Testing, Testing, One Two Three...
Okay, here it is. My very own, first-ever fanfic. It's short, but still. It is 1782 words, very fluffy, and H/D centric.
Summary: After disappearing for several months, Harry comes to find Draco during the war. Rated a very mild PG-13 for the occasional swear word. Tame, I know. *blushes*
And when you find you’re spending your time
waiting for words but never speak
you tell yourself that the things you need come slow
but inside you just don’t know.
Draco Malfoy was bored.
This in itself was not unusual, for there were few people in the world Draco considered important enough to bother listening to at all. However, what was unusual was the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, was sitting in a very plush, very comfortable booth in a very elite wizarding club, surrounded by several of his oldest friends- with Pansy Parkinson practically sitting on his lap, no less- desperately resisting the urge to gnaw off his own arm just to get away from the brunette.
"-think, Draco?" Pansy was asking in a low, seductive voice, lips brushing against Draco’s ear.
Draco mentally shook himself from his reverie. "Sorry, what was that?"
Pansy gazed up at the blond through dark lashes. "I was only asking if you agreed that Daddy’s money was well spent. Practically every wizard in the world was clamoring to get in out there." Her dark red lips curled into a smirk.
"Right," Draco replied, absently. "You know, Pans, I really should-"
But somehow, Draco had lost the girl’s attention. "Oh, for Merlin’s sake," Pansy practically snarled, staring over Draco’s shoulder. "What the hell does he think he’s doing here? Who let him in?"
Blaise Zabini cocked one dark eyebrow, looking slightly amused. "He’s the hero of the wizarding world. D’you really think they’re going to turn him away at the door, Pansy?" Zabini’s normally easy-going expression hardened into something darker. "Anyway, he’ll get his own soon enough."
Feeling his heart momentarily stop, Draco turned his head slightly. Sure enough, standing slightly off to the side and looking extremely awkward was none other than the instantly recognizable Harry Potter. Though his shoulders appeared a bit broader and his face a bit more angular than when Draco had last seen him, it was next to impossible not to distinguish him on the spot.
It was at that exact moment Harry happened to glance over to their table. Bright green eyes meet his quizzically, dark eyebrows drawn slightly together as he took in Draco’s appearance.
Realizing that Pansy had quickly lost interest in the intrusion and had turned her attention back to Draco, he felt his face heat up slightly as she leaned into him, long dark hair falling onto his shoulder. Pulling his gaze away from Potter’s, Draco stood up so quickly that Pansy lost her balance.
"What was that for?"she demanded, staring up at him. "Draco?"
"I should get going," he said, trying to make his voice sound cool and indifferent. "I have a- meeting soon." Draco’s look was darkly significant, and the faces around the table cleared.
"Oh- oh." Pansy straightened, pushing her hair back.
"Good luck," Zabini said calmly, casually swishing the drink in his hand.
"Right. I’ll... see you lot later, then." Draco straightened his shoulders as he made his way through the crowd, trying to look purposeful and important.
Instead of heading for the front entrance, however, Draco quickly ducked into a narrow, empty corridor, at the end of which was a door labeled Emergency Only. Not bothering to look over his shoulder, Draco pushed the door open and stepped out, into the dark and humid night.
There was the sound of shoes scratching and the door closing behind Draco, and he turned around.
There Harry stood, having followed Draco out- eyebrows still slightly quirked, hands tucked into the pockets of a very beaten denim jacket, beneath which he wore a faded t-shirt.
Draco scowled at his clothes. "That is the best you can find? For Merlin’s sake Potter, you look like you’re bloody homeless."
The prat actually had the nerve to laugh at him. "I haven’t seen you for weeks, and this is the greeting I get? I should’ve known better than to expect declarations of love or even, God forbid, a hug."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "I don’t do hugs, Potter."
Harry continued to look amused, though his voice was falsely casual. "You didn’t look like you had a problem hugging Parkinson back there."
"That was not hugging, Potter, that Pansy trying to- to clench the life out of me." Draco grimaced. "And anyway, what was I supposed to tell her? ‘Right, well, I know you think I’m your Death Eater fiancé and all, but back off’? I mean, that’s not suspicious at all."
Harry’s smile faltered slightly. "Have you- have you had trouble? I mean...."
Draco cut him off. "No, it’s going fine." His voice was slightly bitter. "Just fine. Having a fantastic time of it you know, what with betraying what’s left of my family and friends."
Harry sighed and stared down at the wet pavement. Feeling a pang of guilt, Draco stepped closer, so that he could almost feel the stir of Harry’s breath against his face. Almost.
"What about you? And Granger and Weasley?"
Harry shrugged. "We’re doing good, I guess. I mean, you know, it’s a war. But we’re winning, I guess."
"Bloody well better be. I don’t choose losing sides, Potter."
Harry grinned, looking up at him over the rim of his glasses. "I know."
There was an awkward pause, and Draco cleared his throat. "So. What’re you doing in town? Important meetings and such?"
"No."
Harry’s eyes were suddenly hard to meet, and it was Draco’s turn to look down. "Oh."
Another awkward pause. "Draco-" Harry started, but was interrupted by the blond.
"Look, Potter, I-"
"Draco," Harry said, firmly. "I could die, alright? So could you. I mean, we aren’t exactly in the safest environment here." He paused. "I don’t want- something to happen without, well, talking about this."
Draco felt as though someone had kicked him in the stomach. "Of course we could die, we’re in the middle of a war," he snapped, feeling his anger rise. "But what that doesn’t mean is that we need to go around making.... plans."
Harry looked at the blond, confused. "Why the hell not? Draco, look. I love you, okay?" He stopped, an embarrassed look crossing his face for a moment, followed quickly by defiance. "I love you."
Draco felt himself freeze, his heart pounding in his ears. When, if ever, had he last heard those words?
"Potter, look," he said, voice shakier than he would have liked. "I know.... you probably think you are. In love with me, that is. But you said it yourself- we could die."
"So that’s it?" Harry demanded, leaning even closer to Draco. "You won’t acknowledge.... this because you’re afraid one of us could die?"
Draco gritted his teeth, refusing to back away from the dark haired wizard. "No, you idiot, that’s not it, okay? I- just don’t want to talk about this anymore."
"I’m not leaving until you say it," Harry said, stubbornly.
"Fine!" The blond’s eyes flashed, and he leaned close enough that their noses touched. "I don’t love you. Satisfied?"
"No. If you don’t love me, why did you kiss me first, then?"
Draco sucked in air, desperately. "It was- I was just being- Oh, hell." He pulled away, rubbing at his eyes wearily. "You want to know? Fine. I’m not afraid of one of us dying, you git, I’m afraid of what’s going to happen when you live. I mean, you don’t defeat the Dark Lord, what, five times and then bloody die."
Harry stared at him. "Draco, me living is a good thing. Really."
"It most certainly is not a good thing when you realize that you have your whole stupid life ahead of you." Draco crossed his arms over his chest impatiently.
Harry’s face cleared. "Wait a minute. You think I’m only telling you this because I think I won’t have to- have to live up to it?"
Draco remained silent, glaring at the brick wall over Harry’s shoulder as though he were only wishing the harshest punishments upon it. Harry chuckled, and Draco started, looking over at the dark-haired boy.
"Idiot," Harry said affectionately, and firmly took Draco’s arm in his hand, pulling him forward. Draco found himself staring into a set of very, very green eyes as Harry leaned forward. He didn’t pull away.
Harry’s mouth brushed against his, tentatively. Reaching up, Draco curled his fingers into Harry’s dark hair, and the kiss grew.
Draco pulled away slightly. "Look, Potter. This had better not be another one of those times where you disappear for seven months with the occasional bedraggled owl scratching at my window."
"It’s not." Harry moved closer, so that his lips brushed against Draco’s cheek. The blond shivered. "We think we know where to find him, Draco."
"Voldemort?" he whispered, as if it could be anyone else.
Harry gave a small nod. "Yeah. Once I- once I kill him, I won’t have to go away for months on end." Draco’s eyes were drawn to his adam’s apple as he swallowed, barely registering the oddly nervous look on Harry’s face. "What do you think, Draco? What’re you going to do when you realize you have your whole life ahead of you?"
Draco felt his fingers tighten their grip on the soft strands of Harry’s hair in an almost possessive gesture. "Oh, I don’t know," he murmured. "Bit of this, bit of that. You?"
Harry smiled, teeth very white in the dim lighting of a nearby street lamp. "I don’t know. Ron’s talking about proposing, you know."
"Congratulations."
Harry snorted. "Not to me, you prat. To Hermione." He hesitated. "I’m going to need a new roommate."
Draco’s eyebrows shot up at that. "Really. Good luck with that." He considered this for a moment. "Though I think I might know where you can find one."
"I was hoping you’d say that."
"He doesn’t cook, though. Doesn’t clean, either." A beat. "Doesn’t do much of anything, really."
Harry laughed softly. "No, not really." His green eyes, framed by such dark lashes, considered Draco carefully. "I think we’ll get along, though." Harry quirked one eyebrow. "Well, as soon as he gets rid of that Death Eater fiancee of his."
Draco just rolled his eyes, but forgot what he was going to say when Harry angled forward, once again catching Draco’s lips with his own.
Draco felt a small pang that while Harry had easily professed his feelings for Draco, he had yet to tell Harry those same words back. Still, Draco couldn’t help but think that, feeling Harry’s palm pressed tightly against the small of his back- Harry didn’t need to hear the words to know.
My, my, my
let your bright light shine
let your words live on far beyond this life
beyond this life.
Author's Note: Song lyrics are from My, My, My by Rob Thomas. Comments are hugely appreciated.