Passing Strange
That was a most excellent birthday weekend. I got merrily smashed on Saturday on other people's money (my friends brought me a drink each, and a lot of friends came out with me) and hung out with wonderful people and danced inappropriately with Violet. And today I had an Indian with Miss Godfrey and Violet while we watched The Emperor's New Groove and The Little Mermaid. There was lots of nostaliga and reminiscing - The Lion King was the first film I had on video, and the first film I cried at. While we were talking about it I actually welled up at the thought of Simba's voice cracking when he yells for help in the valley.
But here is a purple-prose-tastic Draco-moons-happily-over-Harry drabble! All is well with the world. :)
Title: Passing Strange
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for hd100’s current challenge, wonder.
Wonder and fear looked the same on Draco, he knew. There was a picture of him the morning before his trial, and another that had been taken moments after his mother was acquitted. Both looked the same: pale skin, parted lips, eyes wide and fixed on something in the distance.
Harry was different; his look of wonder spread slowly over his face like the sunrise. His eyes narrowed a little, the colour seeming to intensify. His full lips went tight with thought. His head cocked, the pale skin of his neck exposed and luscious.
Draco had learnt that look well.
But here is a purple-prose-tastic Draco-moons-happily-over-Harry drabble! All is well with the world. :)
Title: Passing Strange
Word count: 100
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for hd100’s current challenge, wonder.
Wonder and fear looked the same on Draco, he knew. There was a picture of him the morning before his trial, and another that had been taken moments after his mother was acquitted. Both looked the same: pale skin, parted lips, eyes wide and fixed on something in the distance.
Harry was different; his look of wonder spread slowly over his face like the sunrise. His eyes narrowed a little, the colour seeming to intensify. His full lips went tight with thought. His head cocked, the pale skin of his neck exposed and luscious.
Draco had learnt that look well.