Fic: Blinding Love (Harry/Draco, pg)
Title: Blinding Love
Author: bleedforyou1
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Beta: vanessawolfie
Summary: “It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.”-- Rupert Everett
Word count: 640
Warnings: none
Note: Written for citrus_lime's belated birthday :) She asked for "jealousy" and this is what I came up with. Hope you like, darling! love you!
“It's amazing the clarity that comes with psychotic jealousy.”-- Rupert Everett
It had been awhile since Harry had been this angry. His insides twisted into something painful and he felt a hot flash of anger surge through his spine, causing his hand to tighten, white-knuckled on the edge of his glass of whiskey.
“Harry, wanna ‘nother?” Tom, the bartender asked, staring at him. Harry shook his head and shot back the rest of his glass as he glared across the room.
His fellow curse-breaker, Draco Malfoy, was sitting at a table, laughing and flirting with some random bloke and completely ignoring Harry. He thought they were friends now-- thought they could even eventually be more than friends if Harry gave it a bit more time. But this other man was nothing like Harry-- he was willowy and had hot pink streaks in his brown hair, a lip piercing and was touching Draco’s arm as if they had known each other for years. As if they were lovers.
Harry clenched his fingers around the empty glass again as Draco threw his head back, laughing his beautiful laugh as the man whispered something in his ear and then, Harry’s heart stopped as Draco threw him a glance, his normally grey eyes dark with lust for this... this stranger.
Flinching, Harry stood up, putting his cloak on and nodding at Tom, handing him a few coins. He stalked out of the pub, the icy and bitter wind outside clearing his head a bit. He considered Apparating home but realized he was probably too drunk to do so, having just imbibed copious amounts of whiskey. Turning on his heel, he took a step forward and then paused as he heard the door behind him open, the loudness of the pub roaring for a moment before muffling again as the door closed.
“Harry?”
Closing his eyes at the stark familiarity of that voice-- that same voice that had teased him in school, had cried on that night at the tower, had soothed him after his first raid. That same voice had murmured Harry’s name in his sleep when at the hospital for some extensive curses a few days ago. Harry thought that meant something-- that maybe Draco felt as much for him as Harry did. Guess he was wrong.
“What is it?” Harry snapped, not turning around. The bitter taste in his mouth-- not unlike the burn of jealousy in his gut-- made him spit out things in an ugly voice. “Don’t you have someone to fuck right now?”
There was silence behind him for a moment. “I don’t know, you don’t seem very happy with me at the moment.”
Harry turned, seeing green. “Why would it matter if I’m happy with you? It matters if that bloke in there is happy right? I’m sure you’ll make each other very damn happy.”
Draco shook his head, moving his hair out of his eyes as the wind tried to push it back. “Will? He’s an old friend from my days in France. We were just catching up. Yeah, we had a thing but... but that’s in the past. There’s only one man I want in my bed right now. And I think he’s too stupid to take me up on the opportunity.”
They stared at each other for a long moment and then Draco slowly stepped forward, holding out his hand. Harry watched him for another beat, taking a deep breath and taking his hand, having a flash of what it was like, when they were eleven years old entering Hogwarts for the first time, and then again, when they were seventeen and on fire.
Twining their fingers, Harry pulled him forward and into a kiss, his other hand touching Draco’s face softly, no longer seeing green, or red, or white-- he saw nothing but Draco, beautiful and blinding.