sassy_cissa (sassy_cissa) wrote in slythindor100, @ 2007-04-02 06:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | double entendre fun monday |
Monday Fun: The Tide Ebbs.
Original poster: restunwritten
Title: The Tide Ebbs.
Author: restunwritten
Rating: PG (?)
Challenge: Monday Fun
Word Count: 456
Summary/Snippet: “There was nothing and everything that separated the two of them now. A great gulf lay between…”
Author’s Note: I was tagged by aquila_star with the prompt Smells like Rain. I would like to tag megyal with the prompt It’ll turn your heart black, a line from Bruce Springsteen’s “Devils & Dust.”
There was nothing and everything that separated the two of them now. A great gulf lay between the man strewn across a chaise, feverish with memory, and himself, pacing quietly through out the villa.
Through some stroke of fate, both ended up terribly late and flustered in their attempt to catch the Express for their sixth year—landing themselves in the last available compartment together. After a heated argument and a rather tense silence, they began. It was, at first, merely a tentative friendship and then it developed into something quite more.
At the end of the war, his dearheart, as he had secretly taken to call one Harry Potter, nearly broke. Physically, he certainly recovered but… there was something else within him that no doctor could fix. And he certainly couldn’t fix whatever it was.
So he received some interesting advice—they must away. A change in air, climate, might help him. A little sun, a different air never hurt anyone.
Thus, away they hid. A remote island near the equator. Not too many people; even less who were actually interested in two foreigners hiding out in a villa with an essentially private beach. Or it became private with the right mutterings.
Harry’s mood was violently unpredictable. He was prone to destructive outbursts and emotional tirades. He threatened to leave Draco for the most random reasons at the oddest times. Although he certainly never enjoyed this emotional torture, he always knows that unless Harry magically packs his bags, he has nothing to worry about as far as him truly leaving. They were truly empty threats, expressions of a rage he knew not yet how to communicate.
This very afternoon, he had one of these outbursts. Draco had merely asked if he felt like taking a swim before lunch and when he heard the tense silence, the heavy breathing in response, he knew it was coming. He had merely scrubbed his hand through his hair and braced himself.
But something changed. Instead of storming up to their room, he headed outside. For a moment, his heart constricted. Perchance Harry would just get up and leave him, and everything else, behind him. Instead, he collapsed on to the hammock, hid his face in his hands.
He, on the other hand, leaned against the glass and sighed deeply.
Thus, here he was, watching what was now a fitful rest. As he began to stir, Draco walked out towards the sea, breathing in the salt air and watching clouds roll in with the waves. Taking note of the sky.
A creak behind him. “Draco…” A tired, wet voice. “I…”
“Hush.” He turned around, began walking towards his tired Harry. “We better get you inside, love. It smells like rain.”