fic: possession
Title: Possession
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Beta: twistedm (who, I sadly failed to mention, also beta-read 'All Out', 'Alternative Methods' and 'Belonging'.)
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Word count: 1,848
Notes: A pinch-hit for dracofiend at hds-beltane. (If you're thinking 'Bloody hell, how many fics did she write for hds-beltane?!', the answer is six. One exchange fic, five pinch-hits. xD)
Summary: Draco is somewhat insecure about Harry's fidelity. He doesn't have anything to worry about, but that doesn't stop him from actually worrying.
It wasn't that Draco didn't trust Harry. It wasn't that when Harry reassured Draco that everything was fine that Draco thought that he was lying. He was just ever so... just the tiniest bit... only a little... insecure. Which was why he was secretly stalking his boyfriend along the busy road, having first turned his hair to a rather disgusting muddy brown and made his skin tan with human Transfiguration. He hadn't attempted anything more challenging than colour changes, because they were the simplest thing to do, and he hadn't studied Transfiguration hard enough to attempt anything else without the risk of it going rather horribly wrong.
Although Draco obviously believed Harry when the other man had told him that he was meeting up with some old friends for a drink or two and dinner in Diagon Alley, and he had accepted that readily, that didn't mean that he couldn't... ah, reaffirm with his own two eyes. Which was why, having seen Harry stride into the Leaky Cauldron after random bits of shopping, Draco pushed in after him, seated himself in the darkest corner he could find and still watch his boyfriend, and ordered a very large drink after first changing himself back to his normal appearance and preening in front of his small hand mirror. He suspected that he'd be there for some time, if they were going eat as well.
Around the booth sat Ron and Hermione Weasley next to each other. Draco didn't have anything to worry about them; they were blatantly still in the first stage of their relationship, despite it having lasted three years: the love struck stage. Then there was Ginny Weasley, who the blond eyed cautiously. She had a reputation of sorts for flinging herself at men with enthusiasm, and she had dated Harry in their sixth year.
Then, on Harry's invitation, sat Cho Chang, looking beautifully pregnant, and equally beautiful. Draco watched her too, drinking his drink slowly. He'd heard that pregnant women were usually hormonal, and hormonal to him almost equalled horny. He wasn't completely sure of the logic behind a pregnant woman being particularly horny, but... whatever. It wasn't like he was completely familiar with the mechanics of female pregnancy. She was one to look out for too, pregnant and horny or not.
The last person around the table particularly annoyed Draco though. Seamus Finnigan, as open to any possibility as... as a really open window. Yeah. Draco had heard from Harry that Seamus was very funny, and liked sleeping with anyone as long as they were good looking. Harry hadn't said the two together, of course, but in two different conversations. However, in his mind, Draco had linked these two facts he knew about Finnigan (the only other fact he knew about the other man being that he was Irish) and wondered if Harry had a thing for witty men. He was dating Draco, after all.
The young man scowled unseen at Seamus' back as Harry grinned at something he said; Draco couldn't tell what, because he had never tried to interpret what was going on behind that atrociously thick accent. It worried him slightly that Harry laughed so much with Finnigan. Sure, they were good friends, but... well. Draco could make him laugh too, Finnigan, so there. He preened in his lonely little dark corner.
Watching the group of friends in their raucous discussion created split feelings in Draco. He felt happy for Harry; the dark-haired man was obviously enjoying being out and about with old friends, so of course he was happy for Harry. Somehow though, the jokes being bantered about and the great ease with which they treated each other also touched something deep inside of Draco. Something incredibly sad, because he'd never had friends he could make witty banter with. They had been all too busy trying to be witty for the sake of outwitting each other.
Draco always did try to be honest with himself, even when the rest of the world was trying to delude him into thinking that everything was fine. Which meant that the slightly hitched feeling in his chest eased a little as Draco admitted that he was rather jealous of Harry. He had such good friends, he enjoyed life, and he was carefree. The feeling eased because Draco was happy that out of everyone Harry could have chosen to spend his life with, shower his attention on and live with was Draco.
There was something inside of Draco which didn't relax so easily though. He wasn't just jealous of Harry, but he was also insanely jealous of Harry's friends. Or, his suspicious mind insisted, his more-than-friends. They took away a little bit of Harry that Draco couldn't have. They shared a past of joyful memories that Draco didn't have. They took Harry to dinner when Draco wanted to curl up on the sofa and read with him. They didn't get glares shot at them from all sides when they went out together, which was another thing that Draco didn't get.
He didn't understand why Harry would date someone who wasn't 'socially acceptable', because that usually meant that people refused to serve them, or walked away from them in the street, until Harry had started going on the offensive, threatening to badmouth whatever institutions refused to serve Draco to his friends. Those little threats had made Draco's life easier, but that still didn't stop people from scowling at him whilst he was being served.
Draco finished off his drink rather balefully. His previously cosy little corner felt bare now. Huddling with his knees pulled up to his chest, Draco found himself eyeing every little physical contact Harry made with anyone else or anyone else made with him with irritation, even if it was only the slightest brush. He shouldn't have ordered such a large drink, he decided. He was a broody, sullen kind of tipsy person.
Through the night, Draco found himself almost falling out of his own booth trying to watch Harry and his friends. He sent many-a glower at Cho's back, and mimed doing rather crass things to Seamus. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for a second drink. It seemed to amplify his sullenness. To top off his slightly tired, somewhat bitter and very annoyed mood, the smell of food wafted over from their table. They had to rub it into him that he'd forgotten to bring enough money for a full meal, didn't they?
As they stood up, Draco uncurled from his balled up position slightly, and told himself that he'd been paranoid. Harry hadn't done anything more-than-friendly towards the single people. Leaning across the table, Harry methodically gave Hermione a hug and Ron a manly hug. The blond rolled his eyes a little. He wished they’d hurry it up. Ginny got a hug, which didn't seem too worrying. Then Harry embraced Cho too, and Draco almost hexed the kiss he gave her off her plump cheek before she waddled off. The man scowled. He was going to have to tell Harry that he wasn't allowed to kiss anyone anywhere except Draco. Of course, he had to do it in a way which would not give the fact away that Draco had spent a good portion of his evening spying on his boyfriend.
It was with a hearty slap across the back that Seamus joked, "I don't get a kiss too, mate?" Harry ran a hand through his hair casually, tousling it even more than usual and laughed as he leaned in and mimed giving Seamus a kiss. The other man apparently took advantage of this, and did the same thing; he wasn't miming though. Draco could clearly see the startled expression on Harry's face as Seamus gripped his face and firmly Frenched him in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron.
Without a second thought (or, for that matter, a first thought either), the blind launched himself across the room, pounced onto Harry's back and firmly wrenched him away from Finnigan. He glared spectacularly as he clung to his boyfriend. He wasn't aware that he was growling rather animalistically. "Draco," gasped Harry, now doubly shocked that not only had an old friend snogged him in a public place, but that his boyfriend had appeared out of the shadows and 'rescued him', in essence.
"Bugger off, Finnigan," Draco ordered sharply, his words laced with fine threats, not relieving his death grip around Harry's torso. Crushed beneath the blond's possessive arms, Harry attempted to wave at Seamus until Draco shot him a glare too.
The man sighed, and rolled his eyes. "It was just a kiss, Malfoy." He swung his cloak around himself, keeping the table between himself and Draco, lest Draco attack him. "And a good one," he mused with a lilt to his Irish accent. "Lucky git that you are," he winked at Draco, cheerfully lecherous, before disApparating out, utterly unruffled by the events. Draco snarled after him.
"Draco? Why are you here?" Harry's dazed look had almost faded as he picked up his cloak. Turning his back on Draco for just one second proved to be rather dangerous though; Draco launched himself once more on his lover and pushed his mouth onto Harry's, trying to give him the kiss of his life. He poured all his passion and insecurities and anger from his mouth into Harry's as the other man collapsed onto the thankfully empty table.
Finally detaching himself from Harry with a somewhat wet sound, Draco sat up, suddenly aware that he was straddling Harry in the middle of the leaky cauldron, everyone else who had come here to eat having had their appetites either utterly ruined, or very turned on. "Tell me I kiss better than he does," Draco demanded childishly, even as he helped Harry to sit back up.
A soft smile curling over his once again slightly dazed face, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "You kiss better than he does," he reassured, licking his bruised lips. "And you are going to tell me what you're doing here, aren't you?" Draco ignored both the question, and the rising blush on his face at having been caught in the act of spying, and wormed his arms around Harry's neck. Harry Apparated them both home.
Perched comfortably on Harry's lap, who was perched in turn on the plush sofa, Draco nuzzled his head into Harry's neck, smelling faint breaths of cologne and sweat and Harry. "Do I kiss much better than he does?" he asked in a much smaller voice.
Harry pulled him in closer, and turned his head so that Draco's eyelashes fluttered on Harry's skin as he gazed down at the blond. "You kiss much better than Seamus," Harry smiled, somehow much more accepting of the fact that Draco had been spying on him than Draco would have thought.
Maybe he already knew about Draco's worries and paranoia; it would be like Harry to already know, and just accept it as part of Draco.
Maybe one day, Draco would actually accept that Harry really was completely faithful to him.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Beta: twistedm (who, I sadly failed to mention, also beta-read 'All Out', 'Alternative Methods' and 'Belonging'.)
Rating: 12A/PG-13
Word count: 1,848
Notes: A pinch-hit for dracofiend at hds-beltane. (If you're thinking 'Bloody hell, how many fics did she write for hds-beltane?!', the answer is six. One exchange fic, five pinch-hits. xD)
Summary: Draco is somewhat insecure about Harry's fidelity. He doesn't have anything to worry about, but that doesn't stop him from actually worrying.
It wasn't that Draco didn't trust Harry. It wasn't that when Harry reassured Draco that everything was fine that Draco thought that he was lying. He was just ever so... just the tiniest bit... only a little... insecure. Which was why he was secretly stalking his boyfriend along the busy road, having first turned his hair to a rather disgusting muddy brown and made his skin tan with human Transfiguration. He hadn't attempted anything more challenging than colour changes, because they were the simplest thing to do, and he hadn't studied Transfiguration hard enough to attempt anything else without the risk of it going rather horribly wrong.
Although Draco obviously believed Harry when the other man had told him that he was meeting up with some old friends for a drink or two and dinner in Diagon Alley, and he had accepted that readily, that didn't mean that he couldn't... ah, reaffirm with his own two eyes. Which was why, having seen Harry stride into the Leaky Cauldron after random bits of shopping, Draco pushed in after him, seated himself in the darkest corner he could find and still watch his boyfriend, and ordered a very large drink after first changing himself back to his normal appearance and preening in front of his small hand mirror. He suspected that he'd be there for some time, if they were going eat as well.
Around the booth sat Ron and Hermione Weasley next to each other. Draco didn't have anything to worry about them; they were blatantly still in the first stage of their relationship, despite it having lasted three years: the love struck stage. Then there was Ginny Weasley, who the blond eyed cautiously. She had a reputation of sorts for flinging herself at men with enthusiasm, and she had dated Harry in their sixth year.
Then, on Harry's invitation, sat Cho Chang, looking beautifully pregnant, and equally beautiful. Draco watched her too, drinking his drink slowly. He'd heard that pregnant women were usually hormonal, and hormonal to him almost equalled horny. He wasn't completely sure of the logic behind a pregnant woman being particularly horny, but... whatever. It wasn't like he was completely familiar with the mechanics of female pregnancy. She was one to look out for too, pregnant and horny or not.
The last person around the table particularly annoyed Draco though. Seamus Finnigan, as open to any possibility as... as a really open window. Yeah. Draco had heard from Harry that Seamus was very funny, and liked sleeping with anyone as long as they were good looking. Harry hadn't said the two together, of course, but in two different conversations. However, in his mind, Draco had linked these two facts he knew about Finnigan (the only other fact he knew about the other man being that he was Irish) and wondered if Harry had a thing for witty men. He was dating Draco, after all.
The young man scowled unseen at Seamus' back as Harry grinned at something he said; Draco couldn't tell what, because he had never tried to interpret what was going on behind that atrociously thick accent. It worried him slightly that Harry laughed so much with Finnigan. Sure, they were good friends, but... well. Draco could make him laugh too, Finnigan, so there. He preened in his lonely little dark corner.
Watching the group of friends in their raucous discussion created split feelings in Draco. He felt happy for Harry; the dark-haired man was obviously enjoying being out and about with old friends, so of course he was happy for Harry. Somehow though, the jokes being bantered about and the great ease with which they treated each other also touched something deep inside of Draco. Something incredibly sad, because he'd never had friends he could make witty banter with. They had been all too busy trying to be witty for the sake of outwitting each other.
Draco always did try to be honest with himself, even when the rest of the world was trying to delude him into thinking that everything was fine. Which meant that the slightly hitched feeling in his chest eased a little as Draco admitted that he was rather jealous of Harry. He had such good friends, he enjoyed life, and he was carefree. The feeling eased because Draco was happy that out of everyone Harry could have chosen to spend his life with, shower his attention on and live with was Draco.
There was something inside of Draco which didn't relax so easily though. He wasn't just jealous of Harry, but he was also insanely jealous of Harry's friends. Or, his suspicious mind insisted, his more-than-friends. They took away a little bit of Harry that Draco couldn't have. They shared a past of joyful memories that Draco didn't have. They took Harry to dinner when Draco wanted to curl up on the sofa and read with him. They didn't get glares shot at them from all sides when they went out together, which was another thing that Draco didn't get.
He didn't understand why Harry would date someone who wasn't 'socially acceptable', because that usually meant that people refused to serve them, or walked away from them in the street, until Harry had started going on the offensive, threatening to badmouth whatever institutions refused to serve Draco to his friends. Those little threats had made Draco's life easier, but that still didn't stop people from scowling at him whilst he was being served.
Draco finished off his drink rather balefully. His previously cosy little corner felt bare now. Huddling with his knees pulled up to his chest, Draco found himself eyeing every little physical contact Harry made with anyone else or anyone else made with him with irritation, even if it was only the slightest brush. He shouldn't have ordered such a large drink, he decided. He was a broody, sullen kind of tipsy person.
Through the night, Draco found himself almost falling out of his own booth trying to watch Harry and his friends. He sent many-a glower at Cho's back, and mimed doing rather crass things to Seamus. Maybe he shouldn't have asked for a second drink. It seemed to amplify his sullenness. To top off his slightly tired, somewhat bitter and very annoyed mood, the smell of food wafted over from their table. They had to rub it into him that he'd forgotten to bring enough money for a full meal, didn't they?
As they stood up, Draco uncurled from his balled up position slightly, and told himself that he'd been paranoid. Harry hadn't done anything more-than-friendly towards the single people. Leaning across the table, Harry methodically gave Hermione a hug and Ron a manly hug. The blond rolled his eyes a little. He wished they’d hurry it up. Ginny got a hug, which didn't seem too worrying. Then Harry embraced Cho too, and Draco almost hexed the kiss he gave her off her plump cheek before she waddled off. The man scowled. He was going to have to tell Harry that he wasn't allowed to kiss anyone anywhere except Draco. Of course, he had to do it in a way which would not give the fact away that Draco had spent a good portion of his evening spying on his boyfriend.
It was with a hearty slap across the back that Seamus joked, "I don't get a kiss too, mate?" Harry ran a hand through his hair casually, tousling it even more than usual and laughed as he leaned in and mimed giving Seamus a kiss. The other man apparently took advantage of this, and did the same thing; he wasn't miming though. Draco could clearly see the startled expression on Harry's face as Seamus gripped his face and firmly Frenched him in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron.
Without a second thought (or, for that matter, a first thought either), the blind launched himself across the room, pounced onto Harry's back and firmly wrenched him away from Finnigan. He glared spectacularly as he clung to his boyfriend. He wasn't aware that he was growling rather animalistically. "Draco," gasped Harry, now doubly shocked that not only had an old friend snogged him in a public place, but that his boyfriend had appeared out of the shadows and 'rescued him', in essence.
"Bugger off, Finnigan," Draco ordered sharply, his words laced with fine threats, not relieving his death grip around Harry's torso. Crushed beneath the blond's possessive arms, Harry attempted to wave at Seamus until Draco shot him a glare too.
The man sighed, and rolled his eyes. "It was just a kiss, Malfoy." He swung his cloak around himself, keeping the table between himself and Draco, lest Draco attack him. "And a good one," he mused with a lilt to his Irish accent. "Lucky git that you are," he winked at Draco, cheerfully lecherous, before disApparating out, utterly unruffled by the events. Draco snarled after him.
"Draco? Why are you here?" Harry's dazed look had almost faded as he picked up his cloak. Turning his back on Draco for just one second proved to be rather dangerous though; Draco launched himself once more on his lover and pushed his mouth onto Harry's, trying to give him the kiss of his life. He poured all his passion and insecurities and anger from his mouth into Harry's as the other man collapsed onto the thankfully empty table.
Finally detaching himself from Harry with a somewhat wet sound, Draco sat up, suddenly aware that he was straddling Harry in the middle of the leaky cauldron, everyone else who had come here to eat having had their appetites either utterly ruined, or very turned on. "Tell me I kiss better than he does," Draco demanded childishly, even as he helped Harry to sit back up.
A soft smile curling over his once again slightly dazed face, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's waist. "You kiss better than he does," he reassured, licking his bruised lips. "And you are going to tell me what you're doing here, aren't you?" Draco ignored both the question, and the rising blush on his face at having been caught in the act of spying, and wormed his arms around Harry's neck. Harry Apparated them both home.
Perched comfortably on Harry's lap, who was perched in turn on the plush sofa, Draco nuzzled his head into Harry's neck, smelling faint breaths of cologne and sweat and Harry. "Do I kiss much better than he does?" he asked in a much smaller voice.
Harry pulled him in closer, and turned his head so that Draco's eyelashes fluttered on Harry's skin as he gazed down at the blond. "You kiss much better than Seamus," Harry smiled, somehow much more accepting of the fact that Draco had been spying on him than Draco would have thought.
Maybe he already knew about Draco's worries and paranoia; it would be like Harry to already know, and just accept it as part of Draco.
Maybe one day, Draco would actually accept that Harry really was completely faithful to him.