Various dracoharry100 drabbles (H/D, up to 14A)

[sesheta66]

Title:  Various Drabbles, posted to dracoharry100  in January
Author:  sesheta_66
Word Count:  100 each, unless otherwise noted
Rating:  Up to ~14A, for suggestiveness
Disclaimer:  HP world belongs to JK Rowling. No money made by me - I am only playing.
 

1. Snow Wizards; Prompt: Christmas   * note that this was my first ever attempt at fanfiction

Harry awoke to find himself alone in bed. Grumbling, he padded down the stairs and looked out the back window.

The sight that met his eyes warmed his heart. Draco was building a snow-Harry to match the snow-Draco that Harry had built the previous day. Draco had pretended to be upset about the use of his scarf, but he hadn’t fooled Harry.

“It’s so that you’re with me even when you’re not home,” Harry had explained. Draco’s smile had lit up the room.

Harry wiped away a stray tear just as Draco came back into the house.

“Merry Christmas, Harry.”

 2. Promises Made; Prompt: Promises (3 drabbles) 

Harry sat in their kitchen - no, his kitchen - remembering all the promises that he and Draco had made to each other. Promises they had made not so very long ago. Promises now broken.

A promise to love each other forever.

A promise to not let family or friends interfere.

A promise to be each other’s family.

A promise to always be there to help each other through tough times.

A promise to never leave. To never EVER leave.

As he looked out the back at the now-melting snowmen, Harry’s tears flowed. What the hell good are promises anyway?

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Draco was at Malfoy Manor, empty inside. Family values, family honour, duty-bound. Those were the words his parents used when he had finally told them about Harry. Harry had insisted that he tell his parents everything - start the new year off fresh - come clean. He had made Draco promise. He didn’t want to live a lie, and he had thought Draco loved him. Why, then, was he determined to hide that love? Draco had kept that promise.

And now he lay here, staring up at the ceiling, thinking of other promises. Promises broken. Now he was broken too.

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One week later, the owl came. Harry tried to ignore it, but it was insistent. He recognized the eagle owl as Draco’s, but he couldn’t bring himself to hope. He was crushed, a mere shell of his former self. Why had he let his guard down? Why had he fallen in love? Why was it that he just couldn’t accept that he was destined to be alone. There wasn’t much else to be said.

Reluctantly, he opened the window and let the owl inside. He opened the envelope to find a ring. The accompanying note had two words: “promise me?”

3. The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives; Prompt: New Beginnings (3 drabbles)

Draco had, after returning with Snape from Spinner’s End, decided to start fresh. He wasn’t yet a fully-qualified wizard, but he had some skills. He was excellent with potions, and he had had quite a lot of experience with healing charms. Being the son of a Death Eater prepared you for battle in many ways.

So his new start had been as a volunteer at St. Mungo’s. He helped with potions in the laboratory. He learned all he could about healing. He prepared for a time when even he, an unqualified wizard, would be called upon to help the wounded.

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Harry stood, all alone, looking out over the battlefield. He finally understood what Dumbledore had meant when he had told Harry it was love - not hate - that would send Voldemort to his demise.

Harry had thought he would have to hate Voldemort enough to kill him. But in the end, he found that it was his love for wizard kind, and the desire for a world free of evil, that gave him focus. He hadn’t wanted to kill Voldemort as much as he wanted to preserve the rest of the world.

Now was the time for new beginnings.

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There were so many wounded that everyone was called upon to help. Draco kept looking for the one familiar face that he feared would not make it. But he didn’t let on.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted that familiar mop of dishevelled black hair. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, as he realized Harry was only there to check on the others. He was fine.

Harry looked up, and their eyes locked. Something unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, was in those eyes. With a nod they both acknowledged it.

This wasn‘t the time. Their beginning could wait.


4. A Matter of Perspective; Prompt: Grey Skies (3 drabbles) 

Grey skies make me smile, fill my heart. Unusual, I know, but I can’t help it. No matter what the shade, I see Draco’s eyes in them.

In soft grey, I see Draco open, relaxed, at ease. I don’t often see him like that, even now, so it’s something I cherish.

Storm clouds are the shade of desire. When he looks at me with charcoal eyes, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for him. Nothing. Those eyes own me.

All the shades in between reflect something of Draco for me. Moments in time that I hold close to my heart.

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Grey skies make me think of Harry. He has such a volatile temper, and always wears his emotions on his sleeve. He goes through life in such a haphazard way, I’m surprised he’s made it this far. Not that I’m complaining, of course.

When we argue, he rages like a tempest, but the anger passes just as quickly, to be replaced by a different kind of storm.

Mmm … when Harry’s all hot and bothered, the stormy look he gives me is my undoing. I can never say no to him when he gives me that look. I’m his completely.

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“You know, those grey skies remind me of our relationship,” Harry ventured.

“How‘s that?” Draco asked.

“Our feelings were always simmering dangerously close to the surface, ready to explode at any moment. We used to attack quietly sometimes, relishing in the verbal sparring we did, like a slow rain drizzling over us. Other times, we lashed out at each other with the strength of a hurricane.”

“We’re still like that now,” Draco agreed. “We have always been able to get to each other, only now it’s love replacing the hatred of the past.”

“True. But our passion remains a constant.”

A/N:  I don't normally write Harry as this insightful, but for some reason, his character wrote itself that way in this one. *shrugs*

5. Coming to Hogwarts; Prompt: Leaving Home (6 drabbles) 

A. The Plan

Harry was back at Hogwarts after a one-year closure. Headmistress McGonagall had decided to do what Dumbledore had wanted and the Sorting Hat had preached. She was taking down the barriers between houses, if only a little bit at a time.

One of her plans involved each year’s students answering one question. The seventh-years’ question was: "How did you feel about leaving home to come to Hogwarts?"

"Hand it in to me directly tomorrow. Your papers will then be presented anonymously to the group in one week’s time. This will hopefully help you get to know your fellow students better."

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B. Draco’s Decision

Draco found himself worried about what he would write. He was so used to putting on a front of self-confidence at school, that the freedom he now experienced was foreign to him. His father had been killed during the war, so he didn’t have to fear retribution if word got back to him. But still …

Did he trust these people? He had never trusted anyone in his lifetime, except maybe his mother, and there were times he hadn’t even trusted her. Now he was supposed to expose his feelings in front of everyone. Oh, what the hell. Why not?

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C. Harry’s History

Harry wasn’t sure what to write. He had finally got past the ridicule he had experienced, for one reason or another, over the years. And he had killed Voldemort not long ago. But now he was expected to go back to a time when he was a frightened 11-year-old boy, not knowing what to expect.

"We have to be honest," Hermione announced to anyone that would listen. "After all, what’s the point otherwise? I mean, the whole purpose is to get to know one another, and how can we do that if we aren’t completely truthful?"

She had a point.

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D. A Kindred Spirit

True to her word, McGonagall had posted all of the essays on the board in the classroom. There were no names, and they had all been changed so that handwriting was indistinguishable. All of them were numbered, and they each had corresponding papers to fill in, the objective to guess as many as possible based on what you thought you knew about your classmates.

Draco found some easy, and others more difficult. One in particular stood out from the rest, as it sounded so much like his own. It had only seven words:

"Finally I had a way to escape."

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E. A Lot Like Me

Harry had no idea how difficult this would be. So many were similar that it was hard to distinguish them. There were ones that said "scared" for one reason or another. Some said, "excited" while others said "sad" because they were leaving their parents, siblings, home.

One, however, drew his attention. It was short, just like his. And it sent shivers down his spine as he read it. The words were almost the same as his own:

"I couldn’t wait to get out."

He wondered who else had had such a horrible childhood that they couldn’t wait to get away.

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F. A Fresh Start

When McGonagall revealed that Harry and Draco were the two who had viewed Hogwarts as an escape, nobody was more surprised than them.

Draco knew that Harry’s parents were killed when he was one, and that he had been raised by muggles. But his father had always told him how spoiled Harry had been.

Harry knew what a jerk Lucius Malfoy was, but he never really thought about how intimidating he must have been as a father. He visibly shuddered at the thought.

"Potter."

"Malfoy."

"Shall we go for a walk?"

"Sure."

And that is how it all began …