Because Draco Malfoy doesn't say "I love you" like normal people do...
This is what happens when you let your RP character take your brain hostage.
Title: Love Is Only A Feeling
Pairing: Draco/Zacharias
Rating: PG for Draco being a foul-mouthed little brat
Words: 676
Notes: For Ameh, and the snarky but sweet love that is Draco/Zach.
“Hey.” Zacharias reached out and tugged plaintively at a lock of pale platinum hair. “You awake?”
Lying on his stomach with his face buried into the pillows, Draco made a noise somewhere between a groan and a curse. “Honestly, Smith, the sun isn’t even up yet. If you’re bothering me for a quick morning shag, you can wait another hour or so.” With his eyes still closed, he reached out to pat Zacharias on the shoulder, instead finding his face. “Go back to sleep.”
Zacharias stared at the blanketed lump for a moment, frowning. “C’mon, Dray, wake up.”
Now Draco did unbury himself, shooting a foul look at the Hufflepuff in the process. “I hate that nickname. I thought I’d told you not to call me that,” he grumbled.
“Got you awake though, didn’t it?” Zacharias smirked at him.
Resignedly, Draco rolled onto his back. “What do you want, you horrible, horrible person?” he sighed, closing his eyes once more.
Zacharias pointedly ignored the other boy’s irritable mood, by now quite used to dealing with Draco in the morning. With an air of sobriety, he stated, “I’ve been thinking.”
“What a traumatic ordeal that must have been.”
“Stuff it, ferret boy.”
Draco hit the Hufflepuff with a pillow. “I thought we’d agreed never to speak of that,” he protested, with a surprising amount of indignance for someone who still had his eyes shut. “And just for that, sod off.”
“I thought you didn’t want a quick morning shag.”
Without even bothering to look, Draco knew already that Zacharias was grinning at him in that infuriating yet wholly seductive way. He closed his eyes a little tighter and attempted to get the other blond back on topic. “So you say you were thinking.”
“Yes. I was thinking,” Zacharias agreed.
A long span of silence passed as the Slytherin waited for him to continue. Finally Draco grew impatient. “And what, do I dare ask, were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking that…” Zacharias took a deep breath, preparing himself, and finally he announced, “I’m falling in love with you, Draco Malfoy.” And smiling, the Hufflepuff waited for the return sentiment that was certain to follow.
But Draco didn’t say a word. Didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. It was almost as if he…
“Are you sleeping again, you arse?!”
“Bloody hell, no!” Draco scowled, blinking open one grey eye and fixing an evil gaze upon the other boy. “And do you really think it necessary to yell?”
As usual, Zacharias ignored him. “Well?” he demanded.
Draco blinked. “Well what?”
“Well, when someone tells another person they’re falling in love with them, generally they expect a response!” The Hufflepuff was getting frustrated now, and not helping matters was the fact that he was torn between punching Draco and shagging him senseless. No one ever made him feel so conflicted the way that bloody Slytherin did.
And at the moment, said Slytherin was giving him a rather skeptical stare. “Ah… thank you?”
“… Thank you,” Zacharias repeatedly slowly.
“You’re welcome,” was Draco’s smirking response, and immediately he rolled onto his stomach, tugging the sheets back over his head in the process.
‘If looks could kill’ did not do justice to the horrible glare Zacharias gave his bed partner. “I hate you.”
A shuffle and a snort from the blanket-covered mound that was Draco. “I thought you were falling in love with me,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“Well, now I hate you.”
“Good. Give me back some of the covers then.”
For a moment there was much shifting and shoving as Draco buried himself more deeply into the covers and Zacharias turned his back on the Slytherin, rolling as far as he could to the edge of the mattress. He laid there for nearly five minutes, brooding, determined not to say another damn word to that prat across the bed.
“… Draco?”
A sigh. “Yes, I love you too, you stupid git. Now go back to sleep before I maim you.”
Zacharias was smiling brilliantly when he finally drifted back off.
Title: Clarity
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG, again for Draco's mouth ;P
Words: 400
Notes: This one's for Rooney, and the timeless classic that is H/D.
Harry swore he was going to warn Draco. He even had his mouth open and everything, ready to call out a word of caution. But not even so much as a sigh had passed his lips when he watched Draco walk directly into the door frame. The lithe blond bounced backward, hitting the floor with an unflattering string of obscenities already rolling off his tongue.
And that was when Harry finally uttered, “Watch out.”
“Watch out? Watch bloody out, he says!” Draco was still on the floor, looking horribly indignant and altogether rather charming… except for the red lump swelling on his forehead. “Potter, you are the master of delayed reactions. ‘Watch out,’ honestly!”
Harry resisted the urge to laugh, aware that he was already tempting the Slytherin’s wrath with the wide smirk that refused to leave his face. He made his way across the room and to Draco’s side. “Haven’t damaged your brain, have you?” he asked lightly.
Draco’s jaw dropped, making him look wholly and unequivocally offended. “And people actually believe you’re a decent and compassionate person?” he demanded, reaching up to rub his forehead and promptly swearing when he touched the lump.
“Don’t do that, you git.” Harry knocked his hand away affectionately.
“Then why don’t you do something it about it?” Draco had begun to accompany his words with elaborate sweeping hand gestures, falling into what Harry thought of as his ‘drama queen’ mode. If he allowed the blond to continue on, he would soon be sitting through a long-winded speech, perhaps even accompanied by crocodile tears, depending on how pitiable Draco was feeling. So when the Slytherin opened his mouth again and began indignantly, “Honestly, you would think someone who has just been injured as I have-” Harry pressed his mouth hard against Draco’s, swallowing the words right off the blond’s tongue.
When Harry finally broke for air, he felt Draco smiling slightly as he murmured against Harry’s lips, “Not that I don’t like your methods of healing, but… my head still hurts.”
Carefully, Harry leaned up and kissed Draco’s bruised forehead. “Then maybe,” he mused, “you shouldn’t take off with my glasses and run around the house yelling, ‘I’m Harry Potter, I’m a stupid git, so I have to save people.’”
“Harry?”
“Yes, Draco?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, Draco.”
“Oh yes, and Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you, you sod.”
Harry grinned. “Love you too.”
Title: Love Is Only A Feeling
Pairing: Draco/Zacharias
Rating: PG for Draco being a foul-mouthed little brat
Words: 676
Notes: For Ameh, and the snarky but sweet love that is Draco/Zach.
“Hey.” Zacharias reached out and tugged plaintively at a lock of pale platinum hair. “You awake?”
Lying on his stomach with his face buried into the pillows, Draco made a noise somewhere between a groan and a curse. “Honestly, Smith, the sun isn’t even up yet. If you’re bothering me for a quick morning shag, you can wait another hour or so.” With his eyes still closed, he reached out to pat Zacharias on the shoulder, instead finding his face. “Go back to sleep.”
Zacharias stared at the blanketed lump for a moment, frowning. “C’mon, Dray, wake up.”
Now Draco did unbury himself, shooting a foul look at the Hufflepuff in the process. “I hate that nickname. I thought I’d told you not to call me that,” he grumbled.
“Got you awake though, didn’t it?” Zacharias smirked at him.
Resignedly, Draco rolled onto his back. “What do you want, you horrible, horrible person?” he sighed, closing his eyes once more.
Zacharias pointedly ignored the other boy’s irritable mood, by now quite used to dealing with Draco in the morning. With an air of sobriety, he stated, “I’ve been thinking.”
“What a traumatic ordeal that must have been.”
“Stuff it, ferret boy.”
Draco hit the Hufflepuff with a pillow. “I thought we’d agreed never to speak of that,” he protested, with a surprising amount of indignance for someone who still had his eyes shut. “And just for that, sod off.”
“I thought you didn’t want a quick morning shag.”
Without even bothering to look, Draco knew already that Zacharias was grinning at him in that infuriating yet wholly seductive way. He closed his eyes a little tighter and attempted to get the other blond back on topic. “So you say you were thinking.”
“Yes. I was thinking,” Zacharias agreed.
A long span of silence passed as the Slytherin waited for him to continue. Finally Draco grew impatient. “And what, do I dare ask, were you thinking about?”
“I was thinking that…” Zacharias took a deep breath, preparing himself, and finally he announced, “I’m falling in love with you, Draco Malfoy.” And smiling, the Hufflepuff waited for the return sentiment that was certain to follow.
But Draco didn’t say a word. Didn’t move. Didn’t even blink. It was almost as if he…
“Are you sleeping again, you arse?!”
“Bloody hell, no!” Draco scowled, blinking open one grey eye and fixing an evil gaze upon the other boy. “And do you really think it necessary to yell?”
As usual, Zacharias ignored him. “Well?” he demanded.
Draco blinked. “Well what?”
“Well, when someone tells another person they’re falling in love with them, generally they expect a response!” The Hufflepuff was getting frustrated now, and not helping matters was the fact that he was torn between punching Draco and shagging him senseless. No one ever made him feel so conflicted the way that bloody Slytherin did.
And at the moment, said Slytherin was giving him a rather skeptical stare. “Ah… thank you?”
“… Thank you,” Zacharias repeatedly slowly.
“You’re welcome,” was Draco’s smirking response, and immediately he rolled onto his stomach, tugging the sheets back over his head in the process.
‘If looks could kill’ did not do justice to the horrible glare Zacharias gave his bed partner. “I hate you.”
A shuffle and a snort from the blanket-covered mound that was Draco. “I thought you were falling in love with me,” he mumbled into his pillow.
“Well, now I hate you.”
“Good. Give me back some of the covers then.”
For a moment there was much shifting and shoving as Draco buried himself more deeply into the covers and Zacharias turned his back on the Slytherin, rolling as far as he could to the edge of the mattress. He laid there for nearly five minutes, brooding, determined not to say another damn word to that prat across the bed.
“… Draco?”
A sigh. “Yes, I love you too, you stupid git. Now go back to sleep before I maim you.”
Zacharias was smiling brilliantly when he finally drifted back off.
Title: Clarity
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: PG, again for Draco's mouth ;P
Words: 400
Notes: This one's for Rooney, and the timeless classic that is H/D.
Harry swore he was going to warn Draco. He even had his mouth open and everything, ready to call out a word of caution. But not even so much as a sigh had passed his lips when he watched Draco walk directly into the door frame. The lithe blond bounced backward, hitting the floor with an unflattering string of obscenities already rolling off his tongue.
And that was when Harry finally uttered, “Watch out.”
“Watch out? Watch bloody out, he says!” Draco was still on the floor, looking horribly indignant and altogether rather charming… except for the red lump swelling on his forehead. “Potter, you are the master of delayed reactions. ‘Watch out,’ honestly!”
Harry resisted the urge to laugh, aware that he was already tempting the Slytherin’s wrath with the wide smirk that refused to leave his face. He made his way across the room and to Draco’s side. “Haven’t damaged your brain, have you?” he asked lightly.
Draco’s jaw dropped, making him look wholly and unequivocally offended. “And people actually believe you’re a decent and compassionate person?” he demanded, reaching up to rub his forehead and promptly swearing when he touched the lump.
“Don’t do that, you git.” Harry knocked his hand away affectionately.
“Then why don’t you do something it about it?” Draco had begun to accompany his words with elaborate sweeping hand gestures, falling into what Harry thought of as his ‘drama queen’ mode. If he allowed the blond to continue on, he would soon be sitting through a long-winded speech, perhaps even accompanied by crocodile tears, depending on how pitiable Draco was feeling. So when the Slytherin opened his mouth again and began indignantly, “Honestly, you would think someone who has just been injured as I have-” Harry pressed his mouth hard against Draco’s, swallowing the words right off the blond’s tongue.
When Harry finally broke for air, he felt Draco smiling slightly as he murmured against Harry’s lips, “Not that I don’t like your methods of healing, but… my head still hurts.”
Carefully, Harry leaned up and kissed Draco’s bruised forehead. “Then maybe,” he mused, “you shouldn’t take off with my glasses and run around the house yelling, ‘I’m Harry Potter, I’m a stupid git, so I have to save people.’”
“Harry?”
“Yes, Draco?”
“Shut up.”
“Yes, Draco.”
“Oh yes, and Harry?”
“Hmm?”
“I love you, you sod.”
Harry grinned. “Love you too.”