sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-04-22 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #49 |
A Rainy Day
Original poster: restunwritten
Title: A Rainy Day
Author: restunwritten
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 466
Characters/pairings: Draco/Harry
Challenge: #49—The Following Words: Shudder, Baseball, Inundate, Undulate, Peril, Spill, Ink, Sepia, Column, Hollow
Disclaimer: They certainly don’t belong to me.
It was most decidedly winter in London, and the cold rain was murderously depressing. He walked slowly, essentially leading the too hesitant Harry through the streets. Draco felt a shudder beside him, moved to run his hand down his back only to find that his dark haired lover had paused, staring into a storefront.
“What is it, love.” Speak quietly, don’t scare the boy.
“That’s odd. Why is there baseball on British television?” He didn’t answer at first—not like he knew what baseball was anyways. Apparently, not British. Harry continued to babble. “I guess it really doesn’t matter much does it. Baseball. Terribly odd.”
Harry stepped out from under the umbrella, water soaking him immediately to the bone. He looked up, presumably watching the various clouds.
“Must you let the water inundate you, Harry?” A small smile emerged, his cheeks began to flush. He stepped back underneath the umbrella. “Shall we continue?”
*****
Harry trailed his fingers along the edge of the bathtub. “Why are there so many surfaces in your house that undulate?”
“I’m shocked you even know that word.” Draco raised his eyebrow as he glanced back at Harry through the mirror. “My family had a thing for the Baroque period. Don’t ask me why.”
“And why was I thrown in the tub? It wasn’t like a little rain was going to bring about some great peril to my health.”
“And I’m not going to have you sneezing all over the place, taking a spill or five hundred all about the house because your head hurts.”
Harry made a face, laid his head down along the edge. Draco looked up from his piece—a simple ink, sepia his tone of choice, to keep his hands busy—to take a closer look at his lover. The column of his throat was exposed, several scars stretched upon the otherwise unmarked skin.
Although his eyes were closed, he grabbed for the towel, apparently deciding he had spent too much time in hot water.
*****
Harry is what can be considered terribly inconsistent. Especially in his sleep. Draco knew this very well. So when Harry rolled over and buried his face in the crook of his neck, Draco was not particularly surprised.
“I’m cold.” Now that actually surprised him. Not the words as it was the dead of winter but the fact that he was awake was surprising. He either slept like a dead man or screamed like a banshee the entire night. All or nothing. However, tonight he found them somewhere in between.
Harry rolled over again, exposing his throat in that maddening way. Draco leaned over, brushed his lips against the hollow his throat. “What are you doing awake, love?”
He smiled a little up at him, scrubbing his hand through his dark messy hair. “Keeping you company, Draco.”