First Watch, 27 (Ending)
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dracoharry100Title: First Watch, 27 (Ending)
Author:twisted_miracle
Team: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: build (5x) and valuable (1x)
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Rated: Rated NC-17 overall
Summary: Harry and Draco clear some things up.
Author's note: So, this is what happens when I have a bunch from the last prompt in the pipeline but don't manage to post them before the deadline. I do a little rewriting and boom, have a bunch of drabbles REALLY early in the week! Also, this one is finished now!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 26: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/268490.html#cutid1
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Draco forced himself to think. “It is ridiculous that a famous, heroic—”
Harry scoffed, pulling on boxers.
Draco stood taller, tried again. “No man with your reputation would risk—”
Harry laughed out loud.
“You are not taking me seriously!” Draco bellowed. Then he winced.
“I think it’s more that you’re taking me far too seriously. You know what matters to me, Draco? My time. My happiness. My work. But my built-up, media-made reputation? With random wizards? People I’ll never meet? Pfft. Like I’d turn you away because of something one or a dozen or even a thousand strangers might think.”
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“But, I’m sure people whose opinion you value will….” Draco trailed off, unsure.
Harry stepped closer and took Draco’s hand into his own. His eyes were so soft.
“Like who, my boss? Who hired you for a critical job? Which you aced? Like, er, Molly Weasley? Who tries to build me up to every remotely nice queer guy she knows, even men twenty years older?”
Draco didn’t know what to say.
“Maybe you think Hermione or Ron would pressure me to leave you behind?”
Draco waited.
“Hermione thinks very highly of you these days, I think you already know that.”
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“Ron?” Draco asked, conscious he’d not been promised smooth sailing with that Weasley.
Harry snorted quietly, and his face went a little wry. “Well,” he said, and Draco’s heart sank slightly.
“The thing with Ron is, yes, he might be an arse at first. But he values my friendship as much as I value his. And I have an ace.” Harry gave a silly, exaggerated wink. “Hermione.”
Draco’s hands tightened around Harry’s without permission, so he averted his eyes just long enough to wipe away the beginnings of a smirk.
When Draco met his eyes again, Harry was clearly delighted.
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“I want a chance, Draco.” Harry put an arm around Draco. Pulled him in. Squeezed the hand trapped between their bare chests. Kissed Draco’s cheek.
“This is positively surreal,” Draco murmured, then froze. “That was audible, wasn’t it?”
“You are so fucking cute,” Harry said, as though it was an answer. “You don’t like being vulnerable, do you?”
Draco couldn’t respond.
“I can’t make you less vulnerable, but how about I expose myself a little, here? Make things feel a little bit more equal?”
Draco breathed.
“I want to build something real with you,” Harry said, and Draco finally nodded.
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Despite the lateness of the hour, Harry slipped into joggers, loaned Draco a dressing gown to throw on over his trousers, and made a pot of tea. They sat in Harry’s kitchen and Harry bared his soul. He exposed insecurities. He talked about the war, and work, and the utter mess he’d built in his relationship with Ginny.
Harry even admitted things about his childhood that alternately made Draco’s blood boil and his bullshit sensors ping. He believed Harry, and yet, who could believe that Harry Golden Boy Potter, Dumbledore’s Pet Potter, was raised like a house-elf in a cupboard?
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The sun rose.
Harry yawned.
Draco blushed. “I’ve kept you up all night.” He yawned, too.
“S’fine,” Harry said, resting his head on his hand. “Did it help?”
“I hardly believe this night was real,” Draco said. “But to borrow your phrase, I feel we have started building something. Together.”
“Something good?” Harry said. His smile was so sweet that Draco kissed it.
“Yes,” Draco agreed. He stroked Harry’s hair. “It feels we’ve started something very good, indeed.”
“Then can we go back to bed? Just to sleep, though. I’m exhausted.”
Laughing, Draco took Harry’s hand, and together, they slept.
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Fin
(Posted as a complete fic at Ao3)
Author:
twisted_miracleTeam: death eaters
Word count: 100x6
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: build (5x) and valuable (1x)
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, they belong to the clever Scottish lady. I just bend them and love them. Please don't smack me for playing. It isn't like I am going to earn any money from this!
Rated: Rated NC-17 overall
Summary: Harry and Draco clear some things up.
Author's note: So, this is what happens when I have a bunch from the last prompt in the pipeline but don't manage to post them before the deadline. I do a little rewriting and boom, have a bunch of drabbles REALLY early in the week! Also, this one is finished now!
Part 1: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/148593.html
Part 26: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/268490.html#cutid1
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Draco forced himself to think. “It is ridiculous that a famous, heroic—”
Harry scoffed, pulling on boxers.
Draco stood taller, tried again. “No man with your reputation would risk—”
Harry laughed out loud.
“You are not taking me seriously!” Draco bellowed. Then he winced.
“I think it’s more that you’re taking me far too seriously. You know what matters to me, Draco? My time. My happiness. My work. But my built-up, media-made reputation? With random wizards? People I’ll never meet? Pfft. Like I’d turn you away because of something one or a dozen or even a thousand strangers might think.”
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“But, I’m sure people whose opinion you value will….” Draco trailed off, unsure.
Harry stepped closer and took Draco’s hand into his own. His eyes were so soft.
“Like who, my boss? Who hired you for a critical job? Which you aced? Like, er, Molly Weasley? Who tries to build me up to every remotely nice queer guy she knows, even men twenty years older?”
Draco didn’t know what to say.
“Maybe you think Hermione or Ron would pressure me to leave you behind?”
Draco waited.
“Hermione thinks very highly of you these days, I think you already know that.”
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“Ron?” Draco asked, conscious he’d not been promised smooth sailing with that Weasley.
Harry snorted quietly, and his face went a little wry. “Well,” he said, and Draco’s heart sank slightly.
“The thing with Ron is, yes, he might be an arse at first. But he values my friendship as much as I value his. And I have an ace.” Harry gave a silly, exaggerated wink. “Hermione.”
Draco’s hands tightened around Harry’s without permission, so he averted his eyes just long enough to wipe away the beginnings of a smirk.
When Draco met his eyes again, Harry was clearly delighted.
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“I want a chance, Draco.” Harry put an arm around Draco. Pulled him in. Squeezed the hand trapped between their bare chests. Kissed Draco’s cheek.
“This is positively surreal,” Draco murmured, then froze. “That was audible, wasn’t it?”
“You are so fucking cute,” Harry said, as though it was an answer. “You don’t like being vulnerable, do you?”
Draco couldn’t respond.
“I can’t make you less vulnerable, but how about I expose myself a little, here? Make things feel a little bit more equal?”
Draco breathed.
“I want to build something real with you,” Harry said, and Draco finally nodded.
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Despite the lateness of the hour, Harry slipped into joggers, loaned Draco a dressing gown to throw on over his trousers, and made a pot of tea. They sat in Harry’s kitchen and Harry bared his soul. He exposed insecurities. He talked about the war, and work, and the utter mess he’d built in his relationship with Ginny.
Harry even admitted things about his childhood that alternately made Draco’s blood boil and his bullshit sensors ping. He believed Harry, and yet, who could believe that Harry Golden Boy Potter, Dumbledore’s Pet Potter, was raised like a house-elf in a cupboard?
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The sun rose.
Harry yawned.
Draco blushed. “I’ve kept you up all night.” He yawned, too.
“S’fine,” Harry said, resting his head on his hand. “Did it help?”
“I hardly believe this night was real,” Draco said. “But to borrow your phrase, I feel we have started building something. Together.”
“Something good?” Harry said. His smile was so sweet that Draco kissed it.
“Yes,” Draco agreed. He stroked Harry’s hair. “It feels we’ve started something very good, indeed.”
“Then can we go back to bed? Just to sleep, though. I’m exhausted.”
Laughing, Draco took Harry’s hand, and together, they slept.
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Fin
(Posted as a complete fic at Ao3)
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