video • 010 [accidental]

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco has taken a leaf out of his father’s book, and is sitting on the roof of the church, late in the evening. Even more shocking? It’s raining

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[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry responds to the post, but the feed only lasts for a few seconds before Harry clicks it back off. His face seemed concerned, but it would be hard to tell considering how short it was.

[Moments later Harry's looking up at the church roof the rain plastering his own brown hair to his forehead.]

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[mudbloodhater]

[lucky for Harry, Draco's still lost in thought - the rain does that to him - when the video comes in. He ignores it entirely, barely noticing when someone appears below the slope of the roof.]

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[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry frowns as he continues to stare up the face of the church to Draco. He's torn between going inside and just leaving, but he has already come this far. ]

Draco.

[mudbloodhater]

[and here, he thought he was alone. Draco glances down, treating Harry to nothing more than a vague stare - his expression is utterly blank.]

Harry.

[sonuvasnitch]

[ That blank looks hurts more than Harry would have expected it to, but what was he supposed to expect? ]

What are you doing?

[mudbloodhater]

[better than a frown. Don't act like you care, man.]

I believe I'm sitting. Are you at the wrong angle to see that, or are your glasses merely fogged up too badly?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry frowns, but the return to sarcasm is also not a surprise. ]

You're going to get sick sitting out like this.

[ Though it's not as if Harry brought an umbrella. ]

[mudbloodhater]

At least I'm at my own house, with potions to help prevent that unfortunate little turn of events.

[sonuvasnitch]

[ The frown deepens on Harry's face. He wants to talk to Draco, but he doesn't quite know how to put into words what it is he wants to talk about. ]

[mudbloodhater]

[Harry, you are so bad at this.]

I assume you came by for a reason? Mille's out.

[sonuvasnitch]

[ That too hurts for some reason. ]

I wasn't coming to see Mille.

[mudbloodhater]

[he sniffs. His tone softens slightly, despite his best attempt.]

Then what'd you come for?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry hesitates for a second before responding. Though his voice is quiet it can still be heard over the rain. ]

You.

[mudbloodhater]

[Draco actually glances away for a long moment, unable to keep from sighing. Running one hand through his hair - a useless effort, causing it only to stick up - he glances back down.]

Why?

[sonuvasnitch]

[ Harry frowns. He doesn't know how to explain that seeing that image of Draco getting soaked by the rain affected him, nor can he say exactly why it brought him out of his own dry cottage to stand here getting soaked while he looked up at Draco like a lovesick puppy. Yet that's what it was. ]

I don't know.

[mudbloodhater]

[at least he's getting honesty this time.]

Perhaps this conversation is better had inside.