[Fic:] Phase One
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smirkingcatTitle: Phase One
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 632
Rating: G
Prompt: tree branch with red heart bauble
Warning:
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:this on started out with pure porn in mind, and then it got all mushy… because harry wanted it that way. it is totally legit to blame the characters, right?
Phase One
“Honestly Harry, when you invited me over, I thought you had something else in mind, than decorating your Christmas tree,” Draco said, a tiny bit moping.
“Oh really,” Harry replied amused. “What did you have in mind?” he asked innocently, while was hanging another golden bauble on the tree.
“Nothing of course,” Draco denied hastily, before he realised his mistake. “Well, dinner most likely, and some dessert, I have heard rumours that you are a fantastic cook.” And as he turned away, to put a red heart on the tree he mumbled: “Not that you yet have cooked for me, of course.”
Harry grinned as he grabbed the next baubles. Draco obviously was undecided if he wanted Harry to hear, what he said or not.
They have been going out six times now, over the last three weeks, and so far, only shared one short sweet kiss, after their third date.
It was a change of pace for the both of them. Draco had quite the reputation now when it came to One-Night-Stands. Since his father is in Azkaban, and his mother moved to France with Andromeda, he did whatever he wanted when he wanted. And indulging in as many affairs had apparently been right on top of the list.
But Harry, who had watched Draco and his conquests one to many times, always thought that Draco was selling himself short. Most likely due to the insecurities he obviously was not able to handle.
And it’s not like he had room to talk. Just for him it had not been One-Night-Stand. But he had invited too many people to have dinner with him, or sorta, kinda, move in with him.
He wanted a real relationship, and it was easier to figure someone out when they were living with him. At least that is what he thought.
But now it was obvious to him that neither Draco nor he knew how to live in this post-war world, even three years later.
Draco had made many offers, or had moved in a specially enticing way, but so far Harry had resisted.
It was a hunch, a gut feeling, that they could be really great together, but first they had to fight their own bad habits. Because if he gave in Draco would run, and that was not what Harry had in mind. He had to make certain that Draco would no longer have anywhere to run to. Or even better, make sure that Draco would not want to run in the first place.
So, he took the small jibes with as much grace as he can muster. He had bigger goals for the two of them after all.
“Well, if you want to taste my cooking, why don’t you come around for dinner on the twenty-fourth. I shall dazzle you with the magic I work in the kitchen,” he said as he hung the next bauble, but his eyes have caught Draco’s.
Draco stiffed. Harry could see how his mind was working.
“You spent Christmas with the Weasleys, everybody knows that,” he said then, though there was a small jitter in his voice.
“I have Christmas Lunch at the Weasleys, yes. It is tradition, but if I want to invite you for dinner, then I can do that.”
“You are aware that this sounds awfully domestic, spending Christmas together. I don’t even have a gift for you,” Draco said haughty. “Yet,” he added in a hushed voice.
“Well, there is still time. And domestic doesn’t sound so bad, when its you and me, or does it?” Harry asked, letting his fingers brush against Draco’s, as the both of them put the lovebirds on the tree.
“No, no it does not,” Draco said, his cheeks blushing.
Harry beamed at him.
Phase one was completed successfully.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 632
Rating: G
Prompt: tree branch with red heart bauble
Warning:
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes:this on started out with pure porn in mind, and then it got all mushy… because harry wanted it that way. it is totally legit to blame the characters, right?
Phase One
“Honestly Harry, when you invited me over, I thought you had something else in mind, than decorating your Christmas tree,” Draco said, a tiny bit moping.
“Oh really,” Harry replied amused. “What did you have in mind?” he asked innocently, while was hanging another golden bauble on the tree.
“Nothing of course,” Draco denied hastily, before he realised his mistake. “Well, dinner most likely, and some dessert, I have heard rumours that you are a fantastic cook.” And as he turned away, to put a red heart on the tree he mumbled: “Not that you yet have cooked for me, of course.”
Harry grinned as he grabbed the next baubles. Draco obviously was undecided if he wanted Harry to hear, what he said or not.
They have been going out six times now, over the last three weeks, and so far, only shared one short sweet kiss, after their third date.
It was a change of pace for the both of them. Draco had quite the reputation now when it came to One-Night-Stands. Since his father is in Azkaban, and his mother moved to France with Andromeda, he did whatever he wanted when he wanted. And indulging in as many affairs had apparently been right on top of the list.
But Harry, who had watched Draco and his conquests one to many times, always thought that Draco was selling himself short. Most likely due to the insecurities he obviously was not able to handle.
And it’s not like he had room to talk. Just for him it had not been One-Night-Stand. But he had invited too many people to have dinner with him, or sorta, kinda, move in with him.
He wanted a real relationship, and it was easier to figure someone out when they were living with him. At least that is what he thought.
But now it was obvious to him that neither Draco nor he knew how to live in this post-war world, even three years later.
Draco had made many offers, or had moved in a specially enticing way, but so far Harry had resisted.
It was a hunch, a gut feeling, that they could be really great together, but first they had to fight their own bad habits. Because if he gave in Draco would run, and that was not what Harry had in mind. He had to make certain that Draco would no longer have anywhere to run to. Or even better, make sure that Draco would not want to run in the first place.
So, he took the small jibes with as much grace as he can muster. He had bigger goals for the two of them after all.
“Well, if you want to taste my cooking, why don’t you come around for dinner on the twenty-fourth. I shall dazzle you with the magic I work in the kitchen,” he said as he hung the next bauble, but his eyes have caught Draco’s.
Draco stiffed. Harry could see how his mind was working.
“You spent Christmas with the Weasleys, everybody knows that,” he said then, though there was a small jitter in his voice.
“I have Christmas Lunch at the Weasleys, yes. It is tradition, but if I want to invite you for dinner, then I can do that.”
“You are aware that this sounds awfully domestic, spending Christmas together. I don’t even have a gift for you,” Draco said haughty. “Yet,” he added in a hushed voice.
“Well, there is still time. And domestic doesn’t sound so bad, when its you and me, or does it?” Harry asked, letting his fingers brush against Draco’s, as the both of them put the lovebirds on the tree.
“No, no it does not,” Draco said, his cheeks blushing.
Harry beamed at him.
Phase one was completed successfully.
