sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-01-30 17:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | monday-fun |
Monday-Drabble, Two years
Original poster: faith1922
This is it the first Monday drabble. WEEEEE!!!
Words: 338
Warnings: Flangst, a little.
A/N: It's stupid, I'm tired. Hve fun and don't sue. I hope it makes you Monday at least a bit more enjoyable.
Harry sighs, looking deeply into his glass.
Two years.
Two years ago today he and Draco hooked up under the strangest circumstances possible, and they lasted. Despite the war, despite Ron’s big mouth and Rita Skeeter’s hunger for fame. They survived several points where they reached rock bottom and they flew high enough to touch the bloody clouds.
Two and a half years ago, Harry was lying wounded in the Forbidden Forest, waiting for the Death Eaters to find him. And suddenly Draco stood before him, wearing his trademark smirk, wand at the ready. He saved Harry’s life that night and after that things were never quite the same.
Every time they ran across each other at Order Meetings or during raids, silence fell between them, heavy and yet talking. Half a year later Hermione finally had enough of them, locking them in the Room of Requirement together and leaving them there for two days.
As soon as she let them out on the third day Harry and Draco kissed her on a cheek each. A week later she was the owner of a sparkling new house in London, complete with library.
Harry shakes his head, wry grin on his face. Draco is off somewhere, chasing the ghost of his father across the country.
He promised he’d be here today, with his lover, but it’s past ten already and the Boy-who-lived just knows that he won’t turn up tonight. He’s too drunk for any real action now anyway, but it would have been nice to just cuddle and remember for a while.
Together.
Harry curses, “I sound like a bloody wife waiting for her husband to come home, dammit!”
With a growl he climbs to his feet, a little unsteady, but still working and stumbles towards the bedroom, damning his boyfriend in three languages. Damning him for making him feel weak and needy.
And then he hears the front door creak and a faint but oh so familiar voice whisper,
“Harry, love, where are you?”
And Harry smiles.
Fin
Now, for this week I tag enchanted_jae.
I will post a list of players and the rules with a link in the comm-info before next Monday. If you want to join the Game Fun, please leave a comment here or on the original entry.
Toodlies