Secret Admirer, 4 (Harry/Draco)
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dracoharry100Title: Secret Admirer, 4
Author:digthewriter
Characters/pairings: Draco/Harry
Challenge: "Forward" fordracoharry100
Author's Notes: Unbetaed. (Full story here on ao3))
TEAM: Aurors.
Harry leaned into the wind as his broom cut through the sky, the world below reduced to shifting shadows and streaks of fading light. Flying usually cleared his head, but not tonight. Not with Malfoy still laughing with Nott like nothing had happened. Like Harry hadn't kissed him. Like, none of it meant anything.
He should've said something. It's me. I'm the one who's been sending you things. It's always been me. But instead, he'd hidden behind Luna's neat handwriting and silver wrapping paper, too scared to put his name to the truth.
He banked sharply, steadying his broom. The sky was calm, but his mind wasn’t. Maybe Malfoy didn’t care—or maybe it wasn’t him after all. His hands were stiff, and he didn’t want to land or face things inside. But he couldn’t fly forever.
With a sigh, he dipped his broom and headed for the ground. The pitch was quiet, all shadows and cold air. He wanted to move forward, say something real for once, but the truth sat in his chest like a lump he couldn't swallow. Too heavy to push out, too messy to make sense of.
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He returned to his room, his roommates were out somewhere. Probably in the library with Hermione trying not to copy her homework. Harry thought maybe that was a good idea. He shouldn't fall behind on his students just because he's losing his mind.
Harry decided to take a quick shower before heading to the library alone. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel and about to get dressed, there was a knock at the door.
Much to his surprise. Malfoy was standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
Malfoy didn't answer. Instead he stared at Harry's body.
"My eyes are up here."
Author:
digthewriterCharacters/pairings: Draco/Harry
Challenge: "Forward" for
dracoharry100Author's Notes: Unbetaed. (Full story here on ao3))
TEAM: Aurors.
Harry leaned into the wind as his broom cut through the sky, the world below reduced to shifting shadows and streaks of fading light. Flying usually cleared his head, but not tonight. Not with Malfoy still laughing with Nott like nothing had happened. Like Harry hadn't kissed him. Like, none of it meant anything.
He should've said something. It's me. I'm the one who's been sending you things. It's always been me. But instead, he'd hidden behind Luna's neat handwriting and silver wrapping paper, too scared to put his name to the truth.
He banked sharply, steadying his broom. The sky was calm, but his mind wasn’t. Maybe Malfoy didn’t care—or maybe it wasn’t him after all. His hands were stiff, and he didn’t want to land or face things inside. But he couldn’t fly forever.
With a sigh, he dipped his broom and headed for the ground. The pitch was quiet, all shadows and cold air. He wanted to move forward, say something real for once, but the truth sat in his chest like a lump he couldn't swallow. Too heavy to push out, too messy to make sense of.
He returned to his room, his roommates were out somewhere. Probably in the library with Hermione trying not to copy her homework. Harry thought maybe that was a good idea. He shouldn't fall behind on his students just because he's losing his mind.
Harry decided to take a quick shower before heading to the library alone. Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in a towel and about to get dressed, there was a knock at the door.
Much to his surprise. Malfoy was standing there.
"What are you doing here?"
Malfoy didn't answer. Instead he stared at Harry's body.
"My eyes are up here."
