All I Want for Christmas (Is You) - I Wonder As I Wander
Title: I Wonder As I Wander
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 1,035
Characters/Pairings: Harry (eventual H/D)
Rating: R
Warning: Harry-centric. He is so very confused, bless him.
Summary: Harry takes a walk and thinks about Draco.
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: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 13 - Snowy telephone booth, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Lonely nights. Part thirteen of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
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Part One
Tightening his coat against the chill in the air, Harry walked across the road towards the park he liked to bring Teddy with the playground and the little duck pond. This was his preferred route home from Diagon Alley, mostly because of its great view of the park.
One of Harry’s favorite things to do since moving into his own place was to take long walks around his neighborhood. No matter what time of the year, he loved spending his evenings outside, enjoying all the fascinating sights and sounds of London. There were usually some interesting people out and about and always new things to see. Plus, walking allowed him to take the time to think things through and really focus when he was struggling with something.
Like he was now with Draco.
He honestly didn’t understand what was going on between them. Every time Draco was nearby, Harry felt a rush of emotions that was difficult to decipher. He wanted to be near him and spend time with him, yet felt strangely off-center whenever he was. Like yesterday when Draco had linked their arms together, or during their lovely sleigh ride around the manor. Harry shivered as he remembered sitting so close to Draco for those few hours, and it had nothing to do with the snow currently falling down around him.
He reasoned that he was probably just lonely, what with it being so close to Christmas. How many nights did he lie alone in bed, wishing there was someone next to him? He had wonderful friends and family in the Weasleys, and he loved Teddy more than anything. Sometimes though, he’d see an obviously happy couple holding hands or kissing, and he found himself wishing he had someone to do those things with. It had been so long since he was with Ginny, and while he didn’t see her that way anymore, he still missed what they’d had together, brief as it was. Harry must be feeling even more lonesome than he realized if he was getting so flustered about Draco simply touching his arm.
He could honestly say that he considered Draco his friend now. He was just so witty and nice and attractive and around all the time. Plus, the man was amazing with Teddy. Harry couldn’t help but see the positive changes in Draco, and he even found that he liked the things that hadn’t changed too. Draco was an enigma. He could be cold and calculating, but also sweet and gentle. It was infuriatingly endearing.
He was also completely impossible to shop for. Harry had spent all afternoon in Diagon Alley trying to find something for his Secret Santa gift to no avail. Maybe he should ask Mrs. Malfoy or Dromeda for suggestions. He imagined the look on Draco’s face if he opened a package of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products and smiled.
He did that a lot around Draco these days. Smile. And that was one of the many reasons why it would be such a horrible idea to even entertain thoughts of him and Draco as anything more than friends. Absolutely dreadful. He wasn’t totally clueless, even if Hermione thought he was at times. He knew what she was hinting at, alright.
But it had taken them ten years to get to this point, and Harry did not want to rock the boat, or do anything that might ruin their relationship as it was now.
Not to mention that the realization of his bisexuality was still relatively new for him. He’d had a lot more time to think about what he wanted, and to do things for himself after the war. He hadn’t exactly been shocked to discover he liked blokes as well, but it had still taken some time to get used to admitting it. It was something he’d always instinctively known, but never before let himself acknowledge. The only people he had told so far were Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. He wasn’t ashamed or anything, he just didn’t feel like the whole Wizarding World needed to know his sexual orientation. He’d had enough of everyone always being in his business. He would tell the rest of his friends and family when the time felt right.
He knew that Draco was openly gay, and had even thought about talking to him about it before, but ultimately decided against it. He felt strange and embarrassed around Draco enough as it was without bringing sex into the conversation.
As he rounded a curve in the sidewalk, snow crunching satisfyingly under his feet, a bright red telephone booth came into sight up ahead. At first glance he thought someone was using it to make a call, but as he moved closer he realized that there were actually two people inside the small space. A man and a woman were jammed inside, pressed closely together and snogging enthusiastically enough to fog up the windows.
He averted his eyes as he kept walking past the couple, and he knew he was blushing. He couldn’t help it; his brain had suddenly provided him with the startling image of Draco pressing him into that phone booth and snogging him silly. Bloody hell, but just thinking about it was incredibly hot. Way too hot, in fact. Harry could feel himself growing hard in his jeans.
Stop it! He’s your friend, you prat. He’s a huge part of Teddy’s life. You can’t go around fantasizing about him and bollocks it all up, he thought frantically. He really needed to get a hold of himself, and fast. Quickening his pace, he turned onto his street gratefully, wanting nothing but a shower and some calming tea. And maybe a quick wank to relieve his current situation. No, wait. He needed to take his mind off of Draco, not to think about him while he jerked off. That would be the opposite of helpful right now.
He groaned and jogged the last few steps up to his building. He had no idea what to do about his apparent attraction to Draco, but one thing he did know was that if Draco ever found out what he was thinking, he would most likely be walking funny the next day.
TBC...
Part Fourteen
Author: sophia_clark
Word Count: 1,035
Characters/Pairings: Harry (eventual H/D)
Rating: R
Warning: Harry-centric. He is so very confused, bless him.
Summary: Harry takes a walk and thinks about Draco.
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: Written for slythindor100's 25 Days of Draco & Harry Traditional Prompt 13 - Snowy telephone booth, & for dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt - Lonely nights. Part thirteen of All I Want for Christmas (Is You). The title for each part will be a different Christmas song/carol, because I love them all! :)
Read on AO3
Part One
Tightening his coat against the chill in the air, Harry walked across the road towards the park he liked to bring Teddy with the playground and the little duck pond. This was his preferred route home from Diagon Alley, mostly because of its great view of the park.
One of Harry’s favorite things to do since moving into his own place was to take long walks around his neighborhood. No matter what time of the year, he loved spending his evenings outside, enjoying all the fascinating sights and sounds of London. There were usually some interesting people out and about and always new things to see. Plus, walking allowed him to take the time to think things through and really focus when he was struggling with something.
Like he was now with Draco.
He honestly didn’t understand what was going on between them. Every time Draco was nearby, Harry felt a rush of emotions that was difficult to decipher. He wanted to be near him and spend time with him, yet felt strangely off-center whenever he was. Like yesterday when Draco had linked their arms together, or during their lovely sleigh ride around the manor. Harry shivered as he remembered sitting so close to Draco for those few hours, and it had nothing to do with the snow currently falling down around him.
He reasoned that he was probably just lonely, what with it being so close to Christmas. How many nights did he lie alone in bed, wishing there was someone next to him? He had wonderful friends and family in the Weasleys, and he loved Teddy more than anything. Sometimes though, he’d see an obviously happy couple holding hands or kissing, and he found himself wishing he had someone to do those things with. It had been so long since he was with Ginny, and while he didn’t see her that way anymore, he still missed what they’d had together, brief as it was. Harry must be feeling even more lonesome than he realized if he was getting so flustered about Draco simply touching his arm.
He could honestly say that he considered Draco his friend now. He was just so witty and nice and attractive and around all the time. Plus, the man was amazing with Teddy. Harry couldn’t help but see the positive changes in Draco, and he even found that he liked the things that hadn’t changed too. Draco was an enigma. He could be cold and calculating, but also sweet and gentle. It was infuriatingly endearing.
He was also completely impossible to shop for. Harry had spent all afternoon in Diagon Alley trying to find something for his Secret Santa gift to no avail. Maybe he should ask Mrs. Malfoy or Dromeda for suggestions. He imagined the look on Draco’s face if he opened a package of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products and smiled.
He did that a lot around Draco these days. Smile. And that was one of the many reasons why it would be such a horrible idea to even entertain thoughts of him and Draco as anything more than friends. Absolutely dreadful. He wasn’t totally clueless, even if Hermione thought he was at times. He knew what she was hinting at, alright.
But it had taken them ten years to get to this point, and Harry did not want to rock the boat, or do anything that might ruin their relationship as it was now.
Not to mention that the realization of his bisexuality was still relatively new for him. He’d had a lot more time to think about what he wanted, and to do things for himself after the war. He hadn’t exactly been shocked to discover he liked blokes as well, but it had still taken some time to get used to admitting it. It was something he’d always instinctively known, but never before let himself acknowledge. The only people he had told so far were Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. He wasn’t ashamed or anything, he just didn’t feel like the whole Wizarding World needed to know his sexual orientation. He’d had enough of everyone always being in his business. He would tell the rest of his friends and family when the time felt right.
He knew that Draco was openly gay, and had even thought about talking to him about it before, but ultimately decided against it. He felt strange and embarrassed around Draco enough as it was without bringing sex into the conversation.
As he rounded a curve in the sidewalk, snow crunching satisfyingly under his feet, a bright red telephone booth came into sight up ahead. At first glance he thought someone was using it to make a call, but as he moved closer he realized that there were actually two people inside the small space. A man and a woman were jammed inside, pressed closely together and snogging enthusiastically enough to fog up the windows.
He averted his eyes as he kept walking past the couple, and he knew he was blushing. He couldn’t help it; his brain had suddenly provided him with the startling image of Draco pressing him into that phone booth and snogging him silly. Bloody hell, but just thinking about it was incredibly hot. Way too hot, in fact. Harry could feel himself growing hard in his jeans.
Stop it! He’s your friend, you prat. He’s a huge part of Teddy’s life. You can’t go around fantasizing about him and bollocks it all up, he thought frantically. He really needed to get a hold of himself, and fast. Quickening his pace, he turned onto his street gratefully, wanting nothing but a shower and some calming tea. And maybe a quick wank to relieve his current situation. No, wait. He needed to take his mind off of Draco, not to think about him while he jerked off. That would be the opposite of helpful right now.
He groaned and jogged the last few steps up to his building. He had no idea what to do about his apparent attraction to Draco, but one thing he did know was that if Draco ever found out what he was thinking, he would most likely be walking funny the next day.
TBC...
Part Fourteen