sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-03-19 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | challenge #44 |
in a boy's dream
Original poster: megyal
in a boy's dream
sequel to the lost portrait
Author: megyal
harry/draco, pg-13 [fluffy]
Word Count: 799; non-challenge entry
[x-posted to harrydraco, slythindor100]
Harry staggered out of the Floo, the white earbuds wrapped about his neck haphazardly. On the charmed iPod that Draco had given him, he had Crash set to continuous repeat, simply because the haunting beauty of the melody reminded him of Draco; he hummed tied to me tight, tie me up again as he made his way over to the kitchen, hunting down some of the left-over lasagna from last night. Locating it in the fridge and sneaking a look around, he took up a generous spoonful and cheerfully ate it cold.
"Harry, you barbarian, find a plate," a smooth voice came from behind him, and Harry nearly choked on the second mouthful. Swallowing it with difficulty, he turned and gave Draco a huge grin. Draco's responding smile was small around his lips and warm around his eyes; Harry put down the glass platter on the tiled counter and sashayed his way over. His eyes were dark with delight at seeing Draco again and he wrapped himself around the taller man like ivy around a pole, kissing him soundly.
"Sweet like candy to my soul," Harry sang low, in a surprisingly lovely tenor as he released Draco from the kiss. "Sweet you rock and sweet you roll."
Draco gave a low laugh, comfortable with Harry's arms slung around his neck. In public, he was less open with his affections. A lot of wizards and witches were still shell-shocked over seeing them walk peaceably together, much less showering kisses as Harry was wont to do. They'd had an argument over that very same thing last week, Harry accusing Draco of being a selfish cold bastard and Draco snapping something about Harry wanting to make up for his lack of loving touches as a child. The stricken green flash in Harry's eyes had made Draco stumble over a chilly apology, but they had been distinctly cool to each other in the few days after.
Luckily Harry had this habit of forgiving and forgetting.
"Wait," Draco said, a little unsteadily as Harry rubbed against him sensually, rocking slow to the beat of the song. "I've...I've something for you."
"A present?" Harry looked up at him with lidded eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up enticingly. "Would it happen to be in your trousers?"
Draco laughed a little more and gave Harry's bum a quick squeeze.
"Later for that. Follow me."
He took Harry by one warm hand, leading him to the little-used sitting room. There was a small yet thick red curtain on one of the walls, with a chair placed in front of it. A spotlight shone on the rich fabric, setting off flecks of gold woven into the material. Harry looked at Draco inquisitively; Draco cleared his throat and Harry raised his eyebrows at the uncharacteristically nervous sound.
"I...I know you'll love it," was all he said as he stepped forward and pulled on the tasseled cord. Harry still kept his curious gaze fixed on Draco's light eyes and then smiled as he turned his head towards the portrait on the wall.
He gasped out loud and clung onto the back of the chair. Draco stepped towards him and gently led him to sit down, staring at the Wizarding painting.
"Oh," Lily breathed, her eyes shining from the canvas, soft muted jade. "Oh, look at my Harry."
"Son," James said softly, teasingly and Harry pressed his palm over his mouth, blinking rapidly. "Has anyone told you that you resemble your father?"
Lily laughed gaily and baby Harry in her lap peered with massive green eyes at the Harry stock-still in his chair. The little one spotted Draco and waved with great enthusiasm. Draco waggled his fingers with a smile.
There was a beat and Harry buried his face in his hands before bursting into tears.
*
"I blubbed like a baby," Harry said in a stuffy voice as he lay tucked into Draco's side. "I couldn't believe it, they're here..."
"You quite frightened little-you," Draco said wryly, stroking long fingers leisurely up and down Harry's warm side. They were finally in bed, after hours of talking to the portrait. "He had to be given a bottle. He's a horrid little thing, isn't he?" Draco chuckled as Harry lifted his head to give him a watery glare; this, of course, melted into a sweet smile. This was the same smile Harry had worn after he calmed down enough to stand close to the portrait and touch it with trembling fingers as his parents pressed their painted hands against the canvas.
"Thank you," Harry whispered. "Although my father gave me a strong lecture about fraternizing with a Malfoy..."
Draco smiled as Harry drifted off humming in your eyes, love, it glows so I'm bare-boned and crazy for you...
AN: Title and song lyrics from 'Crash' by the Dave Matthews Band
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