005 Last - Can't Fight Happiness
Title: Can't Fight Happiness
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 005 Last
Word Count: 939
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Disregards HBP
Author's Notes: Links to all parts can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.
A few short hours after their first kiss found both men sitting on a small sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. The sharp contrast between this and their behaviour of only a few short weeks prior might have surprised some, but they had never really been able to do things the ‘normal’ way.
Draco moved from his comfortable position so that he could see Harry’s face more easily. “Do you want anyone to know?” he asked quietly.
Harry blinked in surprise. He hadn’t thought about not telling people. After all, what point was there keeping this secret? “Do you want anyone to not know?” he asked defensively.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Of course I want to tell everyone,” he said. “I want to shout it out from the rooftops. But I know how much you hate publicity…”
The simple gesture warmed Harry’s heart immensely. He tightened the hold that he had on Draco. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for putting my wishes first, but I want to shout it from the rooftops, too.”
The smile that greeted this statement was overwhelming. Just seeing how much Draco wanted to announce to the world that they were together made his earlier statement all the more meaningful in Harry’s eyes. He couldn’t help but kiss Draco passionately, tender but with a fire behind the action. “Why on earth did we used to fight?” he asked many minutes later.
“I blame you entirely,” Draco said with a cheeky smile. “All that Gryffindor pride.”
Harry shook his head. “You were a right prat, too,” he said.
“Of course I was,” Draco shot back blithely. “Someone had to keep you on your toes, after all.”
They grinned at one another. Some things would never change.
***
“Are you sure about this?” Draco questioned. It was evening and dinner was being served. They were standing just to this side of the entrance to the Great Hall, preparing themselves for what was to come.
“As I’ll ever be,” Harry replied. “You’re definitely all right about sitting at Gryffindor table?”
“Yeah,” Draco nodded for emphasis. “I know that you’re much more concerned about your friend’s reactions that I am about mine. I can field the Slytherins off later. I won’t have you sitting with me and staring across the Hall like a lost puppy for the whole of dinner.”
Harry smiled at him. “How do you know me so well?” he questioned.
Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re an average Gryffindor. You wear your heart on your sleeve constantly. It’s not that hard. Besides, I have been watching you for about seven years. It would be practically impossible for me not to pick these things up.”
Harry ignored most of Draco’s speech, choosing instead to say in a pleased voice, “You’ve been watching me during all our years here.”
There was affection in the way that Draco rolled his eyes. “I watched you just as you watched me. Don’t try to deny it.”
Harry blushed but stood his ground. “Well someone had to keep an eye on you.”
“Whatever,” Draco said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It doesn’t matter. And you’re stalling. Come on, I’m hungry!”
He grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him towards the door. By mutual agreement they had decided that they were going to enter together, in such a way that nobody could deny they were a couple. It wouldn’t pre-empt rumours from spreading, but at least there would be no doubt about their involvement with each other. ‘Time to face the music,’ Harry thought as the door to the Great Hall swung open.
As they stepped into the hall the chatter that initially engulfed them quickly muted. Almost every pair of eyes focussed on them and, more importantly, their linked hands. Harry couldn’t help but blushed under all of the scrutiny. Draco nudged him. “Is there a problem?” he asked loudly. The majority of the spectators quickly averted their gaze and the volume in the hall spiralled back to its normal level.
Before Harry could balk, Draco dragged him towards the Gryffindor table and the enquiring looks from Harry’s friends. People shuffled to the side to allow them room to sit and the two boys took their places side by side at the table.
Seeing all of his friend’s gazes trained on him, Harry flushed even further and dropped his head to the table. “I’m doomed,” he said to the wood in front of his face.
Draco patted his back sympathetically. “I know,” he said with a wicked grin. Harry raised his head and glared at him.
From across the table, Ron cleared his throat. “Well, congratulations,” he said, looking between the two of them.
“What?” Draco asked, slightly shocked. “You’re not going to yell and scream at me about how I’ve perverted Harry and try to deck me one?”
Ron shook his head, a glimmer of a smile playing at the corner of his lips over Draco’s dramatics. “I can’t remember the last time I saw Harry look this happy,” he admitted, “I can’t fight that.” He gave Harry an assessing look. “Even if he does look more like a beetroot than normal.”
Now it was Draco’s turn to force back a grin. “Thank you,” he said quietly. When Ron gave a small nod and went back to eating, the rest of the table took turns to proffer their support. Once it was over, Draco let out a breath that he hadn’t been aware he was holding. There they had it: acceptance all round on the Gryffindor front. It couldn’t have gone better if he had planned it.
Next part
I thought I'd already posted this, so it has been sitting on my hard drive for a while *headdesk* Comments are always appreciated and my response to prompt 006 will be posted tomorrow.
Characters/Pairing: Harry/Draco
Prompt: 005 Last
Word Count: 939
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Disregards HBP
Author's Notes: Links to all parts can be found here at my slashfic40 prompt table index.
A few short hours after their first kiss found both men sitting on a small sofa, cuddling and enjoying each other’s company. The sharp contrast between this and their behaviour of only a few short weeks prior might have surprised some, but they had never really been able to do things the ‘normal’ way.
Draco moved from his comfortable position so that he could see Harry’s face more easily. “Do you want anyone to know?” he asked quietly.
Harry blinked in surprise. He hadn’t thought about not telling people. After all, what point was there keeping this secret? “Do you want anyone to not know?” he asked defensively.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Of course I want to tell everyone,” he said. “I want to shout it out from the rooftops. But I know how much you hate publicity…”
The simple gesture warmed Harry’s heart immensely. He tightened the hold that he had on Draco. “Thank you,” he whispered. “Thank you for putting my wishes first, but I want to shout it from the rooftops, too.”
The smile that greeted this statement was overwhelming. Just seeing how much Draco wanted to announce to the world that they were together made his earlier statement all the more meaningful in Harry’s eyes. He couldn’t help but kiss Draco passionately, tender but with a fire behind the action. “Why on earth did we used to fight?” he asked many minutes later.
“I blame you entirely,” Draco said with a cheeky smile. “All that Gryffindor pride.”
Harry shook his head. “You were a right prat, too,” he said.
“Of course I was,” Draco shot back blithely. “Someone had to keep you on your toes, after all.”
They grinned at one another. Some things would never change.
***
“Are you sure about this?” Draco questioned. It was evening and dinner was being served. They were standing just to this side of the entrance to the Great Hall, preparing themselves for what was to come.
“As I’ll ever be,” Harry replied. “You’re definitely all right about sitting at Gryffindor table?”
“Yeah,” Draco nodded for emphasis. “I know that you’re much more concerned about your friend’s reactions that I am about mine. I can field the Slytherins off later. I won’t have you sitting with me and staring across the Hall like a lost puppy for the whole of dinner.”
Harry smiled at him. “How do you know me so well?” he questioned.
Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re an average Gryffindor. You wear your heart on your sleeve constantly. It’s not that hard. Besides, I have been watching you for about seven years. It would be practically impossible for me not to pick these things up.”
Harry ignored most of Draco’s speech, choosing instead to say in a pleased voice, “You’ve been watching me during all our years here.”
There was affection in the way that Draco rolled his eyes. “I watched you just as you watched me. Don’t try to deny it.”
Harry blushed but stood his ground. “Well someone had to keep an eye on you.”
“Whatever,” Draco said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “It doesn’t matter. And you’re stalling. Come on, I’m hungry!”
He grabbed Harry’s hand and pulled him towards the door. By mutual agreement they had decided that they were going to enter together, in such a way that nobody could deny they were a couple. It wouldn’t pre-empt rumours from spreading, but at least there would be no doubt about their involvement with each other. ‘Time to face the music,’ Harry thought as the door to the Great Hall swung open.
As they stepped into the hall the chatter that initially engulfed them quickly muted. Almost every pair of eyes focussed on them and, more importantly, their linked hands. Harry couldn’t help but blushed under all of the scrutiny. Draco nudged him. “Is there a problem?” he asked loudly. The majority of the spectators quickly averted their gaze and the volume in the hall spiralled back to its normal level.
Before Harry could balk, Draco dragged him towards the Gryffindor table and the enquiring looks from Harry’s friends. People shuffled to the side to allow them room to sit and the two boys took their places side by side at the table.
Seeing all of his friend’s gazes trained on him, Harry flushed even further and dropped his head to the table. “I’m doomed,” he said to the wood in front of his face.
Draco patted his back sympathetically. “I know,” he said with a wicked grin. Harry raised his head and glared at him.
From across the table, Ron cleared his throat. “Well, congratulations,” he said, looking between the two of them.
“What?” Draco asked, slightly shocked. “You’re not going to yell and scream at me about how I’ve perverted Harry and try to deck me one?”
Ron shook his head, a glimmer of a smile playing at the corner of his lips over Draco’s dramatics. “I can’t remember the last time I saw Harry look this happy,” he admitted, “I can’t fight that.” He gave Harry an assessing look. “Even if he does look more like a beetroot than normal.”
Now it was Draco’s turn to force back a grin. “Thank you,” he said quietly. When Ron gave a small nod and went back to eating, the rest of the table took turns to proffer their support. Once it was over, Draco let out a breath that he hadn’t been aware he was holding. There they had it: acceptance all round on the Gryffindor front. It couldn’t have gone better if he had planned it.
Next part
I thought I'd already posted this, so it has been sitting on my hard drive for a while *headdesk* Comments are always appreciated and my response to prompt 006 will be posted tomorrow.