *shrug* then that would be too restricting to me. Oh! And they have to be...not necessarily friends, but they probably aren't really at each other's throats all the time. If post-Hogwarts, they have to have been in contact with each other on a almost daily basis. You know, like acquaintances that have no other route than to tolerate each other. Or two Aurors or something. Yeah.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A lost wand leads to a stressing day
Warnings: None
Notes: Happy Birthday Rae-Rae! I don’t think this is what you’ll have in mind but I fit in all the prompts so I hope you enjoy anyway XD
Draco awoke one morning to find his wand was not in its usual spot on his bedside cabinet. He hadn’t panicked and had even had breakfast, showered, brushed his teeth and got dressed before he began to look properly. It wasn’t until he’d checked it hadn’t been knocked to the floor in the night and he couldn’t see it anywhere on his bedroom floor that his heart started to beat a little faster. And when he still couldn’t find it after an hour he was positively panicking.
He’d searched the whole house from top to bottom to no avail and just as he managed to stop himself from breaking into frustrated tears he caught sight of the time. He had to leave for work. He let out a roar of anger and wiped the tears away.
Draco walked through the living room and stopped in the corridor, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase to put on and lace up his shoes. He quickly scanned his surroundings for one final time but it was no use. Taking a deep breath that he exhaled through his nostrils, making them flare angrily, he flung open the door. This was going to be one of those days.
And then, he gasped.
Everything was covered with a thick blanket of snow, recoloured a pristine white and for a few moments Draco forgot about his lost wand because it all looked so beautiful. He shut the front door behind him and walked down the steps. The air wasn’t that cold considering the weather - if anything, Draco felt rather warm inside though that could have been because the sight of snow had warmed his heart. He loved snow and always had and although a missing wand wasn’t exactly the ideal set up for a great day, he welcomed a walk to work in this romantic scene.
He’d barely made it onto the next street before an uneasy feeling fell over him. He was without a wand and he felt like someone was following him. He spun around wildly. He was expecting to find someone there. He wouldn’t have been that surprised to find nobody there. He was surprised, however, to see Harry Potter stop dead in his tracks as he stared him down.
The years hadn’t been kind to Harry. Or rather, Harry hadn’t been kind to himself. He was still handsome, Draco gave him that, but he’d certainly lost that spark he’d had throughout school that even Draco could see through all of his sneers and putdowns. That was to blame on choices made. After Harry lost most of the Weasley family and most of his friends in the war he spiralled recklessly out of control. It was no secret that he was a slut, sleeping with men, women, both at the same time and - if the barmaid at The Abracada Bar was to be believed - animals were not off limits either.
He’d tried to scrape his life back together, all credit due, but the drink and the drugs had already claimed most of that. He said he’d given up and Draco believed him. He saw him everyday at work and he always seemed alert enough to do the job, though privately Draco was a little resentful Harry had seemingly been put in that position just because of his name. Yet he had had to work his arse off and bend over backwards to work up to the position he was in just because of his name.
“What are you doing?” Draco demanded.
Harry shrugged. “I figured I should try and find you.”
“Why?”
“Because you haven’t got this.” Harry produced a wand from his pocket. “This was on your desk when you rushed out last night. I presumed it was yours.”
Draco nodded slowly and approached him. “…Yes, it is. Thanks.”
He reached out to take the wand but Harry held it back.
“Come on a date with me, Draco.”
“Harry -”
“Nothing has to happen. Just a date.”
“Harry, I -”
“Please Draco, I really like you!” he cried. He was getting worked up and Draco soon found out why when Harry hooked his arm around his waist and in one swift movement and pulled him into a kiss. It was urgent but not too possessive, rough but so much it hurt and as Harry’s tongue ran over his he responded, exploring Harry’s mouth with his own. He enjoyed the electric they shared as he kissed him deeply, enjoyed Harry’s hand on the back of his head pulling him deeper and enjoyed the warmth he felt. But he was dejected with what he found and pulled away.
“I’d do anything for you,” Harry whispered.
Draco looked deep into his eyes. “You’ve been drinking.”
“I had one.”
“I’m not judging.”
Draco didn’t take his eyes off Harry, watching him look to the ground, scuffing the toe of his trainer against the floor. In some ways, still very much the awkward teenager he once was.
“Please?” He looked up at Draco who shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” And he meant it.
Harry half-shrugged in reply as if he knew that were the answer anyway.
“You going to work?” Draco mumbled.
“I just… I’ll be in late.”
Draco nodded and gave him a small smile. “See you in a bit.”
“Yeah.”
***
Harry watched him walk away until he was just a tiny figure lost in the rest of the world before fixating his gaze to the spot Draco had been standing and staring at it for a while. He dug into the left pocket of his jeans and brought out his wand. He muttered a quick incantation and at once the falling snow stopped and the white clouds parted to let the dark clouds shine back through. He sighed sadly and began walking down the street, the heavy rain that was starting to fall washing away the snow. He’d do anything for Draco.
i want to move back to london. i'm sick of it here. everything is slow and crap. birthday fic under the cut...
Title: Hold on to me
Author: idontgiveafaux
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: - Oblivious!Draco, Somewhat-aggressive!Harry, and...their first time/kiss/sex/whatever. However far it goes is up to you. Either post-HBP Hogwarts or post-HBP post-Hogwarts (either way, HBP did happen, whether it's relevant to the plot is up to you). Hrm....It's winter. Lots of snow. ^^ And...I think that's it. I'm leaving it pretty open for you. I could say something like "in a corridor" or whatever, but *shrug* then that would be too restricting to me. Oh! And they have to be...not necessarily friends, but they probably aren't really at each other's throats all the time. If post-Hogwarts, they have to have been in contact with each other on a almost daily basis. You know, like acquaintances that have no other route than to tolerate each other. Or two Aurors or something. Yeah.
Word Count: 1000
Summary: A lost wand leads to a stressing day
Warnings: None
Notes: Happy Birthday Rae-Rae! I don’t think this is what you’ll have in mind but I fit in all the prompts so I hope you enjoy anyway XD
Draco awoke one morning to find his wand was not in its usual spot on his bedside cabinet. He hadn’t panicked and had even had breakfast, showered, brushed his teeth and got dressed before he began to look properly. It wasn’t until he’d checked it hadn’t been knocked to the floor in the night and he couldn’t see it anywhere on his bedroom floor that his heart started to beat a little faster. And when he still couldn’t find it after an hour he was positively panicking.
He’d searched the whole house from top to bottom to no avail and just as he managed to stop himself from breaking into frustrated tears he caught sight of the time. He had to leave for work. He let out a roar of anger and wiped the tears away.
Draco walked through the living room and stopped in the corridor, sitting on the bottom step of the staircase to put on and lace up his shoes. He quickly scanned his surroundings for one final time but it was no use. Taking a deep breath that he exhaled through his nostrils, making them flare angrily, he flung open the door. This was going to be one of those days.
And then, he gasped.
Everything was covered with a thick blanket of snow, recoloured a pristine white and for a few moments Draco forgot about his lost wand because it all looked so beautiful. He shut the front door behind him and walked down the steps. The air wasn’t that cold considering the weather - if anything, Draco felt rather warm inside though that could have been because the sight of snow had warmed his heart. He loved snow and always had and although a missing wand wasn’t exactly the ideal set up for a great day, he welcomed a walk to work in this romantic scene.
He’d barely made it onto the next street before an uneasy feeling fell over him. He was without a wand and he felt like someone was following him. He spun around wildly. He was expecting to find someone there. He wouldn’t have been that surprised to find nobody there. He was surprised, however, to see Harry Potter stop dead in his tracks as he stared him down.
The years hadn’t been kind to Harry. Or rather, Harry hadn’t been kind to himself. He was still handsome, Draco gave him that, but he’d certainly lost that spark he’d had throughout school that even Draco could see through all of his sneers and putdowns. That was to blame on choices made. After Harry lost most of the Weasley family and most of his friends in the war he spiralled recklessly out of control. It was no secret that he was a slut, sleeping with men, women, both at the same time and - if the barmaid at The Abracada Bar was to be believed - animals were not off limits either.
He’d tried to scrape his life back together, all credit due, but the drink and the drugs had already claimed most of that. He said he’d given up and Draco believed him. He saw him everyday at work and he always seemed alert enough to do the job, though privately Draco was a little resentful Harry had seemingly been put in that position just because of his name. Yet he had had to work his arse off and bend over backwards to work up to the position he was in just because of his name.
“What are you doing?” Draco demanded.
Harry shrugged. “I figured I should try and find you.”
“Why?”
“Because you haven’t got this.” Harry produced a wand from his pocket. “This was on your desk when you rushed out last night. I presumed it was yours.”
Draco nodded slowly and approached him. “…Yes, it is. Thanks.”
He reached out to take the wand but Harry held it back.
“Come on a date with me, Draco.”
“Harry -”
“Nothing has to happen. Just a date.”
“Harry, I -”
“Please Draco, I really like you!” he cried. He was getting worked up and Draco soon found out why when Harry hooked his arm around his waist and in one swift movement and pulled him into a kiss. It was urgent but not too possessive, rough but so much it hurt and as Harry’s tongue ran over his he responded, exploring Harry’s mouth with his own. He enjoyed the electric they shared as he kissed him deeply, enjoyed Harry’s hand on the back of his head pulling him deeper and enjoyed the warmth he felt. But he was dejected with what he found and pulled away.
“I’d do anything for you,” Harry whispered.
Draco looked deep into his eyes. “You’ve been drinking.”
“I had one.”
“I’m not judging.”
Draco didn’t take his eyes off Harry, watching him look to the ground, scuffing the toe of his trainer against the floor. In some ways, still very much the awkward teenager he once was.
“Please?” He looked up at Draco who shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” And he meant it.
Harry half-shrugged in reply as if he knew that were the answer anyway.
“You going to work?” Draco mumbled.
“I just… I’ll be in late.”
Draco nodded and gave him a small smile. “See you in a bit.”
“Yeah.”
***
Harry watched him walk away until he was just a tiny figure lost in the rest of the world before fixating his gaze to the spot Draco had been standing and staring at it for a while. He dug into the left pocket of his jeans and brought out his wand. He muttered a quick incantation and at once the falling snow stopped and the white clouds parted to let the dark clouds shine back through. He sighed sadly and began walking down the street, the heavy rain that was starting to fall washing away the snow. He’d do anything for Draco.