Fic: Coming Clean
Title: Coming Clean
Author:![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 695
Warnings: alas, flirting is over, it's fighting time.
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slythindor100's prompt # 6: Christmas lights in park, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Enchanted Garland. Part 6 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s):torino10154.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Coming Clean
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Harry’s breath hitched. “You…what?” he asked.
Wrapping his arms around Harry, Malfoy rolled over, pinning Harry beneath him. Despite the cold Harry could feel seeping into him from the snow, however, he felt warmed by the look in Malfoy’s eyes. “We’ve been dancing around it all night, Potter. Are we going to shag or not?”
“Merlin. I hope so.” It slipped out before Harry could prevent it.
Malfoy’s lips curved up. “Shall we get on with it, then?”
Harry frowned. “It’s not something I want to just…get on with,” he said. “I want—”
Malfoy was watching him carefully. “What? What do you want?”
Harry cleared his throat. “I have a bit of a confession.”
“What sort of confession?” Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “Did someone say something to you about me? Who was it? I’ll kill them!”
“No!” Harry shivered. “Can we get up out of the snow? It’s uncomfortable.”
Slowly, Malfoy stood, helping Harry up. Once they were standing, Harry tucked his hand into his pocket and extended his elbow in a clear invitation.
“What are you doing?” asked Malfoy.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Malfoy huffed. “Arm in arm? You are such a Gryffindor.” Shaking his head, he nevertheless linked his arm through Harry’s. “This is ridiculous.”
Slanting his eyes at Malfoy, Harry grinned. “Chalk it up to my Gryffindorness.”
“Madness,” muttered Malfoy, but he, too, was smiling.
They turned a corner and Harry blinked. “Wow.”
Fairy lights lit up all the trees of the street, casting multicoloured reflections in the icy road. It looked like an otherworldly, icy wonderland.
“Impressive,” agreed Malfoy. He eyed Harry. “If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you planned this.”
“I wish I had,” said Harry. “It’s super romantic.”
“Is that what you want?” Malfoy snorted. “Romance?”
“What’s wrong with romance?” Harry asked as they resumed walking. “Personally I think the world would benefit from more romance.”
“You would,” Malfoy drawled. “You probably believe in love at first sight, too.”
Harry smiled. “I could be persuaded.”
Malfoy cleared his throat. “You said you had a confession. Are you going to tell me what it is or not? If not, I’m heading home.” He hummed. “Unless you’re still planning to keep me company tonight?”
“I know you have a crush on me.”
Malfoy stopped walking so abruptly, Harry almost fell. “What did you say?”
Disengaging their arms, Harry turned to face him. “I overheard you talking to Parkinson the other night at Harrods.”
A look of horror crossed Malfoy’s face. “You…Salazar on a stick.”
“I heard and I had no idea, but then I talked to people—”
“You did what?” Malfoy screeched.
“I wanted to know if anyone else knew—”
“I should hex your balls off!” said Malfoy, shaking his head. “This has all been a joke to you, hasn’t it? One more joke for you to laugh with your friends about. You—”
“No,” said Harry. “I needed some advice from my friends, but we never laughed.” He paused. “Well maybe Ron did a bit, but it was at me—”
“Fuck you, Potter!” Malfoy looked spitting angry. “You do not get to mock me—”
“I am not mocking you!” Harry reached for Malfoy, who evaded his grasp. “Please! I just want us to do…whatever this is without any false pretenses.”
“This? There is no this, nor will there ever be.” Magic was swirling around Malfoy, and Harry recognised the beginnings of a Disapparation.
“No!” cried Harry, reacting instinctively, and garland from a nearby decorated pole whipped out, latching itself around Malfoy’s waist. Malfoy was pulled back against the pole as the enchanted garland wrapped itself several times around him.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter?” shouted Malfoy. “Release me at once!”
“Sorry,” said Harry, moving towards him. “You’re going to listen to me.”
“Finite!” cried Malfoy, but the garland didn’t budge. He tried to wriggle out from its grasp but it just tightened.
“Are you done?” asked Harry after a few moments.
“You are an arse, Harry Potter!” hissed Malfoy.
“Are you ready to listen?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
“Fine. Then proceed.”
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Continued in Communication (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 695
Warnings: alas, flirting is over, it's fighting time.
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 6: Christmas lights in park, and for 
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Enchanted Garland. Part 6 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s):
torino10154.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
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Coming Clean
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Harry’s breath hitched. “You…what?” he asked.
Wrapping his arms around Harry, Malfoy rolled over, pinning Harry beneath him. Despite the cold Harry could feel seeping into him from the snow, however, he felt warmed by the look in Malfoy’s eyes. “We’ve been dancing around it all night, Potter. Are we going to shag or not?”
“Merlin. I hope so.” It slipped out before Harry could prevent it.
Malfoy’s lips curved up. “Shall we get on with it, then?”
Harry frowned. “It’s not something I want to just…get on with,” he said. “I want—”
Malfoy was watching him carefully. “What? What do you want?”
Harry cleared his throat. “I have a bit of a confession.”
“What sort of confession?” Malfoy’s eyes narrowed. “Did someone say something to you about me? Who was it? I’ll kill them!”
“No!” Harry shivered. “Can we get up out of the snow? It’s uncomfortable.”
Slowly, Malfoy stood, helping Harry up. Once they were standing, Harry tucked his hand into his pocket and extended his elbow in a clear invitation.
“What are you doing?” asked Malfoy.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
Malfoy huffed. “Arm in arm? You are such a Gryffindor.” Shaking his head, he nevertheless linked his arm through Harry’s. “This is ridiculous.”
Slanting his eyes at Malfoy, Harry grinned. “Chalk it up to my Gryffindorness.”
“Madness,” muttered Malfoy, but he, too, was smiling.
They turned a corner and Harry blinked. “Wow.”
Fairy lights lit up all the trees of the street, casting multicoloured reflections in the icy road. It looked like an otherworldly, icy wonderland.
“Impressive,” agreed Malfoy. He eyed Harry. “If I didn’t know better, I’d have thought you planned this.”
“I wish I had,” said Harry. “It’s super romantic.”
“Is that what you want?” Malfoy snorted. “Romance?”
“What’s wrong with romance?” Harry asked as they resumed walking. “Personally I think the world would benefit from more romance.”
“You would,” Malfoy drawled. “You probably believe in love at first sight, too.”
Harry smiled. “I could be persuaded.”
Malfoy cleared his throat. “You said you had a confession. Are you going to tell me what it is or not? If not, I’m heading home.” He hummed. “Unless you’re still planning to keep me company tonight?”
“I know you have a crush on me.”
Malfoy stopped walking so abruptly, Harry almost fell. “What did you say?”
Disengaging their arms, Harry turned to face him. “I overheard you talking to Parkinson the other night at Harrods.”
A look of horror crossed Malfoy’s face. “You…Salazar on a stick.”
“I heard and I had no idea, but then I talked to people—”
“You did what?” Malfoy screeched.
“I wanted to know if anyone else knew—”
“I should hex your balls off!” said Malfoy, shaking his head. “This has all been a joke to you, hasn’t it? One more joke for you to laugh with your friends about. You—”
“No,” said Harry. “I needed some advice from my friends, but we never laughed.” He paused. “Well maybe Ron did a bit, but it was at me—”
“Fuck you, Potter!” Malfoy looked spitting angry. “You do not get to mock me—”
“I am not mocking you!” Harry reached for Malfoy, who evaded his grasp. “Please! I just want us to do…whatever this is without any false pretenses.”
“This? There is no this, nor will there ever be.” Magic was swirling around Malfoy, and Harry recognised the beginnings of a Disapparation.
“No!” cried Harry, reacting instinctively, and garland from a nearby decorated pole whipped out, latching itself around Malfoy’s waist. Malfoy was pulled back against the pole as the enchanted garland wrapped itself several times around him.
“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing, Potter?” shouted Malfoy. “Release me at once!”
“Sorry,” said Harry, moving towards him. “You’re going to listen to me.”
“Finite!” cried Malfoy, but the garland didn’t budge. He tried to wriggle out from its grasp but it just tightened.
“Are you done?” asked Harry after a few moments.
“You are an arse, Harry Potter!” hissed Malfoy.
“Are you ready to listen?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.”
“Fine. Then proceed.”
~
Continued in Communication (LJ/IJ/DW).
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Harry smiled. “I could be persuaded.”
Hmm - Madam Malkins - really Draco? That is quite telling ;)
But I like that Draco bristles like this - he doesn't believe anyone could love him, fucking yes, that is easy like dancing in a club. But love? That is like a Slowfox that requires lots of practice, and trust in your partner.
Thank you for not making this too easy ;)
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*nods* Draco is anything but easy. Harry does at least know that.
Glad you're enjoying this, hon!
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Mentioning Ron was probably a mistake to set the mood.
That Potter.
Eager for more.
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LOL! Poor Ron. He's a alway such a dampener.
Thanks, dear!
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