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unavoidedcrisis
Title: Realization
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unavoidedcrisis
Prompt: Fight [#10 for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
10_hurt_comfort challenge]
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG 14
Word Count: 531
Warnings: M/M pairing.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they are JKRowling's. I just play with them.
“I hope you burn, Malfoy, I really do!” Harry shouted, slamming the door. He headed for the stairs, fuming.
He did not like to yell so much, especially at Draco, but sometimes he just got too upset to stop himself. By the time he reached the street in front of their brownstone apartment building, he had almost forgotten what the initial argument had been about.
Of course it had been something small, Harry recalled, glancing idly around to see if anyone else was in the street or perhaps looking out a window. He didn’t see anyone so he slipped his wand from his back pocket and cast a small warming spell. He had picked a chilly night to storm out without a sweater.
The dishes? Had it been about who was to do the washing up? Harry shook his head. Of course, something stupid, like it normally began. But as everything with Draco went, the argument had spiraled down into a yelling match about everything under the sun.
The would argue about things that happened seven years ago when they were still in school, argue about who said what to whom and who threaten to do what to who’s friends and whose bright idea it was to move in together anyways… It was only some fantastic spell work- by Draco. Harry would even admit that in his most angry of moods- that kept their yelling from reaching the ears of everyone in the building.
It keeps all the other loud noises in, too, a small, sentimental, voice reminded him. Harry smiled in spite of himself. Draco could definitely be…vocal, if the mood struck him.
The sound of a window being throw open above him caused him to look up.
Draco was leaning out of the frame- the window in the living room, if Harry had any guess.
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks…” Harry murmured. He stepped closer to the building, wary of anything that might drop from the window and land on him. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry had experienced an aerial assault.
“Potter?!”
Harry didn’t say anything, he just listened. What sort of nasty curses would Draco come up with this time?
“Potter? … Harry? Are you out there? Come- guh. Come home. I did the dishes and everything. I’m sorry…”
Harry blinked. He could count on one hand the number of times Draco had ever said that to him.
Harry flew up the stairs, two and three at a time. Draco was waiting just inside the door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet from the shower. “I lied, I didn’t touch the dishes.”
“…” Harry could see the sink from where he was standing, and indeed it was still piled high with dirty plates and glasses.
“But really,” Draco continued, “Who gives a damn about the dishes. We can do them later.”
Harry could feel the whole fight starting again. “But why? What are we doing right this second that is so bloody important?”
Draco dropped his towel and pushed the door shut with two long, pale fingers, then brought his fingers back to trail across Harry’s shoulders.
“Oh.”
[fin]
You know feedback is always welcome.
Author:
unavoidedcrisisPrompt: Fight [#10 for the
10_hurt_comfort challenge]Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG 14
Word Count: 531
Warnings: M/M pairing.
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, they are JKRowling's. I just play with them.
“I hope you burn, Malfoy, I really do!” Harry shouted, slamming the door. He headed for the stairs, fuming.
He did not like to yell so much, especially at Draco, but sometimes he just got too upset to stop himself. By the time he reached the street in front of their brownstone apartment building, he had almost forgotten what the initial argument had been about.
Of course it had been something small, Harry recalled, glancing idly around to see if anyone else was in the street or perhaps looking out a window. He didn’t see anyone so he slipped his wand from his back pocket and cast a small warming spell. He had picked a chilly night to storm out without a sweater.
The dishes? Had it been about who was to do the washing up? Harry shook his head. Of course, something stupid, like it normally began. But as everything with Draco went, the argument had spiraled down into a yelling match about everything under the sun.
The would argue about things that happened seven years ago when they were still in school, argue about who said what to whom and who threaten to do what to who’s friends and whose bright idea it was to move in together anyways… It was only some fantastic spell work- by Draco. Harry would even admit that in his most angry of moods- that kept their yelling from reaching the ears of everyone in the building.
It keeps all the other loud noises in, too, a small, sentimental, voice reminded him. Harry smiled in spite of himself. Draco could definitely be…vocal, if the mood struck him.
The sound of a window being throw open above him caused him to look up.
Draco was leaning out of the frame- the window in the living room, if Harry had any guess.
“But soft, what light through yonder window breaks…” Harry murmured. He stepped closer to the building, wary of anything that might drop from the window and land on him. It wouldn’t be the first time Harry had experienced an aerial assault.
“Potter?!”
Harry didn’t say anything, he just listened. What sort of nasty curses would Draco come up with this time?
“Potter? … Harry? Are you out there? Come- guh. Come home. I did the dishes and everything. I’m sorry…”
Harry blinked. He could count on one hand the number of times Draco had ever said that to him.
Harry flew up the stairs, two and three at a time. Draco was waiting just inside the door with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair dripping wet from the shower. “I lied, I didn’t touch the dishes.”
“…” Harry could see the sink from where he was standing, and indeed it was still piled high with dirty plates and glasses.
“But really,” Draco continued, “Who gives a damn about the dishes. We can do them later.”
Harry could feel the whole fight starting again. “But why? What are we doing right this second that is so bloody important?”
Draco dropped his towel and pushed the door shut with two long, pale fingers, then brought his fingers back to trail across Harry’s shoulders.
“Oh.”
[fin]
You know feedback is always welcome.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 05:06 am (UTC)I love the ending!
And the fact that it's about dishes~~
*ish happy*
You are full of win and awesome m'dear!
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 06:03 pm (UTC)I'm slightly offended, but rather amused at the same time.
Your such a looser face.
teeheeheehehehe
(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-25 08:19 pm (UTC)