Little Insecurities - PG-13 - Harry/Draco - Oneshot
Title: Little Insecurities
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry ponders over his and his friend's relationships.
Word Count: 1625
Info: Beta read by kcstories a while a go.
The way he carried himself was almost fluid.
Harry had always been a little bit awkward, a little bit unsure, but Draco walked as if he knew exactly where his next step would take him. He was so self-assured and Harry never failed to envy him.
Even after all these years, Harry was worried about what the future might bring, what life would throw at him next, yet Draco seemed so unfazed by everything going on around him. He was beautiful in his arrogance and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he walked across the small staff room he and his friends often frequented at lunchtime.
“Harry, are you alright?”
Harry snapped back to the conversation he had rudely zoned out of as soon as Draco had walked into the room. He once again met Hermione’s eyes, blushing lightly at having been caught staring. She turned and looked over her shoulder to see the object of Harry’s distraction and rolled her eyes.
“Um, yes, sorry, you were saying… um… Vampires in…?” Harry’s face was an adorable shade of crimson and he was pointedly trying to look anywhere but at Hermione, or Draco for that matter.
“Manchester, Harry. Really, you have to learn to focus. Shacklebolt is never going to promote you if you keep zoning out like that.”
Harry blushed even further and chewed nervously at his lower lip. He couldn’t help himself. When Draco was around he just could not focus. There was something wonderfully alluring about the other man he just wanted to reach out and touch. Right now there was a lock of white blonde hair that begged to be pushed back from Draco’s forehead and Harry felt his fingers twitch. He sighed longingly.
“Besides, don’t you get quite enough of him at home?” Hermione chuckled, and patted Harry on the knee.
“Um… yes… well…” Harry’s eyes snapped back to her and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“You’ve been together for almost six years, Harry, and you still stare at him like a love sick teenager.” Hermione chuckled again and Harry glowered at her.
“I do not!” he protested indignantly.
“Harry, you’re blushing like a fourteen year old.” His friend grinned cheekily. She had obviously been spending too much time with George Weasley of late.
“Is it a bad thing that I still find my husband desirable?”
“No, not at all. I wish Ron still stared at me like that!”
“Oh, don’t be silly; of course he does.” Harry swatted her arm and frowned as Hermione tugged at her dark green robes self-consciously. She was twenty-six and Harry was pretty sure there were times she still wondered what Ron saw in her. She had never recognised her own self worth and it was something that had always saddened Harry. Harry knew what that felt like too, as he often wondered the same thing about Draco.
Draco had never bought into the hero worship that most of the wizarding world laid upon Harry on almost a daily basis, so Harry knew he wasn’t there because of that, but sometimes Harry wondered what Draco truly saw in him. Harry’s hair was always in disarray, he still wore glasses even if they weren’t the horrid kind he’d worn for most his life. He couldn’t remember the last time he had bought a new robe, or any new clothing for that matter. Most of the time he looked a complete mess.
He and Hermione were most definitely two peas in a pod when it came to their partners but at least she had managed to tame her wild hair.
“I’m frumpy and bookish, more so since I gave birth to Rosie…” Hermione sighed sadly.
“You’re an idiot. If I was sitting with Ron right now and you walked into the room, do you really think he’d still be talking to me about Quidditch? When you’re in the room, his eyes never leave you! Especially if you’re wearing that grey pencil skirt of yours.” Harry smirked in a truly Malfoy manner and Hermione blushed.
“You’re just being nice.” Hermione pushed a curl of hair behind her ear and blushed profusely.
“No, I’m not; Ron loves you as much as he ever has…”
“Talking about me?” Ron stood at Harry’s elbow, frowning down at his wife and best friend.
“Yes, please tell your wife how gorgeous she is so she’ll shut up.” Harry grinned up at him and stood from their table, intending to find his husband.
Draco was standing across the room pouring a cup of coffee when Harry sidled up to him.
“Why didn’t you come over?”
“And break up your little Gryffindor pow-wow? Just a cup of coffee for me, thanks!” Draco said softly.
Harry frowned. “You know it’s not like that. You’re always welcome. Ron and Hermione like having you around.” Harry wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist and frowned at the stiffness in his husband’s shoulders.
“No. They put up with me. They must wonder why you’re with me,” Draco said softly, and refused to meet Harry’s eye. Harry grinned and pulled Draco closer. They all had their insecurities; all spent time wondering why the people around them loved them and cared.
“I don’t care if they wonder why I’m with you. I’m with you because I love you. You’re my life.” Harry grinned and pressed a soft kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco allowed himself to smile softly and ran a hand slowly up Harry’s arm.
“Your hair’s looking gorgeous today, like you’ve just been shagged.” Draco grinned, making Harry blush.
“My hair is awful as usual.” Harry frowned and pinched his arm.
“Your hair never looks awful, you fool.”
Harry met Draco’s eye, looking for any sort of mocking.
“I love you,” Draco whispered and smiled softly before brushing a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek and wandering back to his office.
Harry looked over at his best friends and smiled softly at Ron who was sitting close to Hermione and listening intently to what she was saying. He had a lock of curly hair wrapped around his finger and he was examining her face with the kind of reverence a man would only show when truly in love.
Hermione was an idiot, Harry decided, and just maybe he was one himself, too.
Author: screaminglungs
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry ponders over his and his friend's relationships.
Word Count: 1625
Info: Beta read by kcstories a while a go.
The way he carried himself was almost fluid.
Harry had always been a little bit awkward, a little bit unsure, but Draco walked as if he knew exactly where his next step would take him. He was so self-assured and Harry never failed to envy him.
Even after all these years, Harry was worried about what the future might bring, what life would throw at him next, yet Draco seemed so unfazed by everything going on around him. He was beautiful in his arrogance and Harry couldn’t take his eyes off of him as he walked across the small staff room he and his friends often frequented at lunchtime.
“Harry, are you alright?”
Harry snapped back to the conversation he had rudely zoned out of as soon as Draco had walked into the room. He once again met Hermione’s eyes, blushing lightly at having been caught staring. She turned and looked over her shoulder to see the object of Harry’s distraction and rolled her eyes.
“Um, yes, sorry, you were saying… um… Vampires in…?” Harry’s face was an adorable shade of crimson and he was pointedly trying to look anywhere but at Hermione, or Draco for that matter.
“Manchester, Harry. Really, you have to learn to focus. Shacklebolt is never going to promote you if you keep zoning out like that.”
Harry blushed even further and chewed nervously at his lower lip. He couldn’t help himself. When Draco was around he just could not focus. There was something wonderfully alluring about the other man he just wanted to reach out and touch. Right now there was a lock of white blonde hair that begged to be pushed back from Draco’s forehead and Harry felt his fingers twitch. He sighed longingly.
“Besides, don’t you get quite enough of him at home?” Hermione chuckled, and patted Harry on the knee.
“Um… yes… well…” Harry’s eyes snapped back to her and he cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“You’ve been together for almost six years, Harry, and you still stare at him like a love sick teenager.” Hermione chuckled again and Harry glowered at her.
“I do not!” he protested indignantly.
“Harry, you’re blushing like a fourteen year old.” His friend grinned cheekily. She had obviously been spending too much time with George Weasley of late.
“Is it a bad thing that I still find my husband desirable?”
“No, not at all. I wish Ron still stared at me like that!”
“Oh, don’t be silly; of course he does.” Harry swatted her arm and frowned as Hermione tugged at her dark green robes self-consciously. She was twenty-six and Harry was pretty sure there were times she still wondered what Ron saw in her. She had never recognised her own self worth and it was something that had always saddened Harry. Harry knew what that felt like too, as he often wondered the same thing about Draco.
Draco had never bought into the hero worship that most of the wizarding world laid upon Harry on almost a daily basis, so Harry knew he wasn’t there because of that, but sometimes Harry wondered what Draco truly saw in him. Harry’s hair was always in disarray, he still wore glasses even if they weren’t the horrid kind he’d worn for most his life. He couldn’t remember the last time he had bought a new robe, or any new clothing for that matter. Most of the time he looked a complete mess.
He and Hermione were most definitely two peas in a pod when it came to their partners but at least she had managed to tame her wild hair.
“I’m frumpy and bookish, more so since I gave birth to Rosie…” Hermione sighed sadly.
“You’re an idiot. If I was sitting with Ron right now and you walked into the room, do you really think he’d still be talking to me about Quidditch? When you’re in the room, his eyes never leave you! Especially if you’re wearing that grey pencil skirt of yours.” Harry smirked in a truly Malfoy manner and Hermione blushed.
“You’re just being nice.” Hermione pushed a curl of hair behind her ear and blushed profusely.
“No, I’m not; Ron loves you as much as he ever has…”
“Talking about me?” Ron stood at Harry’s elbow, frowning down at his wife and best friend.
“Yes, please tell your wife how gorgeous she is so she’ll shut up.” Harry grinned up at him and stood from their table, intending to find his husband.
Draco was standing across the room pouring a cup of coffee when Harry sidled up to him.
“Why didn’t you come over?”
“And break up your little Gryffindor pow-wow? Just a cup of coffee for me, thanks!” Draco said softly.
Harry frowned. “You know it’s not like that. You’re always welcome. Ron and Hermione like having you around.” Harry wrapped an arm around Draco’s waist and frowned at the stiffness in his husband’s shoulders.
“No. They put up with me. They must wonder why you’re with me,” Draco said softly, and refused to meet Harry’s eye. Harry grinned and pulled Draco closer. They all had their insecurities; all spent time wondering why the people around them loved them and cared.
“I don’t care if they wonder why I’m with you. I’m with you because I love you. You’re my life.” Harry grinned and pressed a soft kiss to Draco’s lips. Draco allowed himself to smile softly and ran a hand slowly up Harry’s arm.
“Your hair’s looking gorgeous today, like you’ve just been shagged.” Draco grinned, making Harry blush.
“My hair is awful as usual.” Harry frowned and pinched his arm.
“Your hair never looks awful, you fool.”
Harry met Draco’s eye, looking for any sort of mocking.
“I love you,” Draco whispered and smiled softly before brushing a soft kiss to Harry’s cheek and wandering back to his office.
Harry looked over at his best friends and smiled softly at Ron who was sitting close to Hermione and listening intently to what she was saying. He had a lock of curly hair wrapped around his finger and he was examining her face with the kind of reverence a man would only show when truly in love.
Hermione was an idiot, Harry decided, and just maybe he was one himself, too.