Fic: Going Home: Part Two
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alisanneTitle: Going Home: Part Two
Author:alisanne
Word count: ~790
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
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dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Stranded away from home, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 2 (traditional): Frost on glass.
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: Part 2 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW). In which we get some back story. Buckle up for angst. ;)
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Going Home: Part Two
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Draco stared at the parchment so long, he almost looked spellstruck. “Draco? Love?” Harry said gently. “Are you all right?”
Raising his head, Draco stared at Harry, his eyes a bit wild. “My estranged mother just owled me about my father, Harry! The father who disowned me and who said, and I quote, ‘Don’t come back until you stop taking it up the arse!’ The mother who hasn’t spoken to me since you and I…since we—”
Harry pulled Draco into his arms. “I know. And I’m sorry, it was a stupid question. Come and sit.”
Draco let Harry steer him over to the sofa, and didn’t even argue when Harry pulled him into his lap. Harry rubbed soothing circles on Draco’s back and rested his chin on Draco’s hair. Only when Draco had relaxed, and his breathing had slowed, did Harry let him go. “Better?”
Shifting away, Draco scooted back until just his legs were draped over Harry’s lap. The letter, crushed in his hand, went ignored as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Harry took the unsubtle hint and began rubbing Draco’s feet. He didn’t ask any more questions, knowing Draco would talk when he was ready.
“Why now?” Draco finally whispered, raising his head.
Harry shrugged, pressing his thumb into Draco’s arch. “Does it say what’s happened to your…to Lucius?” he asked, nodding at the abused parchment in Draco’s fist.
“No.” Draco smoothed out the parchment, rereading the letter, although Harry was pretty sure he could probably recite it from memory. “I’d read it to you, but it’s not very complimentary.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” said Harry, ducking his head to hide his face.
“Liar.” Draco sighed. “I knew Father wouldn’t be pleased when we ended up together, but I at least though Mother would understand.” He snorted. “And honestly, I still feel as thought it’s the situation they object to rather than you personally.”
Harry looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, but it felt personal. Especially when—” He exhaled. “Never mind.”
“When they tried to get you fired? And then tried to get the Wizengamot to forcibly disinherit you because of your improper lifestyle? Yeah, it felt rather personal to me, too, since I was there, and what happens to you, happens to me.” Draco exhaled again. “Right. Calming breaths.”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yes.”
Draco took a moment to recover before continuing. “Anyway, she wants me to come ho—back to the Manor.” His gaze locked with Harry’s. “Fuck. This couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”
“Oh, I dunno,” said Harry. “We could be at work instead of on holiday.”
“I’d rather we were at work,” Draco said. “Instead of having our romantic holiday interrupted.”
“Actually, I’m not sure our holiday is going to be interrupted,” said Harry frowning and looking at the window. “It’s snowing.”
Draco followed the direction of his gaze. “It is. Pretty heavily.” Sliding his feet off Harry’s lap, he stood up and padded over to the window. “If we had to Apparate we could, I suppose, but—”
“But I wouldn’t risk it in weather like this,” said Harry coming up behind him, embracing him, and resting his chin on Draco’s shoulder. “Looks like we’re stranded here for the moment. What a shame.”
Draco laughed, and although it had an edge of hysteria, Harry simply held him through it. Eventually, Draco stopped, and reaching out, he ran his hand over the glass window. “I love the patterns frost makes on windows, don’t you?”
Harry smiled, nuzzling his neck and jaw. “It’s pretty enough, I suppose.” He nipped at Draco’s earlobe, smirking when Draco’s breath hitched. “But I can think of something even prettier.”
“If you’re planning to say something romantic about my eyes or some such rot, Potter,” Draco drawled, “don’t bother. I’m not in the mood. That’s not what I need right now.”
“I was going to say you never look prettier than when you take my cock, Malfoy,” growled Harry, pressing his groin against Draco’s arse. “And trust me, I know exactly what you need.”
Draco turned in Harry’s arms, looping his arms around Harry’s neck. He searched Harry’s eyes before smiling slowly. “You do know what I need, don’t you?”
Instead of answering, Harry captured Draco’s mouth, devouring it in a heated kiss. When he pulled back, Draco was panting and dazed. “Come on,” said Harry, steering him towards the bedroom.
“Promise me you’ll fuck me until I can’t even think,” Draco whispered, turning to look at Harry with pleading eyes. “Please, Harry, I can’t…I need—”
Harry kissed the words from his mouth. “I know what you need, love. Let me take care of you.”
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Continued in Going Home: Part Three (LJ/IJ/DW)
Author:
alisanneWord count: ~790
Rating: PG-13
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Stranded away from home, and for slythindor100/slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas, Day 2 (traditional): Frost on glass.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: Part 2 of Going Home (LJ/IJ/DW). In which we get some back story. Buckle up for angst. ;)
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Going Home: Part Two
~
Draco stared at the parchment so long, he almost looked spellstruck. “Draco? Love?” Harry said gently. “Are you all right?”
Raising his head, Draco stared at Harry, his eyes a bit wild. “My estranged mother just owled me about my father, Harry! The father who disowned me and who said, and I quote, ‘Don’t come back until you stop taking it up the arse!’ The mother who hasn’t spoken to me since you and I…since we—”
Harry pulled Draco into his arms. “I know. And I’m sorry, it was a stupid question. Come and sit.”
Draco let Harry steer him over to the sofa, and didn’t even argue when Harry pulled him into his lap. Harry rubbed soothing circles on Draco’s back and rested his chin on Draco’s hair. Only when Draco had relaxed, and his breathing had slowed, did Harry let him go. “Better?”
Shifting away, Draco scooted back until just his legs were draped over Harry’s lap. The letter, crushed in his hand, went ignored as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Harry took the unsubtle hint and began rubbing Draco’s feet. He didn’t ask any more questions, knowing Draco would talk when he was ready.
“Why now?” Draco finally whispered, raising his head.
Harry shrugged, pressing his thumb into Draco’s arch. “Does it say what’s happened to your…to Lucius?” he asked, nodding at the abused parchment in Draco’s fist.
“No.” Draco smoothed out the parchment, rereading the letter, although Harry was pretty sure he could probably recite it from memory. “I’d read it to you, but it’s not very complimentary.”
“I don’t give a shit about that,” said Harry, ducking his head to hide his face.
“Liar.” Draco sighed. “I knew Father wouldn’t be pleased when we ended up together, but I at least though Mother would understand.” He snorted. “And honestly, I still feel as thought it’s the situation they object to rather than you personally.”
Harry looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “Sorry, but it felt personal. Especially when—” He exhaled. “Never mind.”
“When they tried to get you fired? And then tried to get the Wizengamot to forcibly disinherit you because of your improper lifestyle? Yeah, it felt rather personal to me, too, since I was there, and what happens to you, happens to me.” Draco exhaled again. “Right. Calming breaths.”
Harry smiled faintly. “Yes.”
Draco took a moment to recover before continuing. “Anyway, she wants me to come ho—back to the Manor.” His gaze locked with Harry’s. “Fuck. This couldn’t have happened at a worse time.”
“Oh, I dunno,” said Harry. “We could be at work instead of on holiday.”
“I’d rather we were at work,” Draco said. “Instead of having our romantic holiday interrupted.”
“Actually, I’m not sure our holiday is going to be interrupted,” said Harry frowning and looking at the window. “It’s snowing.”
Draco followed the direction of his gaze. “It is. Pretty heavily.” Sliding his feet off Harry’s lap, he stood up and padded over to the window. “If we had to Apparate we could, I suppose, but—”
“But I wouldn’t risk it in weather like this,” said Harry coming up behind him, embracing him, and resting his chin on Draco’s shoulder. “Looks like we’re stranded here for the moment. What a shame.”
Draco laughed, and although it had an edge of hysteria, Harry simply held him through it. Eventually, Draco stopped, and reaching out, he ran his hand over the glass window. “I love the patterns frost makes on windows, don’t you?”
Harry smiled, nuzzling his neck and jaw. “It’s pretty enough, I suppose.” He nipped at Draco’s earlobe, smirking when Draco’s breath hitched. “But I can think of something even prettier.”
“If you’re planning to say something romantic about my eyes or some such rot, Potter,” Draco drawled, “don’t bother. I’m not in the mood. That’s not what I need right now.”
“I was going to say you never look prettier than when you take my cock, Malfoy,” growled Harry, pressing his groin against Draco’s arse. “And trust me, I know exactly what you need.”
Draco turned in Harry’s arms, looping his arms around Harry’s neck. He searched Harry’s eyes before smiling slowly. “You do know what I need, don’t you?”
Instead of answering, Harry captured Draco’s mouth, devouring it in a heated kiss. When he pulled back, Draco was panting and dazed. “Come on,” said Harry, steering him towards the bedroom.
“Promise me you’ll fuck me until I can’t even think,” Draco whispered, turning to look at Harry with pleading eyes. “Please, Harry, I can’t…I need—”
Harry kissed the words from his mouth. “I know what you need, love. Let me take care of you.”
~
Continued in Going Home: Part Three (LJ/IJ/DW)
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Date: 2017-12-03 09:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-03 10:56 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2017-12-03 09:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-03 10:56 pm (UTC)It is.
I don't blame them either.
Thanks!
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Date: 2017-12-03 11:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-03 11:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-07 08:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-12-08 07:14 pm (UTC)I guess we'll see the other side, too. Eventually.
*nods*
They take care of each other. <3
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