Fic: HP, (bz/dm), drabble, "a simple plan"
Title: "a simple plan"
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: G
Contains: fluff
Characters; Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters are of legal age.
Summary: Draco and Blaise elope escape to Greece. Before France.
Author's Notes: For toujours_nigel, who graciously gave me the prompt of Draco/Blaise elopement fluff. Both you and those boys make me go awww ♥
Blaise POV.
Lollyverse
“Come away with me,” Draco whispers into his shoulder, arms wrapping from behind around his waist and reaching to settle finally on the tops of his thighs.
“Are you mad?” Blaise laughs, knowing full well that he’s entirely serious, from the way the fingers tremble as they pull anxiously at the thick cloth.
“I’m mad about you,” mutters Draco, and it’s all very spontaneous, isn’t it, this decision they’ve been making for months. “We’ll go-to Italy, to Turkey, to-Greece; Thrace, come away with me to Thrace-” his voice hushed, near worried.
“What about your mother?”
“She -- it’s not her; don’t talk about her.”
“All right, then.”
“Good.”
*
Packing is strangely anticlimactic - one of his mother’s elves does it for him, and sends his things ahead with instructions not to disclose their final destination under pain of death.
So he shows up the train station - yes, the train station; we must try and preserve some air of mystery about the whole thing - with only a small bag in hand, containing a single change of clothes, a flask, and some documents too important to leave to chance.
Draco knows the place, and Blaise Side-Alongs with him out from behind the building.
*
They arrive on the steps of the villa with their fingers linked, the breath finding its way back into their lungs as the sunlight glints at their eyes, a change from the clouds of London.
A bird lets out a desperate shriek and it’s then the adrenaline hits, surging through him like a violent bubble of laughter that can’t quite escape because it’s absurd, isn’t it, that they’re finally free, and it was all so very simple
Draco, still clasping Blaise’s hand, brings it to his mouth, and presses a kiss to the knuckles.
Word Count: 300
Author: whitmans_kiss
Rating: G
Contains: fluff
Characters; Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of J.K. Rowling. I make no profit from this piece of fiction. All characters are of legal age.
Summary: Draco and Blaise elope escape to Greece. Before France.
Author's Notes: For toujours_nigel, who graciously gave me the prompt of Draco/Blaise elopement fluff. Both you and those boys make me go awww ♥
Blaise POV.
Lollyverse
“Come away with me,” Draco whispers into his shoulder, arms wrapping from behind around his waist and reaching to settle finally on the tops of his thighs.
“Are you mad?” Blaise laughs, knowing full well that he’s entirely serious, from the way the fingers tremble as they pull anxiously at the thick cloth.
“I’m mad about you,” mutters Draco, and it’s all very spontaneous, isn’t it, this decision they’ve been making for months. “We’ll go-to Italy, to Turkey, to-Greece; Thrace, come away with me to Thrace-” his voice hushed, near worried.
“What about your mother?”
“She -- it’s not her; don’t talk about her.”
“All right, then.”
“Good.”
*
Packing is strangely anticlimactic - one of his mother’s elves does it for him, and sends his things ahead with instructions not to disclose their final destination under pain of death.
So he shows up the train station - yes, the train station; we must try and preserve some air of mystery about the whole thing - with only a small bag in hand, containing a single change of clothes, a flask, and some documents too important to leave to chance.
Draco knows the place, and Blaise Side-Alongs with him out from behind the building.
*
They arrive on the steps of the villa with their fingers linked, the breath finding its way back into their lungs as the sunlight glints at their eyes, a change from the clouds of London.
A bird lets out a desperate shriek and it’s then the adrenaline hits, surging through him like a violent bubble of laughter that can’t quite escape because it’s absurd, isn’t it, that they’re finally free, and it was all so very simple
Draco, still clasping Blaise’s hand, brings it to his mouth, and presses a kiss to the knuckles.