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nicevennTitle: Pillow Prophecies
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dripping_cherry
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco; past Draco/Pansy
Wordcount: 1,252
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and associated publishers. I don’t make any monetary profit from this fiction.
Summary: Draco doesn’t believe in true love or destiny. And he certainly doesn’t believe in pillow prophecies induced by mistletoe.
A/N: Written as a Christmas gift foradorkablefae, whose prompt was ‘mistletoe.' Also fits the ‘mistletoe’ prompt at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracoharry100.
“You’re breaking up with me because a plant told you to?”
Pansy's mouth hung open for a few seconds before she regained her composure. “I can’t believe you’re trivializing this.” Her sharp tone told Draco he’d offended her.
He snorted. Refusing to look at his new ex-girlfriend, he watched the Muggles passing by the café, carrying shopping bags filled with Christmas presents.
“Everyone knows that placing mistletoe under your pillow will bring dreams of the one who is destined for you,” Pansy continued. “It’s pointless to try and resist fate.”
“And you’re letting this nonsense dictate who you should be with?”
“It isn’t nonsense!”
“Then why doesn’t everyone put mistletoe under their pillow before they start dating? It would save the world a lot of heartbreak.” Draco picked up his biscotti and began breaking it into pieces. He no longer had an appetite.
“It’s not that simple. You can only do it once, and the identity of your true love will not be revealed unless you are ready. Besides, most people want to play the field first.”
“So that’s what you were doing,” Draco grumbled.
Pansy ignored him. “It think you need some time to let this sink in,” she said as she stood and reached for her coat. “Eventually, you’ll realize that it’s for the best.”
Draco stared at the crumbles on his plate as she tied a scarf around her neck and pulled on her gloves. It was better not to watch.
Pansy bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Goodbye, Draco.”
“Who’s the lucky man?” he asked as she walked away.
“Don’t know,” Pansy called over her shoulder. “I haven’t met him yet!”
Draco shook his head, waiting until she was out the door before he allowed himself to sigh and slump in his chair.
True love.
He wondered how people could chase after such a silly, abstract idea. Relationships based on rampant emotions usually didn’t last long; those based on mutual respect and trust did. So what if the sex had lacked passion? If Pansy had only asked, Draco would have allowed her seek carnal fulfillment elsewhere. He’d have been more than happy to pass that duty on to someone else, especially if it would have spared him the horrors of having to find someone new and worthy of bringing home to his parents to show them that yes, the Malfoy line would continue. But Draco didn’t want to think about that right now. Auror training didn’t leave him with enough energy to woo women. If his father wanted a grandson, he would have to wait.
*****
“Draco, honey, why are you burning the mistletoe?” Narcissa asked as she approached the fireplace where her son stood throwing in bunch after bunch of the plant he had found hanging in various rooms of the house.
Draco hadn’t yet told his parents about the breakup. That conversation could wait.
“Because it looks tacky, and I don’t like the way it smells,” he lied.
“You’ve never complained before--”
“Well, I am now.”
Narcissa opened her mouth to say something just as Lucius called her from the entrance hall. Apparently, they were running late for a soiree.
“You’d better hurry, mother,” Draco said, eager to be left alone.
She smiled. “Goodnight, dear.”
The tail of Narcissa’s dress swept the ground as she left the room. Draco turned his attention back to the fire, ready to throw the rest of the mistletoe onto the flames. Only a small bunch, held together by a red ribbon, remained in his hand.
Draco wondered if it possible that a plant could reveal the identity of one’s true love. Of course not. There isn’t even such a thing as true love And yet, Draco gripped the mistletoe tighter in his hand. He would keep it and put it under his pillow. Just to prove that it didn’t work.
*****
When Draco woke up in the middle of the night, his chest was heaving, his muscles were quivering, and the sticky mess inside his pajama pants was still warm. He smiled. It wasn’t often that he experienced such an intense orgasm without any effort spent. He closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as possible. Unconsciously, he began to replay various images from the dream that had led to his present state.
Potter was chatting him up by the punch bowl at the Ministry Christmas party.
Potter was suggesting they get out of there.
Potter was pressing him into the door of his London flat, snogging him senseless.
Potter was tying his wrists to the bed with red silk.
Potter was taking his cock in his mouth, slowly swallowing it until the tip of it hit the back of his throat.
Potter was sliding a slick finger into his arse.
Potter was flipping him onto his stomach.
Potter was burying his cock inside him, thrusting harder and faster, biting into the back of his neck …
Draco sat bolt upright. Potter was WHAT?
The fact that Draco had had such a dream was in itself disturbing, but he could have blamed it on the cheese he’d eaten before bed. The fact that he’d enjoyed it, however, was inexcusable. He was not gay, and he certainly didn’t have a thing for Potter.
Draco hugged the pillow for comfort and felt something rough under his hand. Pulling it out, he saw that it was a small bunch of mistletoe. He didn’t recall immediately why it was there, but when he did, he screamed, dropped it, and jumped out of bed.
This isn’t happening, Draco thought as he ran a hand nervously through his hair. I am not destined to be with Potter.
After taking a few deep breaths and repeating to himself that there was no such a thing as true love or destiny, Draco calmed himself enough to sit back down. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.
Startling by a tapping at his window, Draco looked up to see a snall owl carrying an rolled up note. He walked over to the window and let owl in. After removing the note from the bird’s leg, he unrolled it and read:
Dear Draco,
Seeing how you’ve been avoiding everyone whenever possible, I suspect that you do not plan on coming to the Christmas party tonight. That is entirely your decision. Do keep in mind however, that the Ministry keeps a watchful eye on Auror trainees, even outside of training. Do you remember when they told us, at orientation, that antisocial behaviour is a warning sign?
PS. We don’t bite.
~Harry Potter
“I’m not so sure about that,” said Draco, grinning despite himself.
*****
(One year later)
“Let me make sure I heard you correctly,” Lucius said, trying, but failing to keep his voice even and his drawl intact. “You are going to marry Potter and allow the Malfoy line to vanish,” he paused, glaring first at Harry, then at Draco, “because you placed some mistletoe under your pillow and had a dream?”
Draco fought to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward. “That’s the simplified version of it, yes.”
Lucius threw up his hands in a manner unsuited to a Malfoy. “Then I have heard enough. Come, Narcissa. Let’s go.”
Draco looked at his mother, who smiled fondly at him.
“Your father just needs some time,” she said as she stood to follow her husband. “He’ll come around.”
Before leaving the café, Narcissa turned her head and winked at them. Draco saw Harry blush and laughed.
The End
Author:
dripping_cherryRating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco; past Draco/Pansy
Wordcount: 1,252
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JKR and associated publishers. I don’t make any monetary profit from this fiction.
Summary: Draco doesn’t believe in true love or destiny. And he certainly doesn’t believe in pillow prophecies induced by mistletoe.
A/N: Written as a Christmas gift for
adorkablefae, whose prompt was ‘mistletoe.' Also fits the ‘mistletoe’ prompt at dracoharry100.“You’re breaking up with me because a plant told you to?”
Pansy's mouth hung open for a few seconds before she regained her composure. “I can’t believe you’re trivializing this.” Her sharp tone told Draco he’d offended her.
He snorted. Refusing to look at his new ex-girlfriend, he watched the Muggles passing by the café, carrying shopping bags filled with Christmas presents.
“Everyone knows that placing mistletoe under your pillow will bring dreams of the one who is destined for you,” Pansy continued. “It’s pointless to try and resist fate.”
“And you’re letting this nonsense dictate who you should be with?”
“It isn’t nonsense!”
“Then why doesn’t everyone put mistletoe under their pillow before they start dating? It would save the world a lot of heartbreak.” Draco picked up his biscotti and began breaking it into pieces. He no longer had an appetite.
“It’s not that simple. You can only do it once, and the identity of your true love will not be revealed unless you are ready. Besides, most people want to play the field first.”
“So that’s what you were doing,” Draco grumbled.
Pansy ignored him. “It think you need some time to let this sink in,” she said as she stood and reached for her coat. “Eventually, you’ll realize that it’s for the best.”
Draco stared at the crumbles on his plate as she tied a scarf around her neck and pulled on her gloves. It was better not to watch.
Pansy bent down and placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Goodbye, Draco.”
“Who’s the lucky man?” he asked as she walked away.
“Don’t know,” Pansy called over her shoulder. “I haven’t met him yet!”
Draco shook his head, waiting until she was out the door before he allowed himself to sigh and slump in his chair.
True love.
He wondered how people could chase after such a silly, abstract idea. Relationships based on rampant emotions usually didn’t last long; those based on mutual respect and trust did. So what if the sex had lacked passion? If Pansy had only asked, Draco would have allowed her seek carnal fulfillment elsewhere. He’d have been more than happy to pass that duty on to someone else, especially if it would have spared him the horrors of having to find someone new and worthy of bringing home to his parents to show them that yes, the Malfoy line would continue. But Draco didn’t want to think about that right now. Auror training didn’t leave him with enough energy to woo women. If his father wanted a grandson, he would have to wait.
*****
“Draco, honey, why are you burning the mistletoe?” Narcissa asked as she approached the fireplace where her son stood throwing in bunch after bunch of the plant he had found hanging in various rooms of the house.
Draco hadn’t yet told his parents about the breakup. That conversation could wait.
“Because it looks tacky, and I don’t like the way it smells,” he lied.
“You’ve never complained before--”
“Well, I am now.”
Narcissa opened her mouth to say something just as Lucius called her from the entrance hall. Apparently, they were running late for a soiree.
“You’d better hurry, mother,” Draco said, eager to be left alone.
She smiled. “Goodnight, dear.”
The tail of Narcissa’s dress swept the ground as she left the room. Draco turned his attention back to the fire, ready to throw the rest of the mistletoe onto the flames. Only a small bunch, held together by a red ribbon, remained in his hand.
Draco wondered if it possible that a plant could reveal the identity of one’s true love. Of course not. There isn’t even such a thing as true love And yet, Draco gripped the mistletoe tighter in his hand. He would keep it and put it under his pillow. Just to prove that it didn’t work.
*****
When Draco woke up in the middle of the night, his chest was heaving, his muscles were quivering, and the sticky mess inside his pajama pants was still warm. He smiled. It wasn’t often that he experienced such an intense orgasm without any effort spent. He closed his eyes, wanting to enjoy the feeling as long as possible. Unconsciously, he began to replay various images from the dream that had led to his present state.
Potter was chatting him up by the punch bowl at the Ministry Christmas party.
Potter was suggesting they get out of there.
Potter was pressing him into the door of his London flat, snogging him senseless.
Potter was tying his wrists to the bed with red silk.
Potter was taking his cock in his mouth, slowly swallowing it until the tip of it hit the back of his throat.
Potter was sliding a slick finger into his arse.
Potter was flipping him onto his stomach.
Potter was burying his cock inside him, thrusting harder and faster, biting into the back of his neck …
Draco sat bolt upright. Potter was WHAT?
The fact that Draco had had such a dream was in itself disturbing, but he could have blamed it on the cheese he’d eaten before bed. The fact that he’d enjoyed it, however, was inexcusable. He was not gay, and he certainly didn’t have a thing for Potter.
Draco hugged the pillow for comfort and felt something rough under his hand. Pulling it out, he saw that it was a small bunch of mistletoe. He didn’t recall immediately why it was there, but when he did, he screamed, dropped it, and jumped out of bed.
This isn’t happening, Draco thought as he ran a hand nervously through his hair. I am not destined to be with Potter.
After taking a few deep breaths and repeating to himself that there was no such a thing as true love or destiny, Draco calmed himself enough to sit back down. It was just a coincidence. It had to be.
Startling by a tapping at his window, Draco looked up to see a snall owl carrying an rolled up note. He walked over to the window and let owl in. After removing the note from the bird’s leg, he unrolled it and read:
Dear Draco,
Seeing how you’ve been avoiding everyone whenever possible, I suspect that you do not plan on coming to the Christmas party tonight. That is entirely your decision. Do keep in mind however, that the Ministry keeps a watchful eye on Auror trainees, even outside of training. Do you remember when they told us, at orientation, that antisocial behaviour is a warning sign?
PS. We don’t bite.
~Harry Potter
“I’m not so sure about that,” said Draco, grinning despite himself.
*****
(One year later)
“Let me make sure I heard you correctly,” Lucius said, trying, but failing to keep his voice even and his drawl intact. “You are going to marry Potter and allow the Malfoy line to vanish,” he paused, glaring first at Harry, then at Draco, “because you placed some mistletoe under your pillow and had a dream?”
Draco fought to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upward. “That’s the simplified version of it, yes.”
Lucius threw up his hands in a manner unsuited to a Malfoy. “Then I have heard enough. Come, Narcissa. Let’s go.”
Draco looked at his mother, who smiled fondly at him.
“Your father just needs some time,” she said as she stood to follow her husband. “He’ll come around.”
Before leaving the café, Narcissa turned her head and winked at them. Draco saw Harry blush and laughed.
The End
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