alisanne

Title: A Fragile Peace
Author:

alisanne
Rating: PG
Word count: 100 x 5
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Challenge: Written for

dracoharry100/

dracoharry100's prompt #296: Fragile
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Beta:

lilyseyes
Authors Notes: Part twenty-two in my H/D Eighth Year Series.
The other parts so far are Roommate From Hell, An Informed Decision, The Oncoming Storm, Making Choices, Honourable Actions, Feast or Famine, Disaster Averted, An Open Mind, Case Closed, Risky Business, Just Reward, Universal Contentment, Getting an Education, Professional Consultation, Covering the Essentials, Merciful Success, The Art of Healing, A Proper Distraction, Long Enough, A Special Place, and In Consideration

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A Fragile Peace

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Boopsy made tea and everyone relaxed. After only minutes, however, Narcissaa and Lucius left, citing a previous engagement. Standing politely, Harry watched Draco escort them out. He sighed.

“What’s wrong?” asked Hermione quietly once he’d sat back down.

“I’m not sure they especially like me,” he confessed.

“Hm.” Hermione smiled. “Forgive me, but do you care?”

Harry blinked. “Of course!”

She raised an eyebrow. “Why? After all, you hold the cards. Both Draco’s and the Malfoy family’s fragile future is in your hands.”

“I’d never--”

“I know, but trust me,” Hermione said, patting his arm. “They’re well aware you could.”

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Were his future in-laws afraid of him? The thought worried Harry all evening, even after their visitors left. I’ve only just achieved a fragile peace with Lucius.

“What’s got you so worried?” asked Draco, emerging from the bathroom.

Harry looked up. Every thought left his head and his eyes widened appreciatively. “Wow.”

Draco smirked and did a slow spin. “Like it?”

Instead of his usual green pyjamas, he wore grey silk, and the shirt was transparent, showing tantalising glimpses of his muscled torso beneath. “Our first night in our new home deserves a celebration,” he purred.

Harry could only agree.

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“I’d planned to be gentle tonight,” Harry whispered into the curve of Draco’s neck as he regained his breath.

Draco snorted. “Fuck that. I’m not fragile. And thank Salazar we’ve our own place where we can shag! Sneaking off into the Forest was getting old.”

Harry laughed. “True.”

Draco hummed, sounding contented. “At least now we can make all the noise we want and we won’t have to deal with McGonagall.”

Harry groaned. “If you ever want us to have sex again, never mention her while in bed with me.”

Draco chuckled. “Fair enough.”

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Harry woke to an empty bed and frowned. Hearing distant voices, he slipped on his dressing gown before padding down the hallway. Stopping at the living room, he tilted his head, admiring the curve of Draco’s arse in his silk pyjamas as he knelt beside the Floo.

“...good idea, Pansy.”

“For Merlin’s sake, Draco. Can you see me back ay Hogwarts?”

“Yes, actually.”

She snorted, although Harry, who could see her face over Draco’s shoulder, spotted a fragile vulnerability in her expression. “My career’s fine.”

“You should face your fears, Pans.”

She sighed. “And you should face your Potter. Bye!”

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“McGonagall suggested Parkinson do an eight year at Hogwarts?” Harry was gobsmacked.

Draco nodded. “Pansy showed me the letter.”

“Wow.”

“I know.” Draco sipped his tea. “And I can’t help but wonder if I’m the reason.”

Harry frowned. “Come again?”

Draco sighed. “McGonagall didn’t want me back, but Severus insisted. Maybe she’s relenting towards Slytherins.”

“Maybe.” Recognising Draco’s fragile expression, Harry spoke softly. “You certainly proved worthy of her trust.”

“Thanks.” Draco smiled, exhibiting one of his mercurial mood changes. “Although, should we be discussing her?” He raised one eyebrow meaningfully.

Harry grinned, reaching for him. “No, I suppose not.”

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