Another Drabble
Today is iridescent_ink's birthday. I had hoped to have something else finished to celebrate the occasion, but instead here is another drabble. As it's her birthday, it's 300 words ... or a Triple!Drabble *grins*.
Not sure if it's really got any HBP soilers, but just in case...
Safe
Draco woke from his recurring nightmare to find his mouth covered by a hand. Eyes snapping open, he looked up and focused on the face looking down at him.
He blinked. Then blinked again as realisation dawned. The green eyes looking at him belonged to Harry Potter and that it was Potter’s hand over his mouth. He started to struggle but froze instantly as the familiar touch of a wand tip pushed against his throat.
Potter leaned in closer and whispered, “I need you to be quiet,” before raising a questioning eyebrow.
After a moment’s deliberation, Draco nodded; relieved when first the wand and then the hand were removed. Almost immediately he struggled away from the other man. Fumbling for his own wand, he pointed it straight at Potter’s heart. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Holding up his hands in a gesture of deference, Potter smiled at him. Draco couldn’t hide his surprise at the look ... Potter had managed to get into Voldemort’s stronghold and had the audacity to grin at him.
“I’ve come to rescue you,” Potter finally whispered.
Eyes widening in disbelief at the words, Draco felt something akin to desperate hope flood through him. He bit back the sensation. “What makes you think I want to be rescued by you?” he spat back.
“Fine,” Potter responded with a shrug. “I can’t make you come with me. But just so you know, your mother is safe.”
“Safe? Really?” Draco’s voice cracked
“Yes, safe.” With that, he held out his hand.
The moment stretched into infinity as Draco looked at the hand. It was sure and steady as Potter held it out to him.
Then, finally lowering his own wand, Draco took a deep breath and reached out to clasp Harry’s hand with his own.
Not sure if it's really got any HBP soilers, but just in case...
Safe
Draco woke from his recurring nightmare to find his mouth covered by a hand. Eyes snapping open, he looked up and focused on the face looking down at him.
He blinked. Then blinked again as realisation dawned. The green eyes looking at him belonged to Harry Potter and that it was Potter’s hand over his mouth. He started to struggle but froze instantly as the familiar touch of a wand tip pushed against his throat.
Potter leaned in closer and whispered, “I need you to be quiet,” before raising a questioning eyebrow.
After a moment’s deliberation, Draco nodded; relieved when first the wand and then the hand were removed. Almost immediately he struggled away from the other man. Fumbling for his own wand, he pointed it straight at Potter’s heart. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Holding up his hands in a gesture of deference, Potter smiled at him. Draco couldn’t hide his surprise at the look ... Potter had managed to get into Voldemort’s stronghold and had the audacity to grin at him.
“I’ve come to rescue you,” Potter finally whispered.
Eyes widening in disbelief at the words, Draco felt something akin to desperate hope flood through him. He bit back the sensation. “What makes you think I want to be rescued by you?” he spat back.
“Fine,” Potter responded with a shrug. “I can’t make you come with me. But just so you know, your mother is safe.”
“Safe? Really?” Draco’s voice cracked
“Yes, safe.” With that, he held out his hand.
The moment stretched into infinity as Draco looked at the hand. It was sure and steady as Potter held it out to him.
Then, finally lowering his own wand, Draco took a deep breath and reached out to clasp Harry’s hand with his own.