Ficlet: H/D, until it disappears and then its gone
Title: until it disappears and then its gone
Author: original_lie
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: His mind whirled as he desperately tried to understand what Harry was saying to him and why his chest was aching painfully.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, no profit is being made, no copyright violation intended. Based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
Warning: (minor)angst.
Length: 450+/-
A/N: written for hump_day101's Angst prompt "the replacement". This is definitely going to have a sequel, and that's one of the first times I can say that before posting.
Yanking his arm out of Harry’s fierce grip Draco stared at Harry. His mind whirled as he desperately tried to understand what Harry was saying to him and why his chest was aching painfully.
“Are you saying-“ Draco paused, his skin between his eyes wrinkling as he fought back the emotion that clouded his voice. His chest did that thing where it tightened and knocked the breath from him for just a moment and it hurt, oh gods, it hurt. “Are you saying that I’m just the replacement? Someone to pass the time with until someone better comes along or you decide you’re too good for someone like me?”
Harry’s mouth falls open like a perfect ‘o’ and Draco lowers his eyes to stare at Harry’s arm that is currently lying like a limp piece of overcooked spaghetti against his side. Draco can hear his own blood rushing past his ears and the silence has been going on too long for him to continue standing there like the ridiculous fool that he is.
Say something, Harry. Please, please, say something. Say anything. Draco is begging with his mind and his body as he continues to stand there, head bowed and completely defeated. Please, just say it’s not true. Say that you love me.
Draco knows better than to wish foolishly. Everyone said months ago that this was always going to end badly. It was like everyone got the owl ahead of time and he had turned into a lovesick Hufflepuff instead of the cool, calm, collected Slytherin he's supposed to be. He should have listened... should have left before Harry had the chance to hand him back his heart on a silver platter.
Harry’s hand moves just a fraction in Draco’s periphery, the tiny action making him flinch and step back. We’ve fought before! Draco glances up and he knows his eyes are large and brimming with tears, he knows his face is paler than it usually is. We’ve fucking fought before! Oh, gods be good, this can't be happening.
Draco had spent months indentured to Voldemort but he’d never felt anything akin to the fear that shuddered through his body at the thought of just being rebound; of Harry not loving him, needing him, wanting him the same way that Draco needs Harry, wants Harry... loves Harry. A shuddering breath rattles through Draco’s body and he turned faster than he intended to, overbalancing and tipping to one side while his feet slid ever so slightly on the shiny tiles. He could feel the sob that was climbing from deep down near his stomach. Draco could also feel Harry moving closer, twisting around Draco spared Harry a tear-filled, devastated glance before Apparating away.
Author: original_lie
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: His mind whirled as he desperately tried to understand what Harry was saying to him and why his chest was aching painfully.
Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue, no profit is being made, no copyright violation intended. Based on characters created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc.
Warning: (minor)angst.
Length: 450+/-
A/N: written for hump_day101's Angst prompt "the replacement". This is definitely going to have a sequel, and that's one of the first times I can say that before posting.
Yanking his arm out of Harry’s fierce grip Draco stared at Harry. His mind whirled as he desperately tried to understand what Harry was saying to him and why his chest was aching painfully.
“Are you saying-“ Draco paused, his skin between his eyes wrinkling as he fought back the emotion that clouded his voice. His chest did that thing where it tightened and knocked the breath from him for just a moment and it hurt, oh gods, it hurt. “Are you saying that I’m just the replacement? Someone to pass the time with until someone better comes along or you decide you’re too good for someone like me?”
Harry’s mouth falls open like a perfect ‘o’ and Draco lowers his eyes to stare at Harry’s arm that is currently lying like a limp piece of overcooked spaghetti against his side. Draco can hear his own blood rushing past his ears and the silence has been going on too long for him to continue standing there like the ridiculous fool that he is.
Say something, Harry. Please, please, say something. Say anything. Draco is begging with his mind and his body as he continues to stand there, head bowed and completely defeated. Please, just say it’s not true. Say that you love me.
Draco knows better than to wish foolishly. Everyone said months ago that this was always going to end badly. It was like everyone got the owl ahead of time and he had turned into a lovesick Hufflepuff instead of the cool, calm, collected Slytherin he's supposed to be. He should have listened... should have left before Harry had the chance to hand him back his heart on a silver platter.
Harry’s hand moves just a fraction in Draco’s periphery, the tiny action making him flinch and step back. We’ve fought before! Draco glances up and he knows his eyes are large and brimming with tears, he knows his face is paler than it usually is. We’ve fucking fought before! Oh, gods be good, this can't be happening.
Draco had spent months indentured to Voldemort but he’d never felt anything akin to the fear that shuddered through his body at the thought of just being rebound; of Harry not loving him, needing him, wanting him the same way that Draco needs Harry, wants Harry... loves Harry. A shuddering breath rattles through Draco’s body and he turned faster than he intended to, overbalancing and tipping to one side while his feet slid ever so slightly on the shiny tiles. He could feel the sob that was climbing from deep down near his stomach. Draco could also feel Harry moving closer, twisting around Draco spared Harry a tear-filled, devastated glance before Apparating away.