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 Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 11:13 am
I've been lurking about for a time and trying to figure out what the best way to go about this writing challenge. I believe I will do each day's challenge as different fanfics (I hope this is alright? I didn't see anything that said otherwise). I will likely be starting today and hopefully get a few out as to play catch up heart
Week 1:
001. New Beginnings
002. Cause/Effect
003. Peace of Mind
004. Childhood Memories
005. Speed
006. Mayhem
007. Gilding a Lily
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 2:58 pm
Prompt One: New Beginnings
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry+Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Draco says a bad word!
"...and here is where the Department for Regulation of Magical Creatures," Head Auror Thompson said, waving his right hand down a hall as they passed. Harry heard what he would have thought was a lion if he was in the Muggle world but the red-robed witches walking the hall didn't so much as flinch at the resounding roar. "You may sometimes need to collaborate with them from time to time."
Harry nodded as the broad-shouldered man turned to c**k an eye at him. Kingsley, who had been put into office as the new Minister of Magic, had been willing to accept all who wished to who had fought in the war as Aurors with or without OWLS and Harry had jumped on the opportunity. It was after the Death Eater trials and countless funerals and Harry wanted nothing more than to throw himself into catching those who had gotten away.
"This is your office, which you'll be sharing with the partner assigned to you."
Those words had Harry frowning at the older male. "Isn't Ron my partner?"
The look the man shot him told Harry what he thought of that question. He replied with, "Not everyone can be partnered with their best mate. We choose how to pair you up based on level of skill and how your magic compliments one another. Mr. Weasley," he continued when Harry opened his mouth. "Is not compatible with you."
Teeth clicking together from the force of his mouth closing Harry said nothing, swallowing back the protests that he wanted to make. /Partners get reassigned all the time,/ he reasoned, giving the Head Auror a sharp nod. /He probably wants to see if we can stand on our own rather than thinking the life of an Auror like some sort of fraternity house./
Thompson eyed Harry for a moment longer, nodded, then waved a hand. "Go introduce yourself. Any questions you may have can surely wait until the end of the day." Without another word the wizard turned, robes snapping impressively as he stalked down the corridor.
Harry waited until the Head had turned down a hall before sighing aloud. "In for the pence, in for the pound," he murmured as he reached for the door handle, turning the knob to push open and stepping into the room. /Who could they have thought a better match for me than someone who fought beside me during the war?/
The answer came as curious green eyes fixed on the tall, pale figure in dove grey robes standing by one of the office's two desks, blond head turning to look over his shoulder. "Potter. I should have known."
"Malfoy?" The depth of Harry's shock couldn't be put into words. He stood, hand still on the door knob, jaw nearly fallen to his feet. The cool look on the other male's face shifted into a smirk, pale brow rising.
"As much as I love it when people ogle me, you may want to close the door before one of your fans comes by and figures I've Stupified you."
It was a credit to his shock that Harry did as he was bid without question, pushing the door closed as he continued to stand and stare. "You're my partner? You're an -Auror-? How?"
The coolness of Malfoy's previous gaze was back in an instant, blond turning and tilting his chin up at an angle. "Any idiot can pass the basic standards needed to enter the program," Malfoy drawled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Even without the benefit of a free ride. With all charges dropped against me, there was no legal reason for them to deny my enrollment and title, once I passed."
Harry couldn't help but shake his head. No, if he was asked Malfoy would have been the very last person on his list of suspected partners. He also wouldn't have thought that Malfoy would want to enter the Auror program in the first place. "Sorry, I didn't mean it that way." Harry would have grinned at the shock that seemed to race through Malfoy at the words if he didn't think it would be taken the wrong way. "I'm just- why did you join, is what I meant."
Malfoy stared for a long moment. Long enough that Harry reached up to tug at the thick, dark curls of his hair to try and flatten them out. He was just about to tell the other to forget it when Malfoy spoke up. "Because I could. Because I want to do anything that people think that I can't, just because of the Mark on my arm." His eyes flashed suddenly with the heat of anger though Harry was fairly certain it wasn't directed at him. "And because I want to hunt down all the bastards who would do all they could to make sure another Dark Lord came forth. All the ones who ran away, destroyed lives, ruined futures - I want them to pay."
It wasn't the answer that he was expecting but Harry could feel the truth and passion rolling off of Malfoy in waves. He had grown taller than Harry remembered from the trials, the gauntness in his limbs and face filled out and hair as sleek and soft-looking as ever. While during the war and the trials Malfoy's shoulders were drawn in, body hunched as if trying to make himself smaller without appearing to do so standing before Harry was a man grown, back straight and gaze direct, ready to face any challenge that may come head-on.
Harry straightened his own spine, licked his lips, then nodded. "Alright," he said, his own dark-lashed eyes locked on Malfoy's. "Fair enough. I apologize for offending you. We should start over."
Taking a half-dozen steps to lessen the distance between them Harry kept his gaze on Malfoy's, ignoring the way the other male tensed as he drew near. "Hello, my name's Harry Potter. I'm your new Auror partner." Harry held out his hand in the space held between them, managing a slight smile.
Malfoy stared at the outstretched hand until the fingers started to tremble from being held up for so long. It was when Harry was realizing how similar the moment was to the time on the train, years ago, with two children in reversed positions that Malfoy reached out, slowly at first though the hand that grasped his own was warm and grip sure.
"Draco Malfoy." The voice was deeper than that of the boy from a figure who had matured in more ways than one. "Auror. I hope we get on well."
It was a renewal, of sorts. A new beginning between former rivals, a wiping of the slate. The smile on Harry's lips grew more genuine and he gave their joined hands a pump, nodding. "I look forward to it."
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 7:51 am
Prompt Two: Cause/Effect
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairings: Harry+Draco
Rating: G
Warnings: Harry being kinda creepy? XD
Note: I won't always be doing stories on this fandom or pairing, I'm just really loving these two right now heart
Harry watched his partner do his daily routine, attention seemingly on the pile of paperwork before him. The blond had come in and shut the door firmly behind him, expression fitted into an icy mask. /Either his mum has been on his case again or the other Aurors are giving him a hard time,/ Harry figured as Draco - and wasn't that strange, to think of him as Draco - stalked over to the disgustingly tidy desk. They had been working with one another for just over a month and Harry had not only learned the tall blond's patterns but had grown to trust him as much as he did Ron or Hermione; at least, when it came to his life.
Without a word Harry pushed the steaming mug of tea he had closer to the edge of his desk. It would have been a smoother motion had he not had to zig-zag it around his quill stand, ink, photograph of his parents, another stack of papers and a half-empty box of Botts Everflavor Beans but it came with the ease of practice..
Sure enough Draco spun away from his desk and stalked over to Harry, snatching up the mug and managing not to spill any of it. Harry had actually made it to Draco's preferences rather than his own and was pleased to see the slow blink that followed the blond's sip, along with the tilting of Draco's head as he fixed his gaze on Harry for the first time since entering the room. "You know how I take my tea?"
"Once upon a time mugs set on my desk would be for me," Harry said, head still tilted down at the report though he watched the blond through midnight lashes. "I've come to accept that is no longer the case."
The blond huffed but the effect had been almost instant. The tense lines of Draco's form softened, shoulders relaxing from their ridged-straight state and some of the ice melting away from his eyes. Said eyes closed as he took another mouthful of tea, the mug lowering to reveal the tip of a pink tongue for half a moment. "Damn straight. Everything in a room a Malfoy enters belongs to said Malfoy."
"I'll keep an eye on my Gallons, then."
Harry saw as his partner seemed to debate chucking the mug at his head. Apparently he had done his job well enough that Draco was reluctant to give up the entirely too-sweet-for-his-own-tastes tea. "So who was it?" While Draco was calmer for the moment Harry knew that leaving the subject to rest would only result in an explosion later.
Draco held the tea in both palms, scowling into the mug. "Peters," the blond all but growled into the steaming brew. "Lawrence and Andrew. They seem to think that I need to be reminded on a daily bases that I'm lucky to have been given the opportunity to work beside such a stellar example of good and righteousness as you."
Those words had Harry looking up, surprise evident in the widening eyes and climbing brows. "I'm sorry?"
Draco sneered. "Don't be so surprised. It was only a matter of time before they got bored of coughing 'Death Eater scum' and bumping me in the halls to accusing me of having used money to bribe the Thompson into getting you as a partner. To corrupt you or lure you into some sort of elaborate trap has yet to be decided."
Pale, slender fingers stroked the side of the mug an Harry ripped his gaze away to look at Draco, his eyes fixed somewhere Harry couldn't see and the hint of a smirk touching his lips. "I offered to go with them to the Head and Minister, if they were so certain of my wrongdoings. Funny how quickly they backed off then."
"Why don't you go to Head Auror Thompson?" Harry asked, setting his quill aside. No need to drip ink all over the reports or his desk, it was messy enough as it was. "Not that I don't think you can fight your own battles," he added when pale grey eyes narrowed at him. "But it would be easier."
Draco opened his mouth, closing it again after a moment. He considered the question more seriously than Harry thought he would, pausing to sip at his tea. "Why didn't you go to a teacher whenever I confronted you in school?" he asked instead, pausing to lick the sweetness of the drink from his lips.
"Well, I did. Sometimes," Harry admitted, looking down at his desk and frowning. "Either nothing got done or it was just brushed aside when I went to them and when I didn't it was either because Ron or Hermione would have gotten in trouble for their reaction-" he said, glancing up at Draco, who didn't flinch. "-or I wanted to deal with it myself. I grew up pretty much having to take care of myself, anyway, so it wasn't that much different."
It was an opening Harry hadn't meant to give. He had no contact with his Muggle family and liked keeping them where they were - behind him, a nightmare of his past. If Draco asked now about what he meant Harry wouldn't have anything to tell him but the truth, or risk offending the blond and taking weeks to rebuild the trust that had been slowly built between them.
Instead Draco smiled- not a full-blown, overwhelmed with pleasure smile but a softening at the corners of his lips, eyes relaying more warmth than Harry could ever recall seeing in them. "That's it," he murmured, nodding towards Harry. "Got it in one. This is my battle to fight. I proved my worth in the eyes of the Head in my trainers. I'll do the same here."
He titled his head back and downed the last of the tea, setting it back on Harry's desk. "I'll get us some tea. Black with two sugars, correct?"
Harry was only just realizing that Draco knew his own preferences when the blond slipped out into the hall, shutting the door more quietly than when he had entered.
/That went better than I thought,/ Harry mused at the closed door, reaching for the quill he'd set aside. His elbow bumped against the glass of the mug and Harry paused, shifting his hand to take up the abandoned container. /He could have taken this with him, the prat,/ he thought with fondness, eyeing the drops left at the bottom of the mug. The liquid left behind would taste like pure sugar if he tried it, Harry knew.
Holding the mug by the handle Harry stared for a time. Then he cupped it in bot hands, turning it until he held it just as Draco had. Raising it slowly Harry hesitated for half a heartbeat before pressing his lips to where Draco's had when drinking the tea, lowering it to run his tongue slowly over his own lips. The tea was too sweet when drunk directly but coming second hand...
Tasting it on Draco's lips, it would be perfect.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 9:08 am
Prompt Three: Peace of Mind
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry+Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Violence, some bad words, fluids
"Potter, down!"
Harry threw himself to the ground just as the air above him crackled, hair standing on end. The Lightening Curse would have boiled him from the inside out and pain would have filled his world until he died.
He was up a heartbeat later, throwing a Body-Bind in the general direction the curse had come from. It struck a chair as the Dark Wizard they were tracking dodged, wood bending and warping unnaturally to wrap up in itself. Draco hissed a curse that shot out like a dozen black darts towards the man bobbing and weaving around crates and pillars. Harry thought of pointing out that they obviously wouldn't hit a target leaping around like Henceworth was but the darts swerved around the objects the wizard ducked behind, fixed on their target.
Even so Harry pounded after him, closing the distance more quickly with not having to duck and doge. He could taste victory on his tongue and raised his own wand, ready to cast another Body-Bind-
Harry stepped down and had a second to think, /Oh, bollocks./ before the ground rose up around him.
He couldn't see. He couldn't hear. Hell, Harry couldn't breathe. He was being dragged under, the patch of dirt that he assumed was some spilled product actually a hole cut into the warehouse floor, earth filling his ears and throat and mouth before he could cast something to protect him. It was forcing itself further in and only with luck did he manage to close his eyes in time, squeezing them shut even as the grit tried to force its way under the lids.
Though it all earth pressed against his every pore, squeezing, compressing. His limbs were pressed so tightly that they had gone numb and Harry wasn't sure if he even had hands anymore, let alone if he was still clutching on to his wand.
/Come on, think of something!/ The world was becoming little more than the hot red flashes behind his closed eyelids, head spinning from the lack of air reaching his crushed lungs and dirt trying to choke him. /Think think think thinkthink.../
Harry couldn't think of a way out, not with him unable to feel his wand, let alone without the room to move it. His mind went to the expressions on Ron and Hermione's faces when they found out, how Ron would probably blame Draco for his death.
/Draco.../
The last thought he had before passing out was wondering if Draco would mourn for him.
~.~.~.~.~
Harry came to with a violent retching, body apparently rejecting everything not firmly affixed in him.
He couldn't see but he could hear, at least. Over the sounds of his stomach pulling up everything he'd ever eaten in his life (or so it felt) were the sounds of steady swearing, the words so angrily strung together that Harry could barely tell one for the next. By the time his stomach stopped heaving he was still dizzy, throat and mouth burning from more than just the puking and the words were starting to come together somewhat more easily.
"...cking idiot! Not only did you nearly ruin my aim but you nearly died and had gotten so far ahead I had to run to only -just- get to you in time! Do you realize what a stupid, moronic, bloody damn-well foolish-"
Harry slowly realized that he was on his stomach, head turned to the side. Forcing himself onto his back was a dozen time harder than it should have been but when he got on his back, skin burning and limbs aching, he was able to look at his partner.
Draco's hair was mused, pale strand askew as he loomed over Harry. There were twin spots of pink on his cheeks, likely flushed from his run and effort to bring Harry back as well as his tirade but most of his face was pale, as white as if he'd seen his father's ghost. The grey eyes were wide and despite the anger that had been in his voice he looked all the part of a boy who had almost lost someone important to him.
Harry swallowed, grimacing at the foul taste and burn, cracked lips parting to let his dry, horse voice through. "Henceworth?"
"There," Draco said with a flick of a hand behind him. When Harry looked he saw the man was covered in what looked to be tar, limbs stuck stiffly together and ropes binding him further. "I would have sent for backup but I was too busy trying to save the life you seem so desperate to throw away." When Harry looked again his partner was reaching into the folds of his robes, likely reaching for the pin that all Aurors were given that would allow them to communicate with each other if there was no time to wait for a Patronus. "And then it's straight to St. Mungos. I may have gotten out most of the soil but I'm not a Healer-"
"Draco." Harry could hardly hear the words coming from him by his own ears. He could only assume that Draco saw his lips move or else was more attuned to him than he realized.
"Don't you dare try to talk me out of it." The blond's eyes had narrowed dangerously, lips pressing into a thin line. "Did you not hear me, Potter? You almost died. In no way am I going to let you scurry off home for a shower only to die from some internal injuries that I didn't sense."
Harry started to shake his head but groaned when the motion made the world rock and spin sickeningly. Willing his hand to rise he got it half a meter off of the ground before Draco crouched down, turning his head to put his ear near Harry's lips. "What?"
Perhaps it was the experience. Perhaps it was the expression on Draco's face, pale and flushed and shaken. Perhaps it was the thought of Draco morning for him if he died.
Perhaps it was his secret wanting of his partner.
Harry swallowed again, trying to clear his throat as much as he could to be heard more clearly. "With you taking care of me," he half-whispered, the tone forced from the state of his throat. "I have nothing to fear." And Harry's lips brushed, just so, over the pale shell of Draco's ear just as his weakened body gave in, his second fainting more peaceful than the first.
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 2:03 pm
Prompt Four: Childhood Memories
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry+Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Harry's childhood :/
"You have to see someone about this, Harry."
Harry clenched his jaw as he worked the clay in his palms, refusing to let a break in his concentration. It was easier to pretend he hadn't heard his lover than face the man's expression. He'd rather the blond came to him to prod fun at 'the pottering Potter' than discuss the subject of both of their frustration.
"Harry, I know that you can hear me."
Leaving the partially-molded clay as a lost cause Harry took his foot of the pedal and spun on the low chair, crossing muddy hands over his chest with a scowl. "I don't need to see a Mind Healer," he snapped, heat climbing up his neck at the thought. "I'm dealing with it and I can't trust them not to sell any little tidbit they get to the Daily Prophet and I can't see a Muggle shrink because I'd have to leave out half the explanations."
Draco moved as slowly as a man approaching a wounded animal. Harry might have felt bad for him were he not in such a foul mood. "I didn't say a Mind Healer," the blond replied, his voice low and lulling. "It's obviously an issue if it's bothering you this much. Have you thought of talking about it? Talking to Granger?"
That Draco would suggest Harry talk with someone he was barely civil with was enough to wipe the scowl from Harry's face, blinking. "You wouldn't be upset if I talked to a friend rather than you?"
Several emotions flickered in Draco's eyes before he closed them, shoulders rising as he took a silent breath before opening them again. "I would like for you to be able to talk to me," he said slowly, voice still in that low, soothing tone. "But I would understand if you didn't want to. We haven't been on friendly terms for as long as you and your friends and it may be easier for you to talk to them rather than a Mind Healer or myself."
/But I want you to trust me./
The words went unsaid but Harry could feel them in the air, draped over them like a blanket. He was sure that if he told Draco that he would talk to Ron or Hermione about the nightmares that he would accept it and not be too resentful of them.
But he wanted to be able to share things with his lover. Harry didn't want secrets between he and his friends and Draco that could build up a resentment between them and break their relationship. And part of him did want to share the burden of his past with someone he loved.
The arms came down, uncrossing and leaving a smattering of drying clay on his chest and underside of his arms. "I can't talk about it," Harry said quietly, raising his eyes from the ground. "But - but I can show you."
Grey eyes widened minutely before Draco nodded, turning and walking out of the room without a word. Harry was slower to follow, bare feet padding against the wooden floor of his cottage home. /This will make Draco understand,/ he thought, willing more confidence into his stride even as his drying hands rose to wrap around himself again. /He won't think any less of me. He won't hate me for what I let them do to me./
By the time Harry made it to the room designated as an office Draco already had the Pensive out, set on the broad mahogany desk in the room. Silently Harry drew his wand, raising it to his right temple before pausing.
"You have to promise me something first," Harry said, licking his lips. Draco was a still and silent as a statue and if it wasn't for the shifting of his gaze from the pensive to Harry he might have thought the man Stupified. "You can't- don't go after them. I just want to keep them and the memories of them in the past. I don't care about it anymore. Alright?"
Pale brows narrowed at that, the silence before Draco's words speaking volumes. "If that were true," he said softly, voice still low and gentle though with a deadly edge that Harry knew could mean trouble. "Then this wouldn't be bothering you as much as it has been."
"Just tell me you won't go do something stupid," Harry demanded instead of answering, jaw set.
There was a few moments more of staring before Draco inclined his head, just so. Taking a breath Harry closed his eyes, pulling up old memories that he had buried in the far recesses of his mind, stringing them together in a long strand of memory to fling at the Pensive. He learned that the spell only made a copy of whatever memory conjured and by the time he had pushed them away and opened his eyes Draco was lowering his face to the swirling mass of memories. It wasn't until the blond head was fully submerged that Harry realized Draco hadn't actually agreed to not going after his relatives.
Taking up the plush seat across from the desk Harry put his wand away, crossed his arms and waited.
~.~.~.~.~
Draco landed in what had to be the most mundane Muggle home he'd ever seen. Not that he'd seen any, mind you; it was almost exactly as he imagined it would be.
"Boy!"
The booming voice drew Draco's attention down the wallpapered hallway, the wizard walking down to head into what looked to be a dining room/kitchen area. Standing in the doorway with his deep blue robes washed grey due to the affects of the Pensive he saw an exceedingly overweight man who's face was a rather impressive shade of red sitting next to a smaller (though by 'smaller' it was mainly in height, rather than girth) boy and pencil-thin woman. It was obvious that the child sitting next to him wasn't the 'boy' in question so Draco looked around, curious as to where Harry was in the picture.
The answer came when a door under the stairs swung open, revealing Harry Potter.
Draco's breath hitched and he took two steps forward before pausing. It was just a memory; nothing he did would affect any of the people around him. He watched in silence as Harry, probably 10 or so (though with his small size and the overly-large clothes he looked as young as 7) made his way towards the red-faced man, his head bowed. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
/A horrid name for a horrid man,/ Draco thought with a sneer, watching as beady eyes narrowed at Harry. It wasn't until he rose his hand that Draco noticed the paper held in a meaty fist. "This came in from your school today," the older man said, thrusting the sheet in Harry's face. "Mind telling me what this is all about?"
Harry didn't move away from the offending piece, instead speaking quietly from around it. "I was sent home on account of the teacher's desk catching fire."
"That's right. The stupid boy can read," the man - Vernon - said, finally lowering the sheet to slam on the table. "And why did the desk catch fire?"
Harry shrugged, looking uncomfortable and frightened though he met the dark gaze squarely. "I don't know. It happened instantly - first he was yelling at me and then it just, caught. Like magic."
The word had a profound affect on the adults in the room. The woman dropped her knitting with a sharp, 'oh!' falling from red-painted lips. Vernon went from red to nearly violet, stout body shaking with rage.
"That word," he said, words seeming to well up from the depths of his soul. "Is forbidden here! There's no such thing as MAGIC!"
It was as Harry scrambled back, too slowly to be out of reach for the meaty hand that reached for the scruff of his neck that Draco realized that they knew. They knew that Harry was a wizard but Harry didn't. /Did they think that they could keep him ignorant forever?/ Draco couldn't comprehend why as he followed the large man and struggling boy, the prior who flung open the door to the cupboard under the stairs. Another shock went through him as he realized that there was a desk and stool inside, the corner of what could only be a mattress in view a half-moment before Harry was tossed into the tiny compartment.
The door was slammed shut behind him, a latch that Draco hadn't noticed upon first glance flipped and lock clicked into place. "You'll stay there until you've learned your lesson!" Vernon bellowed, banding a fist on the door afterwards. "Don't expect any dinner and don't you dare make a mess in there!" The memory faded as the man stomped away, blurring and swirling into another scene.
When Draco landed this time it was at a park, the grass going brown and equipment mostly empty. Mostly because Harry, still small and underweight and sitting on one of the park's swings, rocking back and forth on the seat.
A group of boys lead by the fat child he'd seen sitting by Harry's uncle started to make their way over, one pointing over at Harry. A sinking feeling crew in Draco's chest as he saw the group quickly make their way to where Harry sat, oblivious to the grinning group.
The boy - his cousin, Draco noted dully - shoved Harry from behind, causing him to fall forward into the soil with a startled cry. In an instant two of the group had grabbed either of Harry's arms, holding him in place as the other three cackled and jeered. "What are you doing out here, freak?" The boy didn't give Harry time to answer before he swung a punch to Harry's gut. He grunted, doubling over and falling when the two holding him suddenly shoved him to the ground.
Harry said something that Draco couldn't hear even with the few meters of space between them. Whatever it was granted him a kick to the ribs. "You should know better than to be here! This is my turf! No freaks allowed!"
"No freaks allowed! No freaks allowed!" The cry was taken up by the rest of the group, each boy in turn kicking and punching at the prone figure. When the memory was cut off sharply as a boot struck Harry's head, this time Draco knew from unconsciousness rather than a tapering off of the memory.
When Draco landed again it was in the tiny room that seemed to be Harry's room, a single bulb lighting the space. Harry was curled up on the tiny mattress, soft, whimpering sounds coming from his small form.
The door swung open and Draco turned to see the doorway filled with Vernon, face as scrunched and red as ever. "Quit your crying, boy! I know you're only doing it for attention!"
Harry shuddered, slowly raising himself up on his arms and looking back over at the man. "I- I'm hungry," he whispered and the tear-streaked face all but broke Draco's heart. "Please, I've been good. Can't I have a bit of food?"
The man huffed, stomping away from the doorway. After a few moments he returned, throwing something towards the boy. "Here," he said, the dinner roll hitting the bed and quickly snatched up by greedy hands. "Don't expect any other kindness today."
The door slammed shut and Draco saw Harry - his Harry - who obviously wanted to inhale the palm-sized roll break off a small, bite-sized piece, nibbling at it as the memory faded.
~.~.~.~.~
Harry couldn't say how long the blond stayed submerged in the Pensive. He couldn't say how many of exactly which memories he had thrown into the thing. He wanted to reach out, pull Draco from the Pensive and blow the blasted thing into dust. By the time the pale head rose Harry's nerves were shot, body seemingly wound tight as a bow, waiting.
Draco sat back, his eyes closed. He opened them with the slowness of a sleepwalker, grey eyes and expression unreadable. He rose from the plush leather chair and made his way around the desk, stopping in front of where Harry sat. The tall, proud Malfoy sank slowly to his knees before his frozen lover, reaching out with both hands to take up each of Harry's own.
"You're not a freak," he said quietly, voice quivering with the emotions that were absent on his face. "You're not useless, or lazy, or stupid. You're Harry Potter, the greatest wizard alive and the man that I love."
Harry sat there, a slight tremor going through his form. Then the air seemed to waver, the wide-eyed, tense expression folding as green eyes watered. "I- I know that," Harry said, voice cracking partway through. "I do. I do know that."
Draco didn't respond. Not with words, anyway. He reached out, letting go of harry's hands to wrap his arms around his lover's torso, one hand sliding up to press at the middle of Harry's back, bringing his head to Draco's chest.
Harry twitched, squirmed then went still. Slowly his own arms came up, resting wrapping lightly around Draco's torso. The grip tightened and Draco tightened his own instead, giving Harry something he had never gotten before. Someone who understood what he went through and accepted him for who he was, not what he could do for them and who was willing to carry the burden with him, supporting Harry when he needed it most.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 1:06 pm
Prompt Five: Speed
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry+Draco
Rating: G
Warnings: Flying in the rain? lol
It was a windy day, clouds low and grey and pregnant with rain with the bit of a chill. Not at all idea of flying, never mind Quidditch, most wizards and witches scurrying about if they did have to venture out in the deteriorating weather.
But it was the first free day off that Harry's had in ages that he wasn't bone-weary and his body had been yearning for the skies for ages and it was a shame to have the beautiful broom locked away in a closet to collect dust. He had to buy new flying gear (because wouldn't that be sad, to still be the same size as he was when he had last flown for Gryffindor?) but the gloves and boots fit well enough. Harry turned his face into the wind, closing his eyes to the cloudy sky and empty stands. If he let himself think back he could almost smell the excitement in the air, hear the cheering and jeering crowd of Quidditch fans, smell fresh grass as it was upturned as the players kicked off...
Opening his eyes Harry straddle the broom and kicked off of the brown grass in one smooth movement, using the wind as a guide. His cheeks were already stinging, going numb from the chill of the air, his braced thighs trembling as exhilaration sang through his veins. This was what he missed with being an Auror - being able to take to the skies, darting right-left-right as if feinting for the Snitch, loop up towards the threatening clouds and spiral dangerously towards the earth.
Time didn't matter, nor did sense of self. He was a bird, a Phoenix, burning through the air on wings of flame. It was the most free that he'd felt since the defeat of the Dark Lord and end to the heavy, painful headaches.
He was free.
What could have been days but felt like seconds (and must have been hours from the blackening sky) Harry became aware of other things. The fat, wet drops of rain slapping against his back and face. The way the wind was not just an mild nuisance but a threat when coupled with the rain, obscuring his vision despite the spell to repel water and insects from his goggles.
There was also the presence of another from the ground and Harry grinned, looping his way lazily down to where the lone figure in dark robes stood. He stopped on a dime, swinging off the broom with one hand and pulling the goggles up with the other. "'Lo. Been waiting long?"
Draco must of had a Repelling Charm cast as the rain beaded and rolled off, not a hair out of place. Harry hadn't done so himself and was paying for it; gravity seemed to affect him more on the ground than when flying. He couldn't say how long the other had stood waiting to be noticed but he looked as if he was ready to wait quite a while longer still, nodding at the wind-whipped male. "Not really. Got it out of your system?"
Harry sighed, the grin on his face falling into something less manic. "Yeah. It's been too long."
An arm wrapped around his wet, dripping neck and warm lips pressed against his own, heat seeming to pour from Draco into him and making Harry all but melt against the other male. By the time the blond pulled back Harry was grinning for another reason, expression dazed. "And maybe next time," Draco murmured, warm breath puffing against Harry's lips. "We can do so together."
Harry hummed, nodded, shivered when he lost the warmth and nearness of the other. An elbow was thrust at him and Harry took it easily, the crack of Apperation sounding in the suddenly empty, rain-soaked field.
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