|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2012-06-06 13:49:00
|Entry tags:||hp ficlets draco/harry, hp ficlets harry/lucius, hp quill-it 100.3|
HP ficlet: A Lack of Virtue [Harry/Draco, Harry/Lucius, general]
Title: A Lack of Virtue
Pairing: Harry/Draco, Harry/Lucius
Length: 350 words
Warnings: implied infidelity
Summary: Waiting is hell.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 40, "hell". For felaine who wanted something in the Harry/Draco/Lucius series. As usual this is intended to stand alone.
Harry doesn't believe in hell. The Dursleys only went to church twice a year -- Christmas and Easter, at St Barnabas's -- and Harry was usually left at home. His religious education, therefore, was negligible, and nothing he has experienced since has made him more inclined toward the Church of England… or any other religion for that matter.
Nevertheless, he thinks, what he is going through now is at least an approximation of hell as commonly understood. Since Draco left Harry's flat six days ago, Harry has heard nothing from him, nothing at all; nor has Lucius contacted him either.
Patience is no doubt a virtue, but Harry doesn't feel very virtuous at the moment. Rather the contrary. He has written and torn up a dozen letters, paced around his living room for hours at a go, and tried drinking half a bottle of Ogden's Old Firewhisky. All he's succeeded in doing is to fill his wastebasket, wear a visible path on his carpet, and develop a pounding headache.
This might as well be hell. He could call it limbo, but that seems too neutral a word. Until Draco tells him something, Harry is going to remain half-crazy with uncertainty, made worse by the fact that he knows it's his own fault, first for having affairs (if that is the right word) with both Lucius and Draco, second for deciding that he wanted to stay with them both, and third for actually telling them. Surely other people don't get themselves into such complicated situations?
Harry scowls and pours himself a glass of pumpkin juice, hoping it will alleviate the firewhisky headache. He considers trying again to write a letter to Draco, but every previous one has either sounded too abject or too self-justifying. He hasn't come up with any way to say better how he feels than he did when he last saw Draco.
Six days. Only six days. He can wait longer than this, he assures himself. If only Draco will decide that he can cope with Harry loving Lucius as well as Draco, Harry can wait as long as necessary.