[Fic:] To meet you again 2/25
Title: To meet you again 2/25
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 506
Rating: PG (for now)
Prompt: for slythindor100 second prompt:
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: there will be rare pairs, and characters you might not expect!
To meet you again 2
Harry stayed with Draco, until the man woke up from his potion induced sleep. Draco was obviously still out of sorts, but he smiled at Harry, when he noticed him. It was this sweet innocent smile that broke Harry's heart each day a little more.
"Slept well?" he asked in a warm voice, moving to sit on the bed.
"Yes I did. I dreamed of flying over never ending green. And then there was a maze! It was full of flowers and there was this huuuuuge house, in this strange white stone, it was glowing. And- and- and one site of this house was covered in this plant, but for one door. It was a wooden door, with some sort of pattern on it. But anyway, I knew I could enter and then I would get fluffy cake and hot chocolate, but I wanted to keep flying. It was a good dream! I like flying," Draco narrated with glittering eyes. "When can I go back to fly again, Harry? You said I only have to stay until the pain goes away. See I'm all better now. Don't you want to take me home? Was I bad?" Draco's fingers had a tight grip on the blanked, and like a scowled child he didn't dare to look Harry in the eyes.
"I know you feel all better already, Draco. You are a strong boy after all, right?" Harry smiled with more enthusiasm than he felt. "But we have to wait until the healer allowes me to take you home," he continued.
"But-but... I can alrea-" Draco started to protest before he was interrupted by his own big yawn.
"No buts, young man! For tonight you will go to sleep and maybe I can take you somewhere tomorrow, yeah? Sounds good?" Harry asked.
"Yeah Harry, sounds good. I always have so much fun with you," Draco mumbled already half asleep again.
The moment Draco's eyes closed, Harry's smile vanished.
Fun days, indeed. Most of the time they couldn't even leave the sparsely furnished room, and that where the days when Draco was even coherent enough to notice.
"Good night, Mr Potter!"
"Good night, Jessica. I'll see you in the morning," Harry replied, by now familiar with the hospital staff and routine.
At first he walked briskly, trying to leave the hospital behind, but then with every step his pace slowed. Around him snow was falling and London at night provided a seldom romantic sight. Everywhere he noticed couples being cosy together.
He halted abruptly.
What was he doing?
He turned around and walked back the way he had come, past the hospital and finally slipped into Diagon Ally.
He walked down the street until near the end, where for nearly five years now a chick and stylish Restaurant had moved in.
As every year the Christmas decorations were well chosen and spread a warm feeling.
He entered, pushed past the host and went straight to the bar.
"I give up. I can't take it anymore. You were right and I was a fool. Three years and fuck if I know how many days. Whoever bet on today give him the fucking pot and make him pay for me to get drunk!" he declared, sloping down on the barstool.
At least he managed for the first time ever to wrong foot the incredible easy going, always smug Blaise Zabini.
If Draco were here, he would enjoy the sight.
But that was the crux of it all, Draco simply wasn't here.
Part 3
Author: smirkingcat
Word Count: 506
Rating: PG (for now)
Prompt: for slythindor100 second prompt:
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: there will be rare pairs, and characters you might not expect!
To meet you again 2
Harry stayed with Draco, until the man woke up from his potion induced sleep. Draco was obviously still out of sorts, but he smiled at Harry, when he noticed him. It was this sweet innocent smile that broke Harry's heart each day a little more.
"Slept well?" he asked in a warm voice, moving to sit on the bed.
"Yes I did. I dreamed of flying over never ending green. And then there was a maze! It was full of flowers and there was this huuuuuge house, in this strange white stone, it was glowing. And- and- and one site of this house was covered in this plant, but for one door. It was a wooden door, with some sort of pattern on it. But anyway, I knew I could enter and then I would get fluffy cake and hot chocolate, but I wanted to keep flying. It was a good dream! I like flying," Draco narrated with glittering eyes. "When can I go back to fly again, Harry? You said I only have to stay until the pain goes away. See I'm all better now. Don't you want to take me home? Was I bad?" Draco's fingers had a tight grip on the blanked, and like a scowled child he didn't dare to look Harry in the eyes.
"I know you feel all better already, Draco. You are a strong boy after all, right?" Harry smiled with more enthusiasm than he felt. "But we have to wait until the healer allowes me to take you home," he continued.
"But-but... I can alrea-" Draco started to protest before he was interrupted by his own big yawn.
"No buts, young man! For tonight you will go to sleep and maybe I can take you somewhere tomorrow, yeah? Sounds good?" Harry asked.
"Yeah Harry, sounds good. I always have so much fun with you," Draco mumbled already half asleep again.
The moment Draco's eyes closed, Harry's smile vanished.
Fun days, indeed. Most of the time they couldn't even leave the sparsely furnished room, and that where the days when Draco was even coherent enough to notice.
"Good night, Mr Potter!"
"Good night, Jessica. I'll see you in the morning," Harry replied, by now familiar with the hospital staff and routine.
At first he walked briskly, trying to leave the hospital behind, but then with every step his pace slowed. Around him snow was falling and London at night provided a seldom romantic sight. Everywhere he noticed couples being cosy together.
He halted abruptly.
What was he doing?
He turned around and walked back the way he had come, past the hospital and finally slipped into Diagon Ally.
He walked down the street until near the end, where for nearly five years now a chick and stylish Restaurant had moved in.
As every year the Christmas decorations were well chosen and spread a warm feeling.
He entered, pushed past the host and went straight to the bar.
"I give up. I can't take it anymore. You were right and I was a fool. Three years and fuck if I know how many days. Whoever bet on today give him the fucking pot and make him pay for me to get drunk!" he declared, sloping down on the barstool.
At least he managed for the first time ever to wrong foot the incredible easy going, always smug Blaise Zabini.
If Draco were here, he would enjoy the sight.
But that was the crux of it all, Draco simply wasn't here.
Part 3