sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2006-06-26 21:19:00 |
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Original poster: faith1922
Title: Boy Who Lived
Words: 355
Rating: Nopeee!
Warnings: Angst?
A/N: This is the answer to Jae’s prompt to write a drabble with the Damn Yankee lyrics Don’t say good night, say you’re gonna stay forever. I’m late, but hey, I didn’t forget it, did I? And this time I can’t even be blamed for the angst, because, hello, you didn’t actually think I was going to let him stay, did you?
Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. Draco knows that. Draco has known that for most of his life. It’s not something you don’t know, or forget. It’s a fact of life, like the need to breathe.
But with it, come things, responsibilities and duties that you never knew of as an 11 year-old boy, wanting to be loved.
Harry doesn’t get to not master a spell in DADA. He isn’t allowed to go to Hogsmeade anymore and he has to stay with the Dursleys every year. His life is publicly taken apart and he has to watch, silently.
And first and foremost, Harry is expected to kill Voldemort.
Sometimes, however, sometimes he manages to steal some time, some space, air to breathe, and hour or two to just be. He usually spends these hours with Draco. They talk, laugh, cry and kiss. Sometimes they make love and sometimes they fuck.
Tonight they made love, for the first time in weeks and afterward Draco lies on his stomach, watching his lover dress in haste. Harry pushes his glasses up his nose, giving the blonde a distracted smile. Then he bends down to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead.
“Good night,” he whispers.
“Don’t say good night,” Draco pleads suddenly, uncharacteristically. He grabs Harry’s feather thin wrist, not allowing him to move toward the door. The door that will take him away.
“Say you’re gonna stay forever. Please Harry, just this once, don’t run away. Don’t leave.” Don’t go out there. Don’t die. It goes unsaid.
For a moment the other boy hesitates, the longing plain in his eyes, but then he shakes his head. Pulling his wrist free from the desperate grasp, he crouches down beside the bed, keeping safely out of reach.
“I can’t,” he whispers. And he can’t.
And then he’s out the door.
Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived and first and foremost, Harry is expected to kill Voldemort.
What he feels, who he loves, doesn’t matter.
Draco knows that.
And for next Monday I tag… facecat. The prompt is Insomnia. Have fun and please leave a comment if (and when) you accept.