Over and over
Title: Over and over
Author: felixfvlicis
Prompt: draco100's prompt 12: A hunch
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco / Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 5 (Sorry)
Notes: Unbeta'd. Eighth year. Draco wants to feel nothing, but that can't be as long as Harry is around.
Draco sighed, his back against a pillar, legs stretched out on the ledge of the window. The moonlight kissed the bright blue veins in his hands as he traced one of the small, square windowpanes with his finger. The castle was peacefully silent, but if Draco stilled, he swore he could hear Bellatrix’s screams pulsing behind the brick wall, slithering through the pipes underground.
He tilted his chin toward the moon, a wistful look in his eye. If only he could hear his father’s voice, his mother’s unbridled laughter, once more. Pain’s teeth pierced the top layer of his flesh, Nagini’s ghost constricted around his throat.
He squeezed his eyes shut, mouthing a silent prayer to some unknown deity for a moment’s peace, a plea for time to stand still. He ached to tumble into the dark abyss -- weightless and free -- to feel nothing at all.
A warm hand touched his shoulder.
“I didn’t expect to find you here.”
Draco tensed, but remained silent. Try as he might, he’d never forget the color of Harry’s eyes in the moonlight.
“Er, what I meant was,” Harry sighed, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I thought I was the only one.”
“Of course you did.” Draco murmured. “You’re the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice. Why wouldn’t you?”
“No, Malfoy. That’s not --”
Draco swung his legs off of the window ledge, angling his hips to face Harry.
“Please don’t call me Malfoy. I’m not. Anymore. And you,” Draco spat, traces of his venomous tone noticeably absent. “Aren’t the only one with pain. With ghosts. With regret.”
“I never said I was, Draco. You assumed.”
“You just said --”
“Yes, but that was before you cut me off.”
Draco sighed, defeated, turning his palms upward, granting unspoken permission for Harry to continue.
“I was going to say,” Harry began, his gaze dropping down to thin trail of dirt trapped between the cobblestone’s cracks. “I thought I was the only one who comes here. I prefer to feel masochistic in private, away from my legions of admirers.”
Draco rolled his eyes and managed a sneer, half-hearted as it might be.
Harry was grinning, a chuckle nearly escaped his throat. “God, Draco. I was joking. About the legions of admirers, anyway.”
“Whatever, Harry,” Draco whispered before he stood, suddenly eager to begin his descent into the dungeons. To be bound and chained, nothing more than a statue amongst ghosts. At least that, after all this time, was familiar.
Harry reached for Draco’s arm, a hint of blush coloring his cheeks as he felt Draco’s muscles flex against his touch. “Stay?”
Draco’s breath hitched, his mind cursing Harry’s quick reflexes.
“Why?”
“Call it a hunch.”
Draco shivered as Harry’s hand dropped, like an anchor to his side, his fingers dangled in the empty chasms of the Hogwarts corridor. The cobblestone trembled beneath their feet as the Room of Requirement opened for them.
Before tension abandoned his thin, hollow body, Draco felt its final whisper against his nape as Harry twined their fingers together.
Finally.
Author: felixfvlicis
Prompt: draco100's prompt 12: A hunch
Character(s) / Pairing(s): Draco / Harry
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100 x 5 (Sorry)
Notes: Unbeta'd. Eighth year. Draco wants to feel nothing, but that can't be as long as Harry is around.
Draco sighed, his back against a pillar, legs stretched out on the ledge of the window. The moonlight kissed the bright blue veins in his hands as he traced one of the small, square windowpanes with his finger. The castle was peacefully silent, but if Draco stilled, he swore he could hear Bellatrix’s screams pulsing behind the brick wall, slithering through the pipes underground.
He tilted his chin toward the moon, a wistful look in his eye. If only he could hear his father’s voice, his mother’s unbridled laughter, once more. Pain’s teeth pierced the top layer of his flesh, Nagini’s ghost constricted around his throat.
He squeezed his eyes shut, mouthing a silent prayer to some unknown deity for a moment’s peace, a plea for time to stand still. He ached to tumble into the dark abyss -- weightless and free -- to feel nothing at all.
A warm hand touched his shoulder.
“I didn’t expect to find you here.”
Draco tensed, but remained silent. Try as he might, he’d never forget the color of Harry’s eyes in the moonlight.
“Er, what I meant was,” Harry sighed, embarrassment coloring his cheeks. “I thought I was the only one.”
“Of course you did.” Draco murmured. “You’re the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice. Why wouldn’t you?”
“No, Malfoy. That’s not --”
Draco swung his legs off of the window ledge, angling his hips to face Harry.
“Please don’t call me Malfoy. I’m not. Anymore. And you,” Draco spat, traces of his venomous tone noticeably absent. “Aren’t the only one with pain. With ghosts. With regret.”
“I never said I was, Draco. You assumed.”
“You just said --”
“Yes, but that was before you cut me off.”
Draco sighed, defeated, turning his palms upward, granting unspoken permission for Harry to continue.
“I was going to say,” Harry began, his gaze dropping down to thin trail of dirt trapped between the cobblestone’s cracks. “I thought I was the only one who comes here. I prefer to feel masochistic in private, away from my legions of admirers.”
Draco rolled his eyes and managed a sneer, half-hearted as it might be.
Harry was grinning, a chuckle nearly escaped his throat. “God, Draco. I was joking. About the legions of admirers, anyway.”
“Whatever, Harry,” Draco whispered before he stood, suddenly eager to begin his descent into the dungeons. To be bound and chained, nothing more than a statue amongst ghosts. At least that, after all this time, was familiar.
Harry reached for Draco’s arm, a hint of blush coloring his cheeks as he felt Draco’s muscles flex against his touch. “Stay?”
Draco’s breath hitched, his mind cursing Harry’s quick reflexes.
“Why?”
“Call it a hunch.”
Draco shivered as Harry’s hand dropped, like an anchor to his side, his fingers dangled in the empty chasms of the Hogwarts corridor. The cobblestone trembled beneath their feet as the Room of Requirement opened for them.
Before tension abandoned his thin, hollow body, Draco felt its final whisper against his nape as Harry twined their fingers together.
Finally.