Fic: Homecoming - Part 9
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alisanneTitle: Homecoming - Part 9
Author:alisanne
Word count: 706
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
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slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #9: Harry Photo.
Summary: Harry learns more about himself and Malfoy.
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 9 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 8 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 9
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Malfoy leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Us?” He laughed. “We’re…complicated.”
Harry licked his lips. “We’re obviously something to each other,” he said. “Are we friends?” He shrugged. “Enemies?”
Malfoy’s lips quirked. “Yes.”
Harry frowned.
“As I said. Complicated.” Malfoy reached for a biscuit. “Why don’t we start out with something simpler?” He nodded at the plate of biscuits. “Try to levitate one of those to you.”
“What?” Harry snorted. “How?”
“Just try.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. Although I dunno what this will prove.”
“Humour me.”
Staring at a biscuit, Harry willed it to come to him. He concentrated for a moment, and when nothing happened, he looked at Malfoy. “See?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. Shifting closer, he said, “I’m going to touch you. When I do, try again.”
Harry heaved a sigh. “Okay.”
The moment Malfoy’s fingers pressed lightly against his arm, Harry tried to concentrate, but instead images flashed through his head.
He was in bed with Malfoy, and they were laughing uproariously at something…they were walking hand in hand beside a lake…Malfoy had him pressed up against a tree and was snogging him as if their lives depended on it…they were facing off against each other, wands drawn, a mischievous light in Malfoy’s eyes…they were in bed again, Harry wearing a red and gold jumper with matching pants, Malfoy beside him, up on one elbow, watching him, open hunger in his eyes…
Harry exhaled, blinking as he came back to himself. In his hand was the biscuit he’d been concentrating on. Malfoy was no longer touching him.
“See? I told you,” Malfoy said, smiling. “I knew you still had magic in you.”
“You mean it worked?” Harry stared down at the biscuit.
“You don’t remember?” Malfoy asked, his smile fading. His eyes narrowed. “You had another vision, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Harry turned the biscuit over in his hands.
“What did you see this time?”
Harry smiled. “Lots of stuff involving us.” He looked up at Malfoy. “We were in bed a lot.” He coughed. “I was in a red and gold jumper—”
Malfoy’s eyes widened. He stood abruptly. “Wait here,” he said.
Harry rolled his eyes. As if he had a choice? He’d probably already lost his job, and he had no idea where he was. He nibbled on the biscuit, finishing it quickly.
About two minutes later, Malfoy returned, something in his hand. “Is this what you saw?” he asked, handing Harry a photo.
Brushing crumbs off his fingers, Harry took the photo and looked at it. He sucked in a breath as the figure in the picture moved. “Yes,” he said faintly.
The photo was of him, on his back, wearing the jumper and pants he saw in his vision. The jumper was pushed up, exposing his body, and he was lightly running his hand over his own bare stomach. As Harry watched, picture Harry smiled into the camera and winked. Harry’s hand shook.
“That is one of my favourite pictures of you,” Malfoy whispered, sitting back down. “It was after a Quidditch match. You’d just won again. We were back in your room, and something made me pick up a camera and take that.”
Harry nodded, tracing the figure in the photo with his finger. “It moves. Do all magic pictures do that?”
Malfoy laughed softly. “Generally, yes. See? You are magical.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “All that proves is I can see magic, not that I can do it. And since I didn’t see myself levitate the biscuit, how do I know it happened? For all I know you put it in my hand while I was…distracted.”
“Hm.” Malfoy shook his head. “Well, first, I wouldn’t do that.”
Harry shrugged. “Well of course you’d say that—”
Malfoy sighed. “Right. Well, it seems we’ve reached the end of what I can do.”
Harry blinked at him, his heart plummeting. Did that mean Malfoy was done with him? That he was going to send him back to his former life as an accountant? And why did that thought fill Harry with dread? “What does that mean? What are you going to do now?”
“Now?” Malfoy hummed. “Now we need reinforcements.”
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Part 10 (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: 706
Rating: PG
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy (eventually).
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100/slythindor100's Christmas Challenge prompt #9: Harry Photo. Summary: Harry learns more about himself and Malfoy.
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 9 of my H/D Homecoming Series (LJ/IJ/DW).
Back to Part 8 (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Homecoming - Part 9
~
Malfoy leaned back in his chair, his expression thoughtful. “Us?” He laughed. “We’re…complicated.”
Harry licked his lips. “We’re obviously something to each other,” he said. “Are we friends?” He shrugged. “Enemies?”
Malfoy’s lips quirked. “Yes.”
Harry frowned.
“As I said. Complicated.” Malfoy reached for a biscuit. “Why don’t we start out with something simpler?” He nodded at the plate of biscuits. “Try to levitate one of those to you.”
“What?” Harry snorted. “How?”
“Just try.”
Harry rolled his eyes. “Fine. Although I dunno what this will prove.”
“Humour me.”
Staring at a biscuit, Harry willed it to come to him. He concentrated for a moment, and when nothing happened, he looked at Malfoy. “See?”
Malfoy narrowed his eyes. Shifting closer, he said, “I’m going to touch you. When I do, try again.”
Harry heaved a sigh. “Okay.”
The moment Malfoy’s fingers pressed lightly against his arm, Harry tried to concentrate, but instead images flashed through his head.
He was in bed with Malfoy, and they were laughing uproariously at something…they were walking hand in hand beside a lake…Malfoy had him pressed up against a tree and was snogging him as if their lives depended on it…they were facing off against each other, wands drawn, a mischievous light in Malfoy’s eyes…they were in bed again, Harry wearing a red and gold jumper with matching pants, Malfoy beside him, up on one elbow, watching him, open hunger in his eyes…
Harry exhaled, blinking as he came back to himself. In his hand was the biscuit he’d been concentrating on. Malfoy was no longer touching him.
“See? I told you,” Malfoy said, smiling. “I knew you still had magic in you.”
“You mean it worked?” Harry stared down at the biscuit.
“You don’t remember?” Malfoy asked, his smile fading. His eyes narrowed. “You had another vision, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Harry turned the biscuit over in his hands.
“What did you see this time?”
Harry smiled. “Lots of stuff involving us.” He looked up at Malfoy. “We were in bed a lot.” He coughed. “I was in a red and gold jumper—”
Malfoy’s eyes widened. He stood abruptly. “Wait here,” he said.
Harry rolled his eyes. As if he had a choice? He’d probably already lost his job, and he had no idea where he was. He nibbled on the biscuit, finishing it quickly.
About two minutes later, Malfoy returned, something in his hand. “Is this what you saw?” he asked, handing Harry a photo.
Brushing crumbs off his fingers, Harry took the photo and looked at it. He sucked in a breath as the figure in the picture moved. “Yes,” he said faintly.
The photo was of him, on his back, wearing the jumper and pants he saw in his vision. The jumper was pushed up, exposing his body, and he was lightly running his hand over his own bare stomach. As Harry watched, picture Harry smiled into the camera and winked. Harry’s hand shook.
“That is one of my favourite pictures of you,” Malfoy whispered, sitting back down. “It was after a Quidditch match. You’d just won again. We were back in your room, and something made me pick up a camera and take that.”
Harry nodded, tracing the figure in the photo with his finger. “It moves. Do all magic pictures do that?”
Malfoy laughed softly. “Generally, yes. See? You are magical.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “All that proves is I can see magic, not that I can do it. And since I didn’t see myself levitate the biscuit, how do I know it happened? For all I know you put it in my hand while I was…distracted.”
“Hm.” Malfoy shook his head. “Well, first, I wouldn’t do that.”
Harry shrugged. “Well of course you’d say that—”
Malfoy sighed. “Right. Well, it seems we’ve reached the end of what I can do.”
Harry blinked at him, his heart plummeting. Did that mean Malfoy was done with him? That he was going to send him back to his former life as an accountant? And why did that thought fill Harry with dread? “What does that mean? What are you going to do now?”
“Now?” Malfoy hummed. “Now we need reinforcements.”
~
Part 10 (LJ/IJ/DW)
