Fic: Deep Conversation
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alisanneTitle: Deep Conversation
Author:alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 530
Warnings: None except an only fleeting connection to the prompts. :P
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slythindor100's prompt # 9: Flaming plum pudding, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: First Christmas together. Part 9 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).
Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
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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Deep Conversation
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“Mm.” Malfoy set down his empty goblet, his fourth of the night. His eyes were a bit unfocussed as he looked at Harry. “That’s better.” He leaned back into the sofa and raised an eyebrow. “All right, Potter. I’m ready. Say what you have to say.”
Harry smiled. “You seem to think this is something I can just blurt out. It’s not. This…what’s happening between us has been years in the making. And it’s not just about sex.” He laughed softly. “Although there’s plenty of that in there, too, trust me.”
“Oh please. I knew that. I’ve always known that.” Malfoy’s head was resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. “We’ve been dancing around that for years.” He snorted. “Pansy’s been teasing me about my feelings for you, telling me to just shag you and get it out of my system for ages. And now you’re telling me she was right? Salazar, she’s going to be insufferable.”
“You’re not listening to me.” Harry leaned forward in his chair, his hands clasped before him. “It’s not just about sex. I can find plenty of men to shag, and I’m sure you can, too. It’s about our connection.”
“Oh Merlin. You’re probably one of those people who have to have feelings to have sex, aren’t you?” Malfoy groans. “I bet you’re also one of those who has to have their flaming plum pudding completely cool before eating it.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a man. I can have sex just about any time the wind blows in the right direction. This is about before and after sex. This is about someone who I want to be with when we’re not shagging. Someone who I want to do things with, someone who stimulates my mind as well as my body, someone who challenges me, who doesn’t take my shit.”
“I definitely don’t do that,” said Malfoy around a yawn.
“That’s for sure.” Harry shook his head, still focussing on his own hands, afraid to look at Malfoy for fear of what he would see on his face. “It’s one of the things I most enjoyed about spending time with you tonight. The banter. I miss that from school. Other than Ron and Hermione, people are too deferent these days, you know? I want someone I can be myself around, someone who doesn’t have me on some sort of stupid pedestal. So, what do you say? Are you willing to give us a shot? Are you willing to make this our first Christmas together?”
When Malfoy didn’t reply, Harry sighed. “You probably think I’m an idiot. A romantic, Gryffindor idiot. And you could be right. But I still want to try. Please say something.”
Malfoy still didn’t respond, and when Harry looked up, he blinked. “Oh for—”
Malfoy, his eyes closed, was laid out on the sofa, his breathing even. As Harry watched, he emit a tiny snore, shifting in his sleep.
“That’s the last time I try to have a serious conversation with you when you’ve been drinking,” Harry murmured. Shaking his head, he stood up, Summoned a blanket, and pulled it over Malfoy, tucking him in. “Sleep well.”
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Continued in Making Biscuits (LJ/IJ/DW).
Author:
alisanneRating: PG
Pairing/Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 530
Warnings: None except an only fleeting connection to the prompts. :P
A/N: Written for
slythindor100/slythindor100's prompt # 9: Flaming plum pudding, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: First Christmas together. Part 9 of Christmas Crush (LJ/IJ/DW).Beta(s): None, poke me if you spot anything.
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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Deep Conversation
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“Mm.” Malfoy set down his empty goblet, his fourth of the night. His eyes were a bit unfocussed as he looked at Harry. “That’s better.” He leaned back into the sofa and raised an eyebrow. “All right, Potter. I’m ready. Say what you have to say.”
Harry smiled. “You seem to think this is something I can just blurt out. It’s not. This…what’s happening between us has been years in the making. And it’s not just about sex.” He laughed softly. “Although there’s plenty of that in there, too, trust me.”
“Oh please. I knew that. I’ve always known that.” Malfoy’s head was resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes closed. “We’ve been dancing around that for years.” He snorted. “Pansy’s been teasing me about my feelings for you, telling me to just shag you and get it out of my system for ages. And now you’re telling me she was right? Salazar, she’s going to be insufferable.”
“You’re not listening to me.” Harry leaned forward in his chair, his hands clasped before him. “It’s not just about sex. I can find plenty of men to shag, and I’m sure you can, too. It’s about our connection.”
“Oh Merlin. You’re probably one of those people who have to have feelings to have sex, aren’t you?” Malfoy groans. “I bet you’re also one of those who has to have their flaming plum pudding completely cool before eating it.”
Harry snorted. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a man. I can have sex just about any time the wind blows in the right direction. This is about before and after sex. This is about someone who I want to be with when we’re not shagging. Someone who I want to do things with, someone who stimulates my mind as well as my body, someone who challenges me, who doesn’t take my shit.”
“I definitely don’t do that,” said Malfoy around a yawn.
“That’s for sure.” Harry shook his head, still focussing on his own hands, afraid to look at Malfoy for fear of what he would see on his face. “It’s one of the things I most enjoyed about spending time with you tonight. The banter. I miss that from school. Other than Ron and Hermione, people are too deferent these days, you know? I want someone I can be myself around, someone who doesn’t have me on some sort of stupid pedestal. So, what do you say? Are you willing to give us a shot? Are you willing to make this our first Christmas together?”
When Malfoy didn’t reply, Harry sighed. “You probably think I’m an idiot. A romantic, Gryffindor idiot. And you could be right. But I still want to try. Please say something.”
Malfoy still didn’t respond, and when Harry looked up, he blinked. “Oh for—”
Malfoy, his eyes closed, was laid out on the sofa, his breathing even. As Harry watched, he emit a tiny snore, shifting in his sleep.
“That’s the last time I try to have a serious conversation with you when you’ve been drinking,” Harry murmured. Shaking his head, he stood up, Summoned a blanket, and pulled it over Malfoy, tucking him in. “Sleep well.”
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Continued in Making Biscuits (LJ/IJ/DW).
