sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-06-27 21:53:00 |
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Original poster: khateh
Title: On The White Bench
Rating: PG
Word Count: 573
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Challenge: # 57 - Rail tracks
Notes: My first fic in the comm :) Hope you enjoy.
It was early, cold and damp. Draco cursed the muggles and their unsanitary trains for the hundredth time. Across from him, an old lady was sleeping. Every five minutes, she would wake up, startled by something she dreamt of. It was hard to imagine what could have happened in her life to cause such a reaction, but after three startled gasps from her, Draco concluded it probably involved a nasty grandchild or a spoilt cat.
The scenery was as dull as one could imagine: green fields and green trees. If one was to judge by this, England was a very boring place. From time to time, a crow would make an appearance on a field and in the soft noises made by the train as it sailed on its tracks, Draco could almost hear the familiar crowing noises.
For half a year he had been woken up by them, in the warm arms of Harry. Of course, war did strange things to people and gave them perfectly valid excuses to erase whole months of their lives. Draco pulled his coat tighter around himself and closed his eyes.
In a few minutes, the train would reach the last stop on the way and he would go down, then wander on the familiar cobblestone road. Maybe he would meet Cindy or Mary, and maybe their mother would invite him in for breakfast. Mrs. Andrews always had something delicious for breakfast, and she was always happy to share it.
Then he would politely thank her for the meal, give the girls the two dolls he had bought for them in London and be on his way. Harry's house was outside of the little village, by the edge of an old forest. Draco was convinced that aside from him and the black little dog that spent his days on Harry's doormat, no one wandered this way.
The house was nice enough, with a garden in the back and red flowers by the gate. There was a little white bench, on which Draco sat and waited. He couldn't say what he waited for. Harry wasn't at home, and he never came home until Draco made his way back to the train station at the end of the day. His only companion was the dog, who stood on Harry's doormat all day long.
After the first few fruitless visits, Draco had sent an owl with a letter addressed to Harry and watched as it landed on the white bench, waiting for Harry to arrive. At least he knew for certain he was sitting in front of the right door. He never received an answer to that letter.
It took him half an hour to reach the house, the dolls still in his backpack, as the Andrews were on vacation on some tropical island. The red flowers were bigger than ever and they seemed to be doing well. Draco crouched and admired them for a few minutes, before he got up and went back to the bench. As he sat down, the dog climbed next to his and rested his head in Draco's lap.
"I should name you. I'm around you more than Harry is, after all. I'll send him a letter with the name, as well." Draco smiled, petting the creature. "I'll buy you some treats from London, too." The dog fell asleep quickly afterwards and Draco continued petting him. He had six hours till the London train left.