Fic: Homecoming - Part 8
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 8
Author:alisanne
Word count: 675
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #8: Christmas biscuits.
Summary: Things begin to get clearer, and more confusing.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):sevfan and emynn.
Authors Notes: This is part 8 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 7 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 8
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Harry trailed after Malfoy, his thoughts in a whirl. This was madness, insanity, but as he walked, his thoughts began to clear. As if a veil that had been drawn across his mind for as long as he could remember was being pulled back and he was finally really seeing the world.
As they walked, Harry couldn’t help but watch Malfoy move. He was graceful, his motions cat-like, and almost against his will, Harry’s eyes dipped to his backside, which was, truth be told, spectacular.
Harry licked his lips. What would it be like to have his hands on that arse? To squeeze it, to maybe even slide his cock—
“Everything all right back there?” Malfoy tossed over his shoulder.
Harry looked away so quickly he stumbled over a patch of grass and almost fell, catching himself just in time. What the fuck was wrong with him? How could he be thinking about such things at a time like this?
Determined not to look at Malfoy’s…assets again, Harry began reading the headstones. Peters, Powers, Peverell…
“Here we are,” declared Malfoy.
Harry slowly moved closer until he was looking down at a pair of headstones. “James and Lily Potter?” He exhaled, trying to ease the ache in his chest. How had he never come here? He’d known his parents were dead, so why had he never been curious enough to want to know more? “What happened to them?” he croaked.
Malfoy shifted closer. “They were killed protecting you from a Dark wizard. You were just a baby.”
A distressed noise slipped from Harry’s throat.
Malfoy reacted immediately, grasping Harry’s hands, and Harry closed his eyes and waited.
He was running through trees, a girl with bushy hair ahead of him…he was in a large house, a woman with mad eyes cackling at him, Malfoy in the corner watching with haunted eyes…he was pointing his wand at a creature with no nose and red eyes…he was hugging a boy with red hair, while all around them people were crying, too…he was sitting on a bed, Malfoy beside him, his head on Malfoy’s shoulder…
Releasing Malfoy’s hand, Harry turned to face him.
“What did you see this time?” Malfoy asked.
“You. I always see you.” Harry exhaled. “I saw some others, too.” He shook his head. “This is so confusing.”
“I know.” Malfoy’s eyes softened. “It’s a lot to take in.”
Harry shivered. Immediately, Malfoy pointed his wand at him and he felt warmth envelop his body. He relaxed. “That’s useful.”
Malfoy smiled faintly. “I was going to suggest body heat, but it may be a bit soon for that.”
Harry bit back a chuckle. “What about us?” he asked. “What are we to each other?”
Malfoy hummed. “That is a complicated question,” he said. “One I think we need to have over some food.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t know if I could eat right now,” he confessed.
“Let’s try anyway,” said Malfoy, grasping his arm.
A repeat of the squeezing sensation, and they were in a flat. Once his nausea subsided, Harry looked around. “Where are we now?”
“My place.” Malfoy shrugged off his coat, which floated over to a coat rack and hung itself up. And of all the things Harry had seen, that was the most amazing.
“Why can’t I do magic?” he blurted.
Malfoy, already in the doorway, paused. “How do you know you can’t?” he asked. “Have you tried?”
Harry blinked. Staring down at his hands, he wondered, did he actually have magic in him?
A moment later Malfoy returned with a plate of Christmas biscuits. Floating behind him was a tea set.
They sat, and Malfoy poured. Without asking, he put two sugars and a splash of milk in Harry’s, handing it to him. “You really do know me,” said Harry.
Malfoy smirked. “As I’ve been saying.”
Harry took a fortifying sip of tea and ate a biscuit. Then, he squared his shoulders. “Right,” he said. “Tell me about us.”
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Homecoming - Part 9 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 675
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #8: Christmas biscuits. Summary: Things begin to get clearer, and more confusing.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta(s):
sevfan and emynn.Authors Notes: This is part 8 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 7 (LJ/IJ/DW)
~
Homecoming - Part 8
~
Harry trailed after Malfoy, his thoughts in a whirl. This was madness, insanity, but as he walked, his thoughts began to clear. As if a veil that had been drawn across his mind for as long as he could remember was being pulled back and he was finally really seeing the world.
As they walked, Harry couldn’t help but watch Malfoy move. He was graceful, his motions cat-like, and almost against his will, Harry’s eyes dipped to his backside, which was, truth be told, spectacular.
Harry licked his lips. What would it be like to have his hands on that arse? To squeeze it, to maybe even slide his cock—
“Everything all right back there?” Malfoy tossed over his shoulder.
Harry looked away so quickly he stumbled over a patch of grass and almost fell, catching himself just in time. What the fuck was wrong with him? How could he be thinking about such things at a time like this?
Determined not to look at Malfoy’s…assets again, Harry began reading the headstones. Peters, Powers, Peverell…
“Here we are,” declared Malfoy.
Harry slowly moved closer until he was looking down at a pair of headstones. “James and Lily Potter?” He exhaled, trying to ease the ache in his chest. How had he never come here? He’d known his parents were dead, so why had he never been curious enough to want to know more? “What happened to them?” he croaked.
Malfoy shifted closer. “They were killed protecting you from a Dark wizard. You were just a baby.”
A distressed noise slipped from Harry’s throat.
Malfoy reacted immediately, grasping Harry’s hands, and Harry closed his eyes and waited.
He was running through trees, a girl with bushy hair ahead of him…he was in a large house, a woman with mad eyes cackling at him, Malfoy in the corner watching with haunted eyes…he was pointing his wand at a creature with no nose and red eyes…he was hugging a boy with red hair, while all around them people were crying, too…he was sitting on a bed, Malfoy beside him, his head on Malfoy’s shoulder…
Releasing Malfoy’s hand, Harry turned to face him.
“What did you see this time?” Malfoy asked.
“You. I always see you.” Harry exhaled. “I saw some others, too.” He shook his head. “This is so confusing.”
“I know.” Malfoy’s eyes softened. “It’s a lot to take in.”
Harry shivered. Immediately, Malfoy pointed his wand at him and he felt warmth envelop his body. He relaxed. “That’s useful.”
Malfoy smiled faintly. “I was going to suggest body heat, but it may be a bit soon for that.”
Harry bit back a chuckle. “What about us?” he asked. “What are we to each other?”
Malfoy hummed. “That is a complicated question,” he said. “One I think we need to have over some food.”
Harry shook his head. “I don’t know if I could eat right now,” he confessed.
“Let’s try anyway,” said Malfoy, grasping his arm.
A repeat of the squeezing sensation, and they were in a flat. Once his nausea subsided, Harry looked around. “Where are we now?”
“My place.” Malfoy shrugged off his coat, which floated over to a coat rack and hung itself up. And of all the things Harry had seen, that was the most amazing.
“Why can’t I do magic?” he blurted.
Malfoy, already in the doorway, paused. “How do you know you can’t?” he asked. “Have you tried?”
Harry blinked. Staring down at his hands, he wondered, did he actually have magic in him?
A moment later Malfoy returned with a plate of Christmas biscuits. Floating behind him was a tea set.
They sat, and Malfoy poured. Without asking, he put two sugars and a splash of milk in Harry’s, handing it to him. “You really do know me,” said Harry.
Malfoy smirked. “As I’ve been saying.”
Harry took a fortifying sip of tea and ate a biscuit. Then, he squared his shoulders. “Right,” he said. “Tell me about us.”
~
Homecoming - Part 9 (LJ/IJ/DW)
