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Wings -- Harry/Draco -- By JTsNoa
Original poster: jtsnoa
Title: Wings.
By: Noa
Rating: PG (I suck. Cannot write anything smuttier than PG-13)
Pairing: Harry/Draco.
Summary: Figures. Draco thought. Of course, it just figures that the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived is an angel. What else?
A/N: This fic was inspired by a great Joshtin series I've read ages ago, once, and never found it again, called 'Winged Justin". If it happens to be yours, I LOVE YOU!
And Ron- thanks again for the beta work. Loves.
Comments: Yes, please. :)
Figures. Draco thought. Of course, it just figures that the Boy-Who-Fucking-Lived is an angel. What else? Rolling his eyes, Draco Malfoy averted his eyes from the crouching figure.
He blinked and rubbed his eyes, and returned his gaze to the other boy.
Big, folded wings in a color that Draco couldn't quite define.
They were halfway between gray, and sky-blue, and white. Yeah.
"Well?" The boy, Harry Potter, spoke for the first time since the wings appeared, is if out of thin air.
"Well what?" Draco snapped. "You're an angel. Hardly news, Potter."
Harry lifted his chin, an unreadable look in his eyes. "I'm no angel. What are you talking about, Draco?"
Damn him and his First Name crap. "You have wings." Draco replied matter-of-factly.
"Yes."
"You're not a bird."
A chuckle. "No, I'm not."
"You're hardly a fairy." Draco sniggered at that. Score one for the Dark Side.
"Shut up."
"Then, you're an angel."
"I'm not!" Harry was really starting to get pissed off.
"So…?"
Harry sighed. He rose to his feet, at leaned a hand against the wall, for support. Those wings sure messed up with his balance.
"You sure you want to know?"
"Why else did you show me them for?" Draco voiced the question that has been floating in his mind for the last ten minutes.
"Ok, ok." Harry sighed again. "Why don't we sit down?"
Glancing at the dusty floor, Draco sneered. "As if, Potter."
Harry rolled his eyes, and removed what was left of his robes. Apparently, a pair of 4 feet long wings couldn’t fit into it. Huh.
"Here, sit on these." He said, throwing the torn robes at the other boy.
"Fine." Draco spread the robes on the floor and sat on them, as gracefully as he did anything else.
"Like I said before," Harry started, that unreadable expression returning to his face, "I'm no angel." He paused, and sneaked a glance at the Slytherin.
"Then what are you?" Draco pressured.
"I'm not sure. Not even Dumbledore can explain it. They're just… there."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah."
"And where do I come into the equation?"
"I'm getting there. Shut up." Harry replied, but it wasn't spiteful.
"The thing is, I've known about the wings for about a month or so. One day they just… popped out. Literally." He smiled. "Anyhow, Ron and Hermione were there when it happened, we were having a period off by the lake, you see, and they sort of panicked and thought that I was hexed, or something. I'm not sure what happened next," He blushed, "Because I sort of blacked out."
Draco snickered at that. Harry glared. Draco batted his eyelashes sweetly. Harry blushed. Again.
Huh.
Shaking his head, as if to clear his thoughts, Harry continued. "Next thing I know, I'm in the infirmary, laying on my stomach, with these… things… growing from my back. Pretty much every test, hexes-discovers, and treatment in a spell, charm or a potion was tried on me, but nothing worked."
"Potter, wha-"
"Hush." Harry cut him in mid-question. "After a short while I discovered I can hide them inside my body, like this." And in a second, the wings were gone.
"How did you do that?" Draco asked, stunned. He inched closer to Harry, and bending him down, he examined his back and shoulder blades.
There was no sign of the wings.
Running a finger across his back, Draco tried to feel for any bumps or lumps.
He felt nothing but the slight shiver that ran through Harry's body as response to his touch.
Huh…
Draco moved away from the bent down boy, somewhat reluctantly; though he's never admit it.
"How did you do it, Potter?" He repeated
"I don't know. I just… can. Just like you can move your finger." Harry answered. "Can I get on with my story now?"
Draco nodded.
"Thank you. So as I was saying, things were like that; I have wings, which I can hide and reveal at will. No one knows where they came from, or how to make them go away."
An idea occurred to Draco. "Can you fly?" He asked, rather enthusiastically.
"I don't know. I never tried."
"What? Why??" Draco was confused. Having wing and not using them to fly?
"I don't know what will happen, now do I?" Harry replied. "For all I know, it could be some kind of scheme of Voldemort, and as soon as I try, they'll disappear and I'd end up having a free dive 500 feet in the air. Bad idea."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
Silence fell upon the two boys.
After a long moment, "Hey, Potter?"
"What?"
"Care to finish your story?"
"What? Oh, right. Sorry." Harry blushed again.
What's with the blushing? Draco wondered.
"The thing is, Draco…" Harry was avoiding his eyes. "I wanted to show you the wings before…"
"Before what?" Draco asked, and for some reason his heart was beating faster now.
"Before I'd do this." Harry said, and in a swift movement --as if he's flying,<?i> Draco thought hazily,-- Harry was there, well in his personal space, lips brushing Draco's own.
Draco was shocked, true, but not too shock to respond.
Putting his palm on Harry’s cheek, he drew the boy closer.
*some time later*
"So you're not an angel?"
END.
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