Dec11, Harry Potter, Harry/Draco, "Waiting for Him"
Title: Waiting for Him Author: train_tracks Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: PG Word Count: 365 Warnings: clinical depression (but happy ending) Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything, least of all anything having to do with Harry Potter. A/N: This is for adventdrabbles and prompt #10 and 11: red and green (tree ornaments) and fairy lights.
Harry frowned at the tree and then added three more green balls. He realized there were three times the green to red, but…well, when Draco was in a depression, Harry missed him, even if he was just upstairs in the bedroom.
He stood back, frowned again, and added two more green balls. It didn't help.
Harry sat down on the ottoman, flicked his wand at a candle and snuffed it, then sighed.
Draco's depressions weren't what most people meant when they talked about depression; they weren't the blues; they weren't gloomy sadnesses. They took him down. They demolished his ability to feel any hope or joy. They sent him up to the dark bedroom, and Harry would be lucky to see him at all for days. They were Hell – capital H.
Harry stared at the trimmed tree, his eyes welling with tears. He sniffed them back, getting up to relight the candle.
"There are just way too many green ones," came a voice from the staircase behind him.
Harry spun, his heart giving a little leap in his chest. He swallowed and didn't smile nearly as big as he wanted to. "D'you think?" he said, pretending to observe the tree once more.
Draco descended to the bottom step. "It's totally dodgy."
Now Harry did smile. It took him over. The tears were back, but for the best of reasons. He walked over and stood half a foot shorter than his husband. "Hi," he said.
"Hi."
"May I kiss you?" It was best to ask as Draco dreaded being kissed when he was depressed. He said he hated that he couldn't feel loved when Harry did it.
Draco nodded now, though, so Harry pressed forward, lifting his chin, and they kissed -- just the soft, minute-long touch of lips, nothing more.
When Harry pulled back, Draco informed him, "You also forgot the fairy lights."
"I didn't forget," Harry told him. "I was waiting for you." His throat grew tight and he could say no more.
"Thank you," Draco said. "For waiting for me."
Harry took Draco's hand, led him off the last step, and together, before the kids arrived, they strung the fairy lights on the dodgy tree.