Forbidden
Title: Forbidden
Word count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: A meeting in the forest, as seen by the boys and the Forest itself.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for hd100's challenge the great outdoors.
A dark-haired boy was in the Forest. Creatures, not all of them harmless, raised their heads and sniffed the air. He was human; but he was powerful.
Soon, another boy arrived. This one was afraid of the Forest, and hadn’t been here since he’d run out screaming... the Forest did not forget. But the blond boy smelled of the dark-haired one, and the less friendly animals let him be.
They met, and made some of those noises humans needed, lacking tails to lash, or ears to twitch in displeasure. Then they joined and made different noises.
The boys left separately.
~*~
Draco found him in the clearing. “Harry.”
He turned. “Draco.”
They spoke a little, meaningless words to make what they had seem less meaningless: to prove to themselves that this was more than impersonal fucking. At first Draco was wary, and Harry fidgeted too. By the end, they were breathing into each other’s faces.
They undressed each other, fingers pressing and caressing and bruising. They moved together, eyes on each other’s pained faces, and came almost together.
Then they left, knowing that in this post-war world some things remained unchanged; this thing between them was still as it was.
Forbidden.
Word count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: A meeting in the forest, as seen by the boys and the Forest itself.
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for hd100's challenge the great outdoors.
A dark-haired boy was in the Forest. Creatures, not all of them harmless, raised their heads and sniffed the air. He was human; but he was powerful.
Soon, another boy arrived. This one was afraid of the Forest, and hadn’t been here since he’d run out screaming... the Forest did not forget. But the blond boy smelled of the dark-haired one, and the less friendly animals let him be.
They met, and made some of those noises humans needed, lacking tails to lash, or ears to twitch in displeasure. Then they joined and made different noises.
The boys left separately.
~*~
Draco found him in the clearing. “Harry.”
He turned. “Draco.”
They spoke a little, meaningless words to make what they had seem less meaningless: to prove to themselves that this was more than impersonal fucking. At first Draco was wary, and Harry fidgeted too. By the end, they were breathing into each other’s faces.
They undressed each other, fingers pressing and caressing and bruising. They moved together, eyes on each other’s pained faces, and came almost together.
Then they left, knowing that in this post-war world some things remained unchanged; this thing between them was still as it was.
Forbidden.