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dracoharry100Title: Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You, 55
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: justice
Rating for this post:? PG-13
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 54 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/395253.html#cutid1
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Draco turned sharply toward Harry, shoulders rigid, face grim, wand still outstretched. Just furiously watching, disbelieving, as Harry dissolved with helpless, cathartic laughter.
First Draco frowned, then his hands went to his hips. But then his mouth twisted into a half-smile. And then he, too, was finally laughing with relief. The tension and fear drained off of them both as Harry sheared off layers of protection spells. The spells had done their job, but their power (and worse, why they’d been required) made him itch.
Eventually both men rested on the manicured lawn, looking up at the gorgeous blue sky.
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“If there were real justice in the world,” Harry murmured, “global pandemics would mean horrible weather. I’m glad for spring, but it also feels wrong, yeah? People are dying in droves, no way to save them, and yet it’s like this out here?”
“Merlin, Harry, you really know how to wreck a mood.”
Harry let his hands twist restlessly in the grass. He pulled out a long strand and ran a fingertip over it, back and forth.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I don’t mean to. It’s just… I feel meant to be doing more to help than just… waiting.”
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“Ah,” Draco said, like he understood Harry completely.
Harry blushed. Did he actually want to be understood, or just entertained? He wasn’t sure, except sex with Draco was very entertaining. And they’d just been laughing! He was an idiot. A topic-changing idiot.
“You have a hero complex,” Draco stated.
Harry’s blush deepened. “Hermione calls it a ‘saving-people-thing.’”
“Well, if anyone can justify such feelings, whatever they are called, it would be you.” He reached over and took Harry’s hand into his own, squeezed, then didn’t let go. “You saved us all, once. No wonder you itch to do it again.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/396607.html#cutid1
Author: twisted_miracle
Team: Death Eaters
Word count: 100x3
Characters/pairings: Harry/Draco
Challenge: justice
Rating for this post:? PG-13
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!
Author's note: Comments are love!
Start here: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/329496.html
Part 54 https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/395253.html#cutid1
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Draco turned sharply toward Harry, shoulders rigid, face grim, wand still outstretched. Just furiously watching, disbelieving, as Harry dissolved with helpless, cathartic laughter.
First Draco frowned, then his hands went to his hips. But then his mouth twisted into a half-smile. And then he, too, was finally laughing with relief. The tension and fear drained off of them both as Harry sheared off layers of protection spells. The spells had done their job, but their power (and worse, why they’d been required) made him itch.
Eventually both men rested on the manicured lawn, looking up at the gorgeous blue sky.
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“If there were real justice in the world,” Harry murmured, “global pandemics would mean horrible weather. I’m glad for spring, but it also feels wrong, yeah? People are dying in droves, no way to save them, and yet it’s like this out here?”
“Merlin, Harry, you really know how to wreck a mood.”
Harry let his hands twist restlessly in the grass. He pulled out a long strand and ran a fingertip over it, back and forth.
“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “I don’t mean to. It’s just… I feel meant to be doing more to help than just… waiting.”
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“Ah,” Draco said, like he understood Harry completely.
Harry blushed. Did he actually want to be understood, or just entertained? He wasn’t sure, except sex with Draco was very entertaining. And they’d just been laughing! He was an idiot. A topic-changing idiot.
“You have a hero complex,” Draco stated.
Harry’s blush deepened. “Hermione calls it a ‘saving-people-thing.’”
“Well, if anyone can justify such feelings, whatever they are called, it would be you.” He reached over and took Harry’s hand into his own, squeezed, then didn’t let go. “You saved us all, once. No wonder you itch to do it again.”
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Continued: https://dracoharry100.dreamwidth.org/396607.html#cutid1
