Dark Times
Title: Dark Times
Author: felixfvlicis
Prompt: draco100's prompt 7, 8: A stroke of luck; cheer
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco / Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 2
Notes: Draco's mind is the war's prisoner. Harry shows him what peace feels like. Title comes from Dark Times by The Weeknd feat. Ed Sheeran
(I hope it's all right that I combined prompts.)
The tiny patch of hair on Draco’s forearms tingled, the balmy winter chill coaxing them upright as he walked through the Hogwarts courtyard. His steps toward the Forbidden Forest were surprisingly light against the grass, dewdrops clinging to the golden brown blades, pulling the tiniest bit of warmth from their remaining color.
The further he stepped from the castle, abandonment’s familiar whisper grew louder, a throbbing metronomic pulse behind his eyes. He anticipated the tart metallic taste of blood, pinning his bottom lip between the sharp points of his teeth.
Exhaustion left him willing to surrender to panic’s insistent nagging, an invisible touch on his shoulder that anchored him to the earth. His head snapped up at the sound of a cracking twig and the briefest shuffling of leaves. By some stroke of luck, he found himself staring at Harry’s Patronus, the blue-tinged glow reminiscent of twilight, wrapping him in warmth, asphyxiating abandonment -- a dementor’s kiss.
Moments later, settled into the earth, staring into gray haze of evening, Draco found Harry’s hand cupped around his thigh, his pulse slow and seductive beneath the weight of such force. Cheer’s peaceful murmur tugged at Draco’s heart, as his lips brushed against Harry’s jaw.
Author: felixfvlicis
Prompt: draco100's prompt 7, 8: A stroke of luck; cheer
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco / Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 2
Notes: Draco's mind is the war's prisoner. Harry shows him what peace feels like. Title comes from Dark Times by The Weeknd feat. Ed Sheeran
(I hope it's all right that I combined prompts.)
The tiny patch of hair on Draco’s forearms tingled, the balmy winter chill coaxing them upright as he walked through the Hogwarts courtyard. His steps toward the Forbidden Forest were surprisingly light against the grass, dewdrops clinging to the golden brown blades, pulling the tiniest bit of warmth from their remaining color.
The further he stepped from the castle, abandonment’s familiar whisper grew louder, a throbbing metronomic pulse behind his eyes. He anticipated the tart metallic taste of blood, pinning his bottom lip between the sharp points of his teeth.
Exhaustion left him willing to surrender to panic’s insistent nagging, an invisible touch on his shoulder that anchored him to the earth. His head snapped up at the sound of a cracking twig and the briefest shuffling of leaves. By some stroke of luck, he found himself staring at Harry’s Patronus, the blue-tinged glow reminiscent of twilight, wrapping him in warmth, asphyxiating abandonment -- a dementor’s kiss.
Moments later, settled into the earth, staring into gray haze of evening, Draco found Harry’s hand cupped around his thigh, his pulse slow and seductive beneath the weight of such force. Cheer’s peaceful murmur tugged at Draco’s heart, as his lips brushed against Harry’s jaw.