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It is hard, Ron finds, not to be envious. He’s been a little bit envious of Harry all his life. In fourth year he let that get the better of him, and regretted it ever since. It was insiduous: it took the other person’s victory and turned it bitter, and slowly but surely, Ron knew that it would turn him bitter. He didn’t want to be envious of Harry; he wanted to be happy for him. He needed somebody else to envy.
Malfoy was the obvious choice. Almost as famous (or infamous) as Harry, many times as rich and - even Ron, straight as an arrow as he is, can admit this - attractive. Ron knows he is not, and it is just another small victory for Malfoy. Half the school wants Harry Potter, and the other half wants Draco Malfoy. It is easy to be envious of Malfoy.
One day, Ron notices, neither Harry nor Malfoy are at breakfast. Hermione shoves a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him. The story is about the killing of Narcissa Malfoy, and makes it perfectly clear that the prime suspect is Lucius Malfoy. Ron skims the story to satisfy Hermione, then leaves in search of Harry, or Malfoy, and he doesn’t quite know why.
He finds them both together behind a dusty unused door, and Malfoy has his head buried in Harry’s shoulder. Harry is whispering is his ear and running a hand down his shoulders, which are shaking slightly. He is trying to pass on some comfort, but Ron can see the tears staining his face, which Malfoy cannot. They kiss and finds he doesn’t mind. He isn’t envious any more, because they have only grief and pain where he has a family who love him. He finds, oddly, that he is glad they have each other.
Title: Little Things
Author: celebriangel
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12 - Details
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: It's the little things that let you know someone likes you.
Warning: none
Pairing: H/D pre-slash
“How do you tell if someone likes you, Hermione?” Ginny asks. She looks at Harry, but he doesn’t notice.
“Well, it’s the little things. Things they say or do, that they wouldn’t normally.”
“Like what?”
“They might look at you a lot, even stare at you.” Hermione says with a smile, and Ginny tears he gaze away from Harry.
Harry knows Malfoy hates him, because when he comes down to breakfast, Malfoy glares at him, and he glares back. It is a battle of wills, and Harry feels a strange power run through him every time they do it.
“It might seem like they’re always around you.”
Harry finds that it is impossible to get rid of Malfoy. It’s almost as if he follows him, trying to aggravate him as much as possible. Harry always resoves not to let Malfoy get to him, but every time Malfoy opens his mouth Harry sees red. Sometimes Harry thinks it’s magic.
“If they’re close to you, they might touch you a lot.”
Harry has always wondered why he and Malfoy seem to fight better with fists than with wands. They are wizards, after all. They have fought with curses, but not very often. It is almost as if it doesn’t work properly. To really have your victory, you have to bloody up the other as much as you can with your bare hands. When they fight Harry gets an incredible suge of adrenaline, like when he’s playing Quidditch and he’s just caught the snitch, but there’s something different about this. They have been fighting more often, this year.
“When they’re talking to you, they forget what they’re saying: they might babble, or not be able to say very much.”
Malfoy doesn’t generally speak very much, Harry notices, except to people he thinks deserve his time and attention. Harry finds it strange that Malfoy doesn’t just ignore him, since he hates him. Instead, whenever they meet Malfoy talks a lot, most of it insulting and vulgar. Harry can’t explain it, any more than he can explain why he can never find anything to say back.
“And - Ginny? Why are you asking?”
“Oh, I’m just curious,” said Ginny, looking into space.
Harry snapped out of his reverie. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, Harry. Ginny asked me how to tell if someone likes you.” Hermione said, spreading her toast with jam and taking a bite.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice.
“All right there, Harry?” Ginny asked.
“Yes, I think so…” He said distractedly, and left the Great Hall. There were a few things he needed to sort out.
Malfoy was the obvious choice. Almost as famous (or infamous) as Harry, many times as rich and - even Ron, straight as an arrow as he is, can admit this - attractive. Ron knows he is not, and it is just another small victory for Malfoy. Half the school wants Harry Potter, and the other half wants Draco Malfoy. It is easy to be envious of Malfoy.
One day, Ron notices, neither Harry nor Malfoy are at breakfast. Hermione shoves a copy of the Daily Prophet in front of him. The story is about the killing of Narcissa Malfoy, and makes it perfectly clear that the prime suspect is Lucius Malfoy. Ron skims the story to satisfy Hermione, then leaves in search of Harry, or Malfoy, and he doesn’t quite know why.
He finds them both together behind a dusty unused door, and Malfoy has his head buried in Harry’s shoulder. Harry is whispering is his ear and running a hand down his shoulders, which are shaking slightly. He is trying to pass on some comfort, but Ron can see the tears staining his face, which Malfoy cannot. They kiss and finds he doesn’t mind. He isn’t envious any more, because they have only grief and pain where he has a family who love him. He finds, oddly, that he is glad they have each other.
Title: Little Things
Author: celebriangel
Rating: PG
Prompt: #12 - Details
Date: 08/05/06
Summary: It's the little things that let you know someone likes you.
Warning: none
Pairing: H/D pre-slash
“How do you tell if someone likes you, Hermione?” Ginny asks. She looks at Harry, but he doesn’t notice.
“Well, it’s the little things. Things they say or do, that they wouldn’t normally.”
“Like what?”
“They might look at you a lot, even stare at you.” Hermione says with a smile, and Ginny tears he gaze away from Harry.
Harry knows Malfoy hates him, because when he comes down to breakfast, Malfoy glares at him, and he glares back. It is a battle of wills, and Harry feels a strange power run through him every time they do it.
“It might seem like they’re always around you.”
Harry finds that it is impossible to get rid of Malfoy. It’s almost as if he follows him, trying to aggravate him as much as possible. Harry always resoves not to let Malfoy get to him, but every time Malfoy opens his mouth Harry sees red. Sometimes Harry thinks it’s magic.
“If they’re close to you, they might touch you a lot.”
Harry has always wondered why he and Malfoy seem to fight better with fists than with wands. They are wizards, after all. They have fought with curses, but not very often. It is almost as if it doesn’t work properly. To really have your victory, you have to bloody up the other as much as you can with your bare hands. When they fight Harry gets an incredible suge of adrenaline, like when he’s playing Quidditch and he’s just caught the snitch, but there’s something different about this. They have been fighting more often, this year.
“When they’re talking to you, they forget what they’re saying: they might babble, or not be able to say very much.”
Malfoy doesn’t generally speak very much, Harry notices, except to people he thinks deserve his time and attention. Harry finds it strange that Malfoy doesn’t just ignore him, since he hates him. Instead, whenever they meet Malfoy talks a lot, most of it insulting and vulgar. Harry can’t explain it, any more than he can explain why he can never find anything to say back.
“And - Ginny? Why are you asking?”
“Oh, I’m just curious,” said Ginny, looking into space.
Harry snapped out of his reverie. “What are you talking about?”
“Nothing, Harry. Ginny asked me how to tell if someone likes you.” Hermione said, spreading her toast with jam and taking a bite.
Harry choked on his pumpkin juice.
“All right there, Harry?” Ginny asked.
“Yes, I think so…” He said distractedly, and left the Great Hall. There were a few things he needed to sort out.