Day 19. Harry Potter. Harry/Draco. Determined Draco X Title: Determined Draco X Author:digthewriter Word Count: 600 Rating: PG-13 Warning: Angst. Miscommunication. Misunderstanding. 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: Continuation of the series: Determined Draco. I apologise for the 'hanging' ending... I wanted to make this longer but had no time at the moment. Will continue this tomorrow. TOTALLY UNBETAED.
They sat in their Christmas-decorated living room and Draco watched as Potter took the first sip of his Firewhisky and looked grim. Was this supposed to be a love confession? Draco wondered, because it was starting to look like "the break up" talk already.
"Potter, I kissed you back," Draco said; just to make sure that Potter wasn't upset about unrequited feelings or anything of the sort.
"I know. I reckon this all comes as a surprise to you."
"It does," Draco admitted. "But if my reaction is anything to go by, it's obvious that I feel -- I must feel something for you. I don't just kiss any bloke that just kisses me. Especially, risk getting caught by my parents and deal with my father's disdain. Given how he feels about homosexuals."
"Do you have any questions for me?" Potter asked; Draco figured that he probably just didn't know how to start. Potter was kind of thick in the conversation department, anyway. When they'd first started living together, he would go for minutes in the kitchen without saying anything and it was almost always Draco who'd started each and every topic of discussion, from Quidditch to Quackery.
"How long has it been that you've had these feelings for me?"
Potter took a long--very long--time to answer the question. "Feelings for you?" he said, "that's actually kind of tricky, really." He laughed and took a big gulp of the drink and then ran his hand through his hair. Merlin, Draco wanted to tug on those locks so badly. "I think I've always liked you. I think I've liked you since we met, even if I didn't know it then."
"Since we met? When...after the war? At the Trials? Ten years ago?" Draco raised an eyebrow.
"1991."
"What?" Draco nearly spilled his drink all over his lap as he heard Potter's response. Potter looked serious though. "You...what... I..."
"Okay, maybe that's sort of a stretch. I've been obsessed with you for--forever. But I knew I was attracted to you in fifth-year. Followed you around sixth-year--"
"Nearly killing me is love. Oh yeah."
Potter sighed. "I didn't know what I was doing. So much was going on that year. With you. With me. My sexuality. Quidditch. Ginny... Anyway, I realised that I was in love with you after you moved in here. After Azkaban. After your offer to--your sacrifice--"
Draco shuddered. He still had haunting nightmares of the two years he spent in Azkaban.
After the war, Potter had testified for the Malfoys in the Trials and Draco and his mother were given a pardon. His father however, was sentenced to ten years in Azkaban. Nearly four years in, Draco's father had fallen gravely ill and Draco'd wrote to the Ministry offering himself to replace his father in the prison so he could live out the sentence for him. It was a hard decision for him but he couldn't see the despair on his mother's face every time they visited his father. So, Draco had done what he thought was best. He'd only been there for two years when Granger had showed up with a pardon, releasing Draco from Azkaban and allowing his father to live out the rest of the sentence in house-arrest. The only catch was that Draco had to stay with a Ministry-appointed guardian and well, Potter had won the favour, or lost the bet. Depending on how you looked at it.
"I'm not a charity, Potter," Draco spat out.
Potter rolled his eyes and poured himself another drink. "You can be really thick sometimes, you know that?" read part 11