For hapendfro, smile for me, please?
Title: Days By Your Side - Say It
Author: Lire lire_casander
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Please point out any mistake you find, I'm open to all kind of suggestions.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: I wanted to hear you say my name
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own in any shape or form these characters, JK does. Only playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Warning(s): Fluff with the little flangsty beginning.
Word Count: 928
Author's Notes: Written for hapendfro just because. I hope this brings a smile on your face.
Author's Note 2: This also fits prompt Soft at hpfanfic10x10.
These are snippets of Harry and Draco's lives from the moment they both survive the final battle, and they will not follow any chronological order. Other stories in this universe can be found here.
Draco was staring into the fire, hands around a mug of chocolate that was chilling despite the warmth of the flames. Snowflakes were slowly falling outside, announcing the cold weather. He shivered despite the heat emanating from the fireplace - he felt lonely in that dark night.
He refused to look around and see the state of the house he was currently residing in, for he knew it was an absolute mess. He hadn't tidied up in about a month; he just hadn't found the strength to stand up and start cleaning the mess his life had become since he had last seen the sun coming in the house through the big windows, dirty after thirty days of slovenliness.
Another shiver ran down his spine, making him summon a warm, soft blanket that smelled just like him. That last day at Hogwarts, he had sneaked into Gryffindor Tower, where no password was needed in the aftermath of the last battle, and he had taken that one blanket laying on his bed - he had figured that the Saviour had slept wrapped in it the night before, only a few hours after Voldemort's defeat.
He never got caught, and he guessed no one had noticed his thin frame coming out of the tower clutching his prize. Then, after the hearing at the Ministry of Magic, he hadn't gone back to the Manor, but he had fled the country towards Australia in an unhinged race to forget.
No one had run after him.
The knock on the door startled him - he wasn't expecting anyone, and he certainly had given that address to no one but the Ministry. Grumbling, he stood up and went to open. His jaw fell open when he saw those impossibly green eyes staring into his, just like he had dreamt for the last month. "Hello," said the raven-haired boy, leaning in the wooden doorway.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" he said in a low voice, suddenly aware that he was still holding the stolen blanket, hanging to it like he would do to a lifeline. "No one knows where..."
"I have my ways to get around information, Draco." The name danced in Harry Potter's voice, softly, sweetly, reverently. "I just had to find you."
"Why?" he managed to ask without showing his nervous state.
"First of all, to retrieve my blanket. The Fat Lady saw you getting out of the tower with it. But, aren't you going to let me in? It's freezing out here."
Draco stepped aside silently, motioning for Harry to enter the flat. Once inside, Draco offered the blanket to Harry, still silent, averting his eyes so the brunet couldn't see the look in them. "The blanket is not the only reason why I travelled half the world, Draco. I wanted to see you, to see how you are doing."
Draco looked up at Harry - he hadn't realized until then how much taller the Boy-Who-Lived was - with astonishment. "You saved me twice," he said when he finally found the voice he had deemed lost. "You don't have to come here to check on me."
"I knew you wouldn't understand," sighed Harry. "I knew you'd think I was here because of some stupid hero complex everyone thinks I have."
"Then, why are you here, if not to save yet another soul, Potter?"
"I'm here 'cause I wanted to hear you say my name." The confession, plain and simple as it was, lit something inside of Draco, warm, comfortable, a feeling he could get used to. "Say it, please."
"Why?"
"Just... say it, and I'll turn around and leave you alone if that's what you really want me to do." The plea in Harry's jade eyes seemed real, and suddenly Draco didn't know what he wanted anymore.
"As you wish... Harry."
The look in Harry's eyes changed, becoming wilder, more heated, and Draco found himself drowning in the beauty of those irises just a fraction of second before Harry leant in and captured Draco's lips with his own in a swift movement that however didn't lack softness. The touch of lips on lips, of Harry's fingers tangled in his blond hair, was all too much for him who had wanted that kiss for too long - he couldn't even remember a time when he hadn't wanted it. Draco relished in the kiss, in the feeling of sharing such an intimate moment. When they parted for air, Draco realized he was holding onto Harry in the same way he had held onto the blanket. Ashamed, he tried to let go, only to be pulled into the embrace of strong arms. "Don't leave me ever again, Draco. As cheesy and weird as it sounds, I can't live without you. Please, don't ever let go off me."
Draco blinked at that statement. It was a declaration of sorts, coming from the only person in the world he had ever wanted. There were lots of questions dancing around his mind - why was Harry there, how had he found him, what did he really feel, where did they go from there - but somewhere inside he knew those questions were of little importance.
The only thing that mattered was that the cold inside of him had left for good.
Draco smiled slowly, tentatively, before speaking in a low voice. "I think I need saving, Harry."
"I can help you, then."
They embraced once again, as if trying to mend into each other, carefully wrapped around the other, lips and tongues and hands dancing a private dance no one else was allowed to witness.
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Author: Lire lire_casander
Beta: Unbeta'ed. Please point out any mistake you find, I'm open to all kind of suggestions.
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: I wanted to hear you say my name
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own in any shape or form these characters, JK does. Only playing with them for my own amusement and yours.
Warning(s): Fluff with the little flangsty beginning.
Word Count: 928
Author's Notes: Written for hapendfro just because. I hope this brings a smile on your face.
Author's Note 2: This also fits prompt Soft at hpfanfic10x10.
These are snippets of Harry and Draco's lives from the moment they both survive the final battle, and they will not follow any chronological order. Other stories in this universe can be found here.
Draco was staring into the fire, hands around a mug of chocolate that was chilling despite the warmth of the flames. Snowflakes were slowly falling outside, announcing the cold weather. He shivered despite the heat emanating from the fireplace - he felt lonely in that dark night.
He refused to look around and see the state of the house he was currently residing in, for he knew it was an absolute mess. He hadn't tidied up in about a month; he just hadn't found the strength to stand up and start cleaning the mess his life had become since he had last seen the sun coming in the house through the big windows, dirty after thirty days of slovenliness.
Another shiver ran down his spine, making him summon a warm, soft blanket that smelled just like him. That last day at Hogwarts, he had sneaked into Gryffindor Tower, where no password was needed in the aftermath of the last battle, and he had taken that one blanket laying on his bed - he had figured that the Saviour had slept wrapped in it the night before, only a few hours after Voldemort's defeat.
He never got caught, and he guessed no one had noticed his thin frame coming out of the tower clutching his prize. Then, after the hearing at the Ministry of Magic, he hadn't gone back to the Manor, but he had fled the country towards Australia in an unhinged race to forget.
No one had run after him.
The knock on the door startled him - he wasn't expecting anyone, and he certainly had given that address to no one but the Ministry. Grumbling, he stood up and went to open. His jaw fell open when he saw those impossibly green eyes staring into his, just like he had dreamt for the last month. "Hello," said the raven-haired boy, leaning in the wooden doorway.
"What are you doing here, Potter?" he said in a low voice, suddenly aware that he was still holding the stolen blanket, hanging to it like he would do to a lifeline. "No one knows where..."
"I have my ways to get around information, Draco." The name danced in Harry Potter's voice, softly, sweetly, reverently. "I just had to find you."
"Why?" he managed to ask without showing his nervous state.
"First of all, to retrieve my blanket. The Fat Lady saw you getting out of the tower with it. But, aren't you going to let me in? It's freezing out here."
Draco stepped aside silently, motioning for Harry to enter the flat. Once inside, Draco offered the blanket to Harry, still silent, averting his eyes so the brunet couldn't see the look in them. "The blanket is not the only reason why I travelled half the world, Draco. I wanted to see you, to see how you are doing."
Draco looked up at Harry - he hadn't realized until then how much taller the Boy-Who-Lived was - with astonishment. "You saved me twice," he said when he finally found the voice he had deemed lost. "You don't have to come here to check on me."
"I knew you wouldn't understand," sighed Harry. "I knew you'd think I was here because of some stupid hero complex everyone thinks I have."
"Then, why are you here, if not to save yet another soul, Potter?"
"I'm here 'cause I wanted to hear you say my name." The confession, plain and simple as it was, lit something inside of Draco, warm, comfortable, a feeling he could get used to. "Say it, please."
"Why?"
"Just... say it, and I'll turn around and leave you alone if that's what you really want me to do." The plea in Harry's jade eyes seemed real, and suddenly Draco didn't know what he wanted anymore.
"As you wish... Harry."
The look in Harry's eyes changed, becoming wilder, more heated, and Draco found himself drowning in the beauty of those irises just a fraction of second before Harry leant in and captured Draco's lips with his own in a swift movement that however didn't lack softness. The touch of lips on lips, of Harry's fingers tangled in his blond hair, was all too much for him who had wanted that kiss for too long - he couldn't even remember a time when he hadn't wanted it. Draco relished in the kiss, in the feeling of sharing such an intimate moment. When they parted for air, Draco realized he was holding onto Harry in the same way he had held onto the blanket. Ashamed, he tried to let go, only to be pulled into the embrace of strong arms. "Don't leave me ever again, Draco. As cheesy and weird as it sounds, I can't live without you. Please, don't ever let go off me."
Draco blinked at that statement. It was a declaration of sorts, coming from the only person in the world he had ever wanted. There were lots of questions dancing around his mind - why was Harry there, how had he found him, what did he really feel, where did they go from there - but somewhere inside he knew those questions were of little importance.
The only thing that mattered was that the cold inside of him had left for good.
Draco smiled slowly, tentatively, before speaking in a low voice. "I think I need saving, Harry."
"I can help you, then."
They embraced once again, as if trying to mend into each other, carefully wrapped around the other, lips and tongues and hands dancing a private dance no one else was allowed to witness.
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