Fic for Enchanted_jae
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nicevennTitle: They Can Take a Hint
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dripping_cherry
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 913
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associated publishers. I do not make any profit from this fiction.
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Harry sat alone at the Burrow’s kitchen table, holding a glass of firewhiskey.
A/N: Written as a Christmas gift forenchanted_jae, who wanted a Christmas Eve marriage proposal. I don’t think this is quite what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it. Also fits the ‘Christmas Eve’ prompt at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
dracoharry100.
On Christmas Eve, Harry sat alone at the Burrow’s kitchen table, holding a glass of firewhisky. Not feeling festive, he’d snuck away as the rest of the party gathered around the wireless set in the sitting room. His arm shook as he poured more firewhisky into his glass, spilling some of it onto the table.
Harry cursed under his breath as he pulled out his wand to clean up the mess.
“Are you all right, mate?”
Ron had entered the kitchen and was pulling out a chair next to Harry.
“No,” Harry admitted sullenly. “He’s going to propose tonight.”
“Tonight?”
Harry nodded.
“Blimey! Who would have thought Malfoy was a closet romantic?”
Harry heaved a great sigh and took another drink. The firewhisky burned a path down to his stomach, drawing attention away from the hole in his heart.
“I should have told him,” said Harry.
“You were afraid of ruining your friendship,” Ron reminded him.
Yes, Harry had been afraid of that. But now, he was beginning to think that would have better than the alternative-- watching Draco start a family and constantly wondering what would have happened if only he’d come out with his feelings.
The prospect of living a life of regret didn’t appeal to Harry at all. He had tell Draco. Better late than never.
Ron had moved his hand to pat Harry on the shoulder, but it was knocked away as Harry suddenly stood.
“Where are you going?” Ron asked.
“To Malfoy Manor.”
“You’re going to crash the engagement party?”
Harry grinned. “Something like that.” He grabbed a fistful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.
“What the fuck, Harry?” The irritated voice coming from the green flames was interspersed with coughing.
Draco had arrived just as Harry was flinging the powder into the fire and was now wiping his face.
“Feel free to drop in any time, Malfoy,” Ron said dryly.
Draco ignored the comment. “Happy Christmas, Weasley.”
Harry reached out to touch Draco—he had to make sure the visitor was real and not a product of his besotted mind.
“Are you completely pissed?” Draco asked as he wiped silvery dust from his sweater.
“Not completely,” said Harry.
“Good, because I need to talk to you.”
“Oh— I wanted to talk to you, too.”
Draco looked toward the sitting room. Mrs. Weasley had just turned up the wireless, and the shouting increased proportionally. “Can we go somewhere quieter? Your place, maybe?”
“Sure,” said Harry. He took Draco’s arm and concentrated on his flat in London. Seconds later, they appeared in Harry’s bedroom.
Draco looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.
Harry shrugged. “Sorry. I’m used to Apparating here so I can go straight to bed. If you want, we can—“
“It’s fine,” Draco said, seating himself on Harry’s bed.
“So what’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at home, proposing?”
“That was the plan.” Draco looked distraught, leaning forward and resting his forehead in his hands. “They’re all there, waiting for me: my parents, Astoria, her family.” He shook his head. “I just can’t do it.”
So don’t, Harry wanted to say as he sat down beside Draco. “Why not?”
“I don’t love her,” said Draco. “She’s a great girl, and my parents want me to marry her—but I don’t think I do.” He looked into Harry’s eyes. “I love someone else.”
Harry’s heart plummeted. It was bad enough learning that Draco thought he needed to marry out of familial duty; it hurt even more that there was someone whom Draco truly loved and wanted to be with instead. Even if all Harry wanted was for him to be happy.
“Who is it?”
Draco stared at his shoes. “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same about me.”
Harry felt his stomach flip. He? Draco is in love with a man? Harry hadn’t known that he was attracted to the same sex.
“Have you told him?”
Draco shook his head.
“Does he, er, swing that way?”
“I don’t think so.”
Harry felt as miserable as Draco looked. It was torture having to put his own feelings aside and encourage Draco to follow his heart.
“You won’t know for sure unless you tell him how you feel,” Harry said. “And regardless what his reaction will be, I don’t think you should marry someone you don’t love just because you think you ought to.”
“It’s you,” Draco blurted out.
“What?”
“I love you," Draco repeated, looking Harry directly in the eyes this time. He looked vulnerable and insecure as he bit down on his lower lip, his forehead creased.
“I-- I love you, too,” Harry said, reaching out to brush his fingers against Draco’s cheek.
But Draco leaned away from the touch. “I’m serious, Harry.”
“So am I.”
This time, Harry was more aggressive as he pulled Draco in for a kiss. Draco gasped, surprised, and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips. The heat and wetness of Draco’s mouth was so inviting that Harry couldn’t help but moan. Draco returned the embrace, moving closer to Harry until he was all but sitting on his lap.
As Draco sucked and nipped on his lower lip, Harry reluctantly reminded himself that Draco had somewhere to be.
“You should let them know you aren’t coming,” he said, hoping that Draco indeed wasn’t planning on going home.
Harry shivered as Draco’s hot breath tickled his ear. “I think they can take a hint.”
The End
Author:
dripping_cherryPairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 913
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the property of JK Rowling and associated publishers. I do not make any profit from this fiction.
Summary: On Christmas Eve, Harry sat alone at the Burrow’s kitchen table, holding a glass of firewhiskey.
A/N: Written as a Christmas gift for
enchanted_jae, who wanted a Christmas Eve marriage proposal. I don’t think this is quite what you had in mind, but I hope you enjoy it. Also fits the ‘Christmas Eve’ prompt at dracoharry100.On Christmas Eve, Harry sat alone at the Burrow’s kitchen table, holding a glass of firewhisky. Not feeling festive, he’d snuck away as the rest of the party gathered around the wireless set in the sitting room. His arm shook as he poured more firewhisky into his glass, spilling some of it onto the table.
Harry cursed under his breath as he pulled out his wand to clean up the mess.
“Are you all right, mate?”
Ron had entered the kitchen and was pulling out a chair next to Harry.
“No,” Harry admitted sullenly. “He’s going to propose tonight.”
“Tonight?”
Harry nodded.
“Blimey! Who would have thought Malfoy was a closet romantic?”
Harry heaved a great sigh and took another drink. The firewhisky burned a path down to his stomach, drawing attention away from the hole in his heart.
“I should have told him,” said Harry.
“You were afraid of ruining your friendship,” Ron reminded him.
Yes, Harry had been afraid of that. But now, he was beginning to think that would have better than the alternative-- watching Draco start a family and constantly wondering what would have happened if only he’d come out with his feelings.
The prospect of living a life of regret didn’t appeal to Harry at all. He had tell Draco. Better late than never.
Ron had moved his hand to pat Harry on the shoulder, but it was knocked away as Harry suddenly stood.
“Where are you going?” Ron asked.
“To Malfoy Manor.”
“You’re going to crash the engagement party?”
Harry grinned. “Something like that.” He grabbed a fistful of Floo powder and threw it into the fireplace.
“What the fuck, Harry?” The irritated voice coming from the green flames was interspersed with coughing.
Draco had arrived just as Harry was flinging the powder into the fire and was now wiping his face.
“Feel free to drop in any time, Malfoy,” Ron said dryly.
Draco ignored the comment. “Happy Christmas, Weasley.”
Harry reached out to touch Draco—he had to make sure the visitor was real and not a product of his besotted mind.
“Are you completely pissed?” Draco asked as he wiped silvery dust from his sweater.
“Not completely,” said Harry.
“Good, because I need to talk to you.”
“Oh— I wanted to talk to you, too.”
Draco looked toward the sitting room. Mrs. Weasley had just turned up the wireless, and the shouting increased proportionally. “Can we go somewhere quieter? Your place, maybe?”
“Sure,” said Harry. He took Draco’s arm and concentrated on his flat in London. Seconds later, they appeared in Harry’s bedroom.
Draco looked at Harry with raised eyebrows.
Harry shrugged. “Sorry. I’m used to Apparating here so I can go straight to bed. If you want, we can—“
“It’s fine,” Draco said, seating himself on Harry’s bed.
“So what’s going on? Shouldn’t you be at home, proposing?”
“That was the plan.” Draco looked distraught, leaning forward and resting his forehead in his hands. “They’re all there, waiting for me: my parents, Astoria, her family.” He shook his head. “I just can’t do it.”
So don’t, Harry wanted to say as he sat down beside Draco. “Why not?”
“I don’t love her,” said Draco. “She’s a great girl, and my parents want me to marry her—but I don’t think I do.” He looked into Harry’s eyes. “I love someone else.”
Harry’s heart plummeted. It was bad enough learning that Draco thought he needed to marry out of familial duty; it hurt even more that there was someone whom Draco truly loved and wanted to be with instead. Even if all Harry wanted was for him to be happy.
“Who is it?”
Draco stared at his shoes. “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same about me.”
Harry felt his stomach flip. He? Draco is in love with a man? Harry hadn’t known that he was attracted to the same sex.
“Have you told him?”
Draco shook his head.
“Does he, er, swing that way?”
“I don’t think so.”
Harry felt as miserable as Draco looked. It was torture having to put his own feelings aside and encourage Draco to follow his heart.
“You won’t know for sure unless you tell him how you feel,” Harry said. “And regardless what his reaction will be, I don’t think you should marry someone you don’t love just because you think you ought to.”
“It’s you,” Draco blurted out.
“What?”
“I love you," Draco repeated, looking Harry directly in the eyes this time. He looked vulnerable and insecure as he bit down on his lower lip, his forehead creased.
“I-- I love you, too,” Harry said, reaching out to brush his fingers against Draco’s cheek.
But Draco leaned away from the touch. “I’m serious, Harry.”
“So am I.”
This time, Harry was more aggressive as he pulled Draco in for a kiss. Draco gasped, surprised, and Harry took the opportunity to slip his tongue between his lips. The heat and wetness of Draco’s mouth was so inviting that Harry couldn’t help but moan. Draco returned the embrace, moving closer to Harry until he was all but sitting on his lap.
As Draco sucked and nipped on his lower lip, Harry reluctantly reminded himself that Draco had somewhere to be.
“You should let them know you aren’t coming,” he said, hoping that Draco indeed wasn’t planning on going home.
Harry shivered as Draco’s hot breath tickled his ear. “I think they can take a hint.”
The End
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Date: 2008-12-06 05:08 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2008-12-07 06:02 am (UTC)So glad Draco came to his senses. And awesome that he and Harry did so at virtually the same time. ♥
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