Full Circle
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lokifanTitle: Full Circle
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for both![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dracoharry100's challenge sleepy and hd100's challenge pink.
Draco woke, curling into Harry with a sleepy smile. It was nice to be back in the Manor for a weekend – especially since he’d sneaked Harry in. His parents wouldn’t be back until the evening, so they could –
“Draco Malfoy, get out of that bed right now.”
Draco felt the blood drain from his face. His father was standing in the doorway.
Harry sat up, his voice strained but unpanicked. “Mr Malfoy – ”
“Father, I – ”
“Now.”
Draco had never seen his father so angry. Two blotches of pink marked his cheeks above white lips.
He swallowed, and followed him out.
~*~
Draco arrived in Harry’s flat that evening, his face white and strained. “What happened?”
Pink rose instantly on Draco’s cheeks, as if he’d been slapped. “He said I was disgusting!”
“Oh, no...” Harry opened his arms, and Draco came instantly to lean against his chest. “He’s wrong. He’ll calm down...”
“Don’t wanna think ’bout it.”
“Bedtime, sweetheart; you’re exhausted.”
“No – ” The protest didn’t last. They showered together, but didn’t fuck; Harry washed Draco’s hair while Draco nuzzled into his devoted touch.
In bed, Harry felt Draco curl into him as he had that morning – sleepy and trusting, and loving him still.
Rating: PG
Word count: 200
Characters/Pairings: Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for both
dracoharry100's challenge sleepy and hd100's challenge pink.Draco woke, curling into Harry with a sleepy smile. It was nice to be back in the Manor for a weekend – especially since he’d sneaked Harry in. His parents wouldn’t be back until the evening, so they could –
“Draco Malfoy, get out of that bed right now.”
Draco felt the blood drain from his face. His father was standing in the doorway.
Harry sat up, his voice strained but unpanicked. “Mr Malfoy – ”
“Father, I – ”
“Now.”
Draco had never seen his father so angry. Two blotches of pink marked his cheeks above white lips.
He swallowed, and followed him out.
~*~
Draco arrived in Harry’s flat that evening, his face white and strained. “What happened?”
Pink rose instantly on Draco’s cheeks, as if he’d been slapped. “He said I was disgusting!”
“Oh, no...” Harry opened his arms, and Draco came instantly to lean against his chest. “He’s wrong. He’ll calm down...”
“Don’t wanna think ’bout it.”
“Bedtime, sweetheart; you’re exhausted.”
“No – ” The protest didn’t last. They showered together, but didn’t fuck; Harry washed Draco’s hair while Draco nuzzled into his devoted touch.
In bed, Harry felt Draco curl into him as he had that morning – sleepy and trusting, and loving him still.