Here goes nothing
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Title: Musings of a distracted mind.
Pairing: H/D
Warnings: maybe a bit Weasley / Hermione bashing, somehow they where stupid in my story this time?
Genre: romance
Summary: Draco reflects and muses.
Words:1241
Sitting in the library has never been as boring as it is around Christmas time. Even Granger isn’t here, because she has left for the holidays to celebrate with the hordes of gingers that call themselves Weasley family.
You used to envy them, because they appeared to be such a tight knit group that took the savior of the world in and would never ever let go of him, no matter what he did.
Then a war happened.
Harry Potter, the love of Ginerva Weasleys life, came back from the dead.
And instead of falling into her arms and staying there for the rest of his life – as everybody expected – he pushed her away and said in this oddly compelling voice . “I am gay“
The fallout was tremendous – it was big enough that you and your family managed to get away from Hogwarts and into the Manor, where you spend the next few weeks cleansing the rooms from the tint of evil that had seeped into the stone – while Harry Potter was busy trying to get through the outrage his simple statement had caused.
Because if he was gay - that meant the Potter line would die out and that was just unacceptable for the world who had hoped that Harry Potter would raise the next Kennedy Clan of the wizarding world.
Strange enough, it made it so much easier to tell your parents that you too, didn’t feel any inclination to get married and reproduce, because quite frankly you preferred the male anatomy to the female by far.
Father sputtered and for a second you feared an aneurism, mother paled and mumbled something mournfully about „no grandchildren?“ But once you assured them that you would in time find a way to ensure a future for the Malfoy line, they went back to restoring the Manor to the wonderful home, it had been once before.
Coming back to Hogwarts was by far the strangest thing you ever experienced. You had of course expected the sneers and taunts thrown your way, you expected the hexes and pranks and the silent treatment in class, but what you hadn’t expected was a stubborn guy with black wire-frames, a mop for Hair and eyes a color of summergrass, standing in front of you sticking out his hand saying:
„Hi my name is Harry Potter, I would like to make something right.“
You must have stared at that hand as if it would have been a poisonous snake for all of 10 seconds. Before you thought – to hell with it and shook it.
All of a sudden he was simply there – always – literally. It was driving you to distraction!
If you went to class he was there, watching, protecting you from the hexes and the pranks. Sitting in the library, he was just one table away, on his own trying to work through the homework, since Granger obviously wasn´t smart enough to value the friend she had in him over the boyfriend ,who shunned him because he refused to live a lie.
If you went out on the grounds he was a silent shadow, but always protecting, warm and comforting. It drove you nuts!
You withstood this silent assault for a couple weeks, but slowly you caved. First you adapted your steps to his so you walked to class together, silently at first, then odd words were exchanged, not too much but one here and there, enough to create the illusion that Potter had been serious when he asked for your friendship. Subsequently you began sitting in the library together and you couldn´t help but point him in the right directions when he despaired over potions, in return you got more than one valuable hint for defense.
Christmas time drew near and your parents asked if you would return and celebrate yule with them, but you just looked at Potter, who sat in the great hall, knowing he would be alone here and declined.
Now you are sitting in the godforsaken library and Potter is late – and not five minutes late – he is late for almost an hour. If he has decided to spend the hols somewhere on the grounds without you - you will skin him and hide his sorry remains somewhere where he won´t be found ever.
Right on cue the doors slam open and Potter bursts in, he is out of breath and flushed from running, his glasses are crooked and his hair is atrocious but somehow – god knows how and when that happened - he is the most gorgeous man that you have ever seen.
The flush that creeps up on you must be highly visible. „Draco“ he is all smiles and laughter – „come I have a surprise“ then you are pulled along and are stumbling with him - in a very dignified way if you might say so.
Outside he has made a magical skating ring, on the black lake complete with lights and everything that you have been missing from home – it takes your breath away – because you mentioned it only once that you miss that skating ring in the garden.
„I have to warn you, I can´t skate to save my life“ he is laughing now. You are on the ice dancing around him – watching his steps and stumbles before you take pity and skate with him. Suddenly it feels like you are drunk on mulled wine, even though you had none.
His laughter is infectious.
Later you both sit in the eight year common room, that you have to yourself, drinking that mulled wine, having a sort of conversation, although not many words are exchanged.
His head rests on your shoulder, nothing has felt as natural or comfortable in a long time, When your arm draws him even closer, so that he almost melts into your side, the smile on your face is content.
Of course he has to distract you once again.
„Draco?“
„hmmm?“
„What are we doing?“
„Cuddling in front of the fireplace?“
„Why?“
„Really Potter? Why would I cuddle you like an overly large teddy bear?“
„Because you really like me?“
„10 points to Gryffindor, and now shut up and come back to cuddling.“
„No can do.“
You try to glare at him, but somehow a glare is not very effective, when a surprisingly soft pair of lips covers your own and you are left somewhat breathless, and very very aroused after a thorough snog.
„ Well Potter - think we should wait for Christmas in bed?“
„ I think Draco that a) you should begin calling me Harry, and b) that this is a wonderful idea, I want to unwrap my present after all in a place where I can appreciate it.“
„Well then Harry.“ your voice is barely more a purr „be my guest“
Once he has carried you to the bedroom, all pretense is gone and he truly unwraps you like the most precious gift he has ever received before loving you so thoroughly that you feel like every bone in your body has melted.
And if your next letter to Father Christmas will request secretly, that this man will remain yours for a long long time, well no one will be the wiser, and you have always been known for being a little selfish.
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Date: 2014-01-07 12:14 pm (UTC)Lovely fic. Welcome back! :)
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Date: 2014-01-30 02:59 pm (UTC)Anyway, Love it! I find POV of Draco very amusing in some way~ :D
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