DRABBLE: Untitled - H/D - G
Originally posted December 5, 2003.
A/N: Written for arwena. A short H/D piece, written in about ten minutes. Feedback is much appreciated. :)
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Infuriating.
In Harry's mind, that one word summed up Draco Malfoy better than anything else.
The blond Slytherin was absolutely infuriating.
All Harry wanted him to do was apologize for treating Hermione the way he had. She'd only been trying to help, after all, and in Harry's mind that certainly did not merit her being turned into a Persian cat. All she'd done was accidentally spill a potion that turned Draco's hair purple, and the color had already started to fade and would soon be completely gone. Although, in retrospect, Harry supposed that the choice of animal could have been worse.
Nonetheless, Draco had been in the wrong, and the proper thing for him to do was apologize. Instead, Harry had received a door slammed in his face and a, "Go to Hell," from his lover. Draco had been holed up in their flat ever since.
Harry was fed up with the entire situation. After all, it was his flat, too. Would it kill Draco to just say…
"I'm sorry," a quiet voice said, and Harry spun around so quickly that he nearly fell over. Draco was standing in the doorway to their flat, one hand braced on the doorframe and the other placed on his hip. He was wearing a rather petulant expression that any other day would have brought a smile to Harry's face.
"What did you say?" Harry asked instead, disbelief apparent in his voice.
"I said 'I'm sorry'," Draco replied through clenched teeth.
Harry sighed and brought both his hands up to frame the Slytherin's face.
"Now was that so hard?" he asked, and leaned in for a kiss.
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A/N: Written for arwena. A short H/D piece, written in about ten minutes. Feedback is much appreciated. :)
***
Infuriating.
In Harry's mind, that one word summed up Draco Malfoy better than anything else.
The blond Slytherin was absolutely infuriating.
All Harry wanted him to do was apologize for treating Hermione the way he had. She'd only been trying to help, after all, and in Harry's mind that certainly did not merit her being turned into a Persian cat. All she'd done was accidentally spill a potion that turned Draco's hair purple, and the color had already started to fade and would soon be completely gone. Although, in retrospect, Harry supposed that the choice of animal could have been worse.
Nonetheless, Draco had been in the wrong, and the proper thing for him to do was apologize. Instead, Harry had received a door slammed in his face and a, "Go to Hell," from his lover. Draco had been holed up in their flat ever since.
Harry was fed up with the entire situation. After all, it was his flat, too. Would it kill Draco to just say…
"I'm sorry," a quiet voice said, and Harry spun around so quickly that he nearly fell over. Draco was standing in the doorway to their flat, one hand braced on the doorframe and the other placed on his hip. He was wearing a rather petulant expression that any other day would have brought a smile to Harry's face.
"What did you say?" Harry asked instead, disbelief apparent in his voice.
"I said 'I'm sorry'," Draco replied through clenched teeth.
Harry sighed and brought both his hands up to frame the Slytherin's face.
"Now was that so hard?" he asked, and leaned in for a kiss.
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