sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-05-16 06:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | monday-fun |
Monday Fun, Reposted
Original poster: faith1922
OK, I don't really have either the time or the energy for this, so please forgive me for posting this the way I am.
This drabble is the continuation of this, written by the talented miss1nformation.
When Harry woke he had to suppress a wave of dizziness caused by the generous amount of alcohol still wreaking havoc on his system. As soon as the moment passed he reached out blindly for his boyfriend, like always. And when he found the space beside him empty, he had to fight back the hysterical urge to go looking for his lover, like alays.
It was a last remnant of his childhood, this blind panic at waking alone. Sleeping alone, to his subconscious, meant sleeping in a too small, dirty, dark cupboard, never hugged and never touched unless it was to hurt. As a child he hadn't minded. But that was before he learned that there was an alternative. It had taken him less than a week in Gryffindor tower to permanently associate the soft breathing of others with comfort. Since then, the only thing that got Harry Potter to sleep when he was a lone was sheer exhaustion and the war time principle of safety in numbers hadn't helped the issue at all.
The panic passed and as he remembered the previous night, Harry wondered if his crappy childhood was the reason he let Draco talk him into doing all these things. These things he hated. Because if the answer wasn't in his past, then were was it?
He was startled out of his thought by the feeling on gentle hands pushing his glasses onto his face. He opened his eyes, slowly, to find Draco smiling down on him. His eyes sparkled with concern.
"You're angsting again", he said, bending down to softly kiss his boyfriend's age old fears away. Harry relaxed and smiled into the kiss.
The answer, he thought, was right in front of him.
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Geez, I'm sooooo sorry for the crappy post last night. I hope everything's very much better now!
And just for the hell of it: ginnyatheart, this is your baby for the next week.