Title: Affection of a Special Nature Rating: PG Pairing: H/D Words: 1130 Warnings: Angsty Fluff! Summary: Harry + Draco + elevator = madness of a most amusing nature A/N: So this was written for Challenge 19, and I decided to combine the two options and thus have created a new genre...angsty fluff. Its rather long, but I think it technically counts as two fics due to the angst and fluff elements throughout. I also had fun coming up with elaborate new synonyms for the forbidden words. I hope you enjoy!
“Hello, Goodbye…?” Draco said, stepping into the elevator. “What happened to the light jazz music they usually play?” Pansy shrugged and pushed the button to her floor. “Pansy, why are you always so glum?” he demanded, eyeing her black apparel. Pansy sighed and stared at the silver doors with melancholic anticipation. “My life is consumed with dar—“ Ding! The door opened. “What was that?” asked Draco. “You know…the opposite of that stuff the sun produces,” Pansy said. “Oh.” She stepped into the hallway. “Well, this is my stop.” Draco gave her a salute. “I’ll see you after class.” Pansy waved vaguely, bumping into a passerby. “Piss off,” she snarled. Her victim staggered aside. “Sorry.” He paused, noting Draco as he entered the lift. “Um…hi there.” Draco grimaced. “Potter,” he said, nodding stiffly. Harry blinked stupidly as he always did and studied the room. “What is this music?” Draco bit his lip with impatience. He hated taking the stairs, but this was unbearable. “Pick a floor, Potter.” Harry spun around. ‘What?” Splunk! “Wh—what was that?” Harry stammered. Draco pounded on the door. “Damn! The elevator’s jammed.” Harry frowned. Hogwarts has an elevator?” Draco smacked his forehead against the chrome. “Of course there is, Potter! You’re in it!” The other boy nodded. “That would make sense… Do elevators splunk?” “Don’t you get it,” Draco snapped. “We’re stuck!” “Oh, that certainly isn’t good.” Draco turned and scowled. “You don’t say!” Harry punched him in the arm lightly. “Hey there, mister! Turn that frown upside down!” “I hate the world so very much…A. For getting me stuck in here with you…and B. For allowing you to exist!” “You’re upset, aren’t you?” Draco pummeled his companion with smacks. “Of course, I’m upset, you dimwit!” Harry paled as the blonde backed him into a corner. “Then this probably isn’t the best time to inform you that I’m claustrophobic.” Draco staggered back in bewilderment as the Gryffindor broke into heaving sobs and collapsed on the floor. “Look, Potter, I—“ “So enclosed! Its one of my greatest f—“He sniffled. “One of those things of a dreaded nature.” Draco noted how particularly unattractive Harry was when he was crying. “Oh Potter, don’t cry…you look so stupid when you cry…” He held out a hanky. Harry looked up. “What’s this for?” Draco shuffled uneasily and mumbled. “Take it so you can dry your te—“ “What?” Harry cried. “I can’t hear you. You’re mumbling!” “So you can stop your optical leakage!” Draco hissed. Harry took the tissue and began to wipe his face. “Are you done now?” Draco asked. “This is a moist towelette,” Harry sulked. “Oh just give it here,” snapped Draco, snatching the cloth. He bent down and dabbed the other boy’s cheeks. “Thanks,” Harry sniffled submissively. “No problem,” Draco replied. He tossed the towelette into the corner and sad down awkwardly. The other boy eyed him a moment. The elevator lurched and halted once again. “Hold me!” yelped Harry. Draco gasped as the other boy attacked him, forcing him into a prolonged embrace. He pondered for a moment. “This is nice,” Harry said, grinning up at him. “Get off me!” They separated, glaring at each other from across the compartment. Draco watched curiously as his companion took out a notebook and began scribbling. “What are you doing?” Harry’s eyes bore into the pages intensely. “Writing poetry about how tainted my soul is.” “Oh boo hoo…poor, pitiful Potter.” Harry pouted indignantly. “Hey! I’ve experienced a lot of horrible stuff! I’ve death with it all: death, heartbreak, Quidditch defeats…basically anything dealing with the opposite of gain.” “I see.” Harry started to sob again. “My life just sucks so much!” “Hey…” muttered Draco. “How about we do more of that one thing? You know…that thing similar to strangling but around the waist…” “You mean hu—“ “Yeah that!” Draco sprang to the other boy, smothering him with his body. “See, “ he said. “This is good. This…this is nice, yes?” Harry perked up and nodded. “Good,” murmured Draco. “Good.” He paled as the other boy gazed up at him. “What is it?” Harry ran a hand through the blonde’s hair. “You’re so beautiful…” He pulled Draco’s face downward, cupping his chin as their lips met. Draco leaned into the kiss, his hand sliding its way under the other boy’s robes. “Draco!” the other boy squealed with delight. Suddenly the situation and the other person involved became all too clear. “How dare you!” Draco exclaimed in a lame ass manner. Harry pouted. “Draco, are you ang—“ “If you are wondering if I am experiencing not happy but not quite sad feelings, then yes!” Harry shoved him bitterly. “Uh! I hate you so much, but I want you so badly.” Draco gave a muffled cry as he was dragged into another fierce lip lock. “What is wrong with you he shrieked, finally managing to escape another round of tongue wrestling. “Shut up, you git!” Harry snapped. He leaned back and bit his lip seductively. “Merlin, I love the way you taste…” Draco scrambled to his feet and pushed every button available. “You are seriously bipolar, and I’d feel a lot more comfortable if you sought some professional help.” Harry stood. “Draco…I know that deep in my most important blood pumping chest body part of mine that we’re meant to be together.” He gave the other boy a bewitching smirk. “I adore you, Draco.” He pinned the blonde against the wall. Draco was at a loss. “I’m uncomfortable with this.” “Why? Everyone knows you’ve had a crush on me ever since I decided to go commando during Quidditch matches, and you caught an eyeful during an updraft.” Draco blushed. “Besides…” Harry cooed. “I’ll let you play with my belly button ring.” He lifted his shirt, revealing the coveted item. “As tempting as that is,” said Draco. “I’m still uncomfortable—“ “Just admit you have feelings for me already!” “The emergency phone is digging into my spine!” “Oh sorry.” Draco broke free and straightened his robes. “Potter…I guess…I care about you.” Harry waited for him to continue. Draco faltered. “That is…er…to say…I hold a sort of…er…manly regard for you…an affection of a special nature.” “You mean, lo—“ “Yes, that,” he added hastily. “Oh Draco!” Harry cried. He threw himself at the blonde. “I’m happy that we’re so happy together, but I’m so tortured over my complex feelings for you!” Draco wound his arms around the other boy, catching a firm ass grab. “Okay.” “Okay?” Harry looked at him expectantly. Draco kissed him and gave him an upside down frown. “You are one crazy ass bitch, but as long as I get a change with that belly ring…I’m cool.”