sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-05-21 17:03:00 |
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Non-Challenge Fic
Original poster: ruinithil
Title: Hold Me
Rating: PG
Word Count: 821
Challenge: rainbownightsBirthday! She asked for fluff, so I went for hurt/comfort. I hope you like it! Happy birthday!!
Summary: Draco finds his own way to comfort Harry
Beta: nomeci
Harry slammed the door to the library of
“Whoa, Harry, what’s wrong?” he asked carefully, trying his best to not upset his Gryffindor friend more than he already was.
Harry shook his head and stayed silent as he paced around. After a few minutes of silence he sat on the couch Draco had been occupying and sighed heavily. “Ron is being a prat again about you being here. I can’t believe he won’t just trust me on this! Everyone else in the Order has more or less accepted your help, but he can’t and he’s my best friend…”
Draco took a step forward and put his hand on the top of Harry’s head, stroking downward awkwardly the way he’d seen Hermione do so easily. “Um…I don’t really have anything to say that will make you feel better. I’m not very good at the comforting thing…”
Harry gave a short laugh. “I know. I don’t even really know why I came in here instead of Hermione’s room but…” he shrugged. “Ron’s probably in there complaining about my apparent obsession with you again.”
Draco hid a smile. “Obsession?”
Harry looked up, blushing but laughing. “Yeah, he thinks I spend too much time talking to you, and about you, and watching you…the usual stuff he said at school.”
“Well you did seem to be around far too often.” Draco smirked. Harry laughed again and shook his head, patting the seat next to him on the couch.
“You’re making me nervous just standing there.”
“You’re so weird, Harry.” Draco smiled as he took a seat.
Harry’s smile faded a little. “I don’t know why Ron won’t trust me.”
“He does.” Draco said, racking his brains for more words to say. “He just doesn’t trust me.” There, that should help.
Harry shook his head and looked down at his lap. “It almost feels like the same thing.”
Or not. Draco bit his lip and thought; he’d never been good at showing any kind of emotion (other than anger or disgust) and consoling just wasn’t something he did. “I still don’t know what to say.”
Harry shrugged. “You don’t really have to say anything.”
The blond thought about that for a moment. He remembered the night he came here, freezing and barely able to stand after Harry found him in the wild. His mind could barely grasp the concept of “help” but Harry had provided it to him, and when he had broken down hours later, curled up under a pile of blankets in a soft bed with a warm fire burning across the room, Harry was the one to come into his bed and hold him well past the sunrise, stroking his back and holding him close while Draco sobbed and screamed. He had never been quite as embarrassed as he was the night after that, but Harry had never mentioned it again, so Draco let it go. But now Harry was the one in pain and Draco couldn’t think of any words…but he could offer the same comfort. Almost.
He knew Harry hated to be coddled and held, so instead he laid down on the couch, placing his head on the brunet’s lap with one arm under Harry’s leg. Harry stiffened for a moment and Draco thought he was going to push him away, but a second later Harry placed his hand on Draco’s head. Draco smiled and reached up for his other hand, holding it gently in his own.
“Thank you, Draco.” Harry whispered, and Draco could hear the tears in his voice. He closed his eyes and brought Harry’s hand to his lips, kissing the knuckles with a tenderness that surprised him. Harry’s breath hitched and Draco heard a soft sob.
“Please don’t cry, Harry. Everything will work out fine, the way it always does.”
Harry squeezed his hand, a silent agreement. A few minutes later Draco knew the brunet’s cheeks were dry and he smiled again.
“We should get ready for dinner.” Harry said softly. Draco nodded and pressed another soft kiss to Harry’s hand before letting it go and sitting up. They both stood, and when they did Harry shyly took Draco’s hand, not quite meeting his eyes.
“Harry?”
“I…I know I shouldn’t ask but…when I go to sleep later…I don’t usually like people to do it but…would you mind…maybe…holding me tonight?”
Draco went still with his eyes wide. “Ok.” He whispered. Harry looked up and smiled softly, then wrapped him in a warm embrace before quickly scurrying off to dinner. Draco smiled after him, shaking his head. He briefly wondered how long Harry had been waiting for an excuse to spend the night with him again, not that he was complaining of course. His smile widened into a grin as he thought of what else might happen that night.
Nope, not complaining at all…