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smirkingcat) wrote2021-12-09 11:43 pm
smirkingcat) wrote2021-12-09 11:43 pm
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[Fic:] Home {25 days of HD}
Title: Home
Author:smirkingcat
Word Count: 726
Rating: PG
Prompt: picture of a blanked, a book and a tea cup
Warning: no beta – and i am not sure it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has found home.
Author's Notes: this is about trauma i guess i did it no real justice, it just happened to sneak in on its own
Home
Humming softly Harry bustled around the room. Draco should be home any minute now, and he had promised Harry that this evening he would be free.
Carefully he set down the tea tray, and got his favourite blanket. The book was already waiting on the side table.
He knew it was childish, and if it were anybody else but Draco, he doubt he would ever have felt comfortable for asking. But at this point Draco has just rolled with it all: the first time Harry had asked to be sung a lullaby. He had woken up after yet another nightmare, and he hastily had added, that he was joking, but Draco had sat up next to him, started to caress Harry's hair and sung. Harry couldn't say when he fell asleep, and in the morning he felt a bit stupid but Draco had just shrugged.
"If it calms you, and you can fall asleep again, I would sing to you every night."
It was also around then, that he stopped going back to therapy. his friends were not happy about that, and had very different opinions. After he told Draco he was the only one who said: "Well, we will find something else then, that can help you with that trauma."
And they did. He first changed jobs, and left the aurors, as it was too much fighting, that he really didn't like. That helped a lot, even if he is still searching a new employment that might make him happy.
And he talked with Draco about their childhoods and how different they were. And then one day Draco took him to the amusement park. That was where it all had started.
They would play all the games small children played. Sometimes with Teddy, but sometimes just the two of them, and Draco charmed the coat rack, or a teapot to be another player. It was weird, because Harry felt that he did not act as an adult when they did that, but it also helped him. He felt safe for the first time.
Once they had a talk about Harry calling Draco 'father'. But not in the bedroom, because it certainly was not sexual for Harry. And after he tried it... he was disappointed.
"It feels empty.... when I call you Draco, or you know the nicknames I know i mean you, and I feel happy and excited or just overwhelmed with emotion. But this is just an empty word to me... I know it should have meaning, but it doesn't."
"Harry, words don't have meanings just for themselves. They are words. The emotion comes from what we associate with them. And I know you love your parents, but it is also understandable that the word 'father', or 'dad' do not feel relatable to you. I mean 'dad' also means nothing to me, except that father would have been really cross with me."
What had stuck with him, was when Draco called him "beloved". It made his whole body tingle and he felt clouds beneath his feet.
When he heard the door, Harry walked towards the entrance. "Welcome home, handsome" he greeted Draco.
"That is not what you said this morning when I left," Draco teased. "What have you been calling me then? I think it was bed-head lazy socks, which with all due respect I am neither lazy, nor a sock."
"But you always nearly forget them, because of your habit to remove them the moment you are in the house," Harry chuckled as he watched Draco do his usal toe manuvre to remove his socks, after he slipped out of his shoes.
"Hush you. I don't like them, and we have good heating."
"And the living room is already set," Harry said quietly.
"Perfect, I will just change out of this, and I will be right with you. Which book are we going to read?" He asked as he walked towards the bedroom.
"I chose a Christmas Carol, it is a muggle classic... I never read it before."
"Lovely choice, befitting the season."
Harry smiled at Draco's back, before he returned into the living room and sat himself on the sofa. He couldn't wait to snuggle up to Draco, listening to him reading the book.
It was not perfect, and it was sometimes weird, but he never felt better in his life.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 726
Rating: PG
Prompt: picture of a blanked, a book and a tea cup
Warning: no beta – and i am not sure it makes sense
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Harry has found home.
Author's Notes: this is about trauma i guess i did it no real justice, it just happened to sneak in on its own
Home
Humming softly Harry bustled around the room. Draco should be home any minute now, and he had promised Harry that this evening he would be free.
Carefully he set down the tea tray, and got his favourite blanket. The book was already waiting on the side table.
He knew it was childish, and if it were anybody else but Draco, he doubt he would ever have felt comfortable for asking. But at this point Draco has just rolled with it all: the first time Harry had asked to be sung a lullaby. He had woken up after yet another nightmare, and he hastily had added, that he was joking, but Draco had sat up next to him, started to caress Harry's hair and sung. Harry couldn't say when he fell asleep, and in the morning he felt a bit stupid but Draco had just shrugged.
"If it calms you, and you can fall asleep again, I would sing to you every night."
It was also around then, that he stopped going back to therapy. his friends were not happy about that, and had very different opinions. After he told Draco he was the only one who said: "Well, we will find something else then, that can help you with that trauma."
And they did. He first changed jobs, and left the aurors, as it was too much fighting, that he really didn't like. That helped a lot, even if he is still searching a new employment that might make him happy.
And he talked with Draco about their childhoods and how different they were. And then one day Draco took him to the amusement park. That was where it all had started.
They would play all the games small children played. Sometimes with Teddy, but sometimes just the two of them, and Draco charmed the coat rack, or a teapot to be another player. It was weird, because Harry felt that he did not act as an adult when they did that, but it also helped him. He felt safe for the first time.
Once they had a talk about Harry calling Draco 'father'. But not in the bedroom, because it certainly was not sexual for Harry. And after he tried it... he was disappointed.
"It feels empty.... when I call you Draco, or you know the nicknames I know i mean you, and I feel happy and excited or just overwhelmed with emotion. But this is just an empty word to me... I know it should have meaning, but it doesn't."
"Harry, words don't have meanings just for themselves. They are words. The emotion comes from what we associate with them. And I know you love your parents, but it is also understandable that the word 'father', or 'dad' do not feel relatable to you. I mean 'dad' also means nothing to me, except that father would have been really cross with me."
What had stuck with him, was when Draco called him "beloved". It made his whole body tingle and he felt clouds beneath his feet.
When he heard the door, Harry walked towards the entrance. "Welcome home, handsome" he greeted Draco.
"That is not what you said this morning when I left," Draco teased. "What have you been calling me then? I think it was bed-head lazy socks, which with all due respect I am neither lazy, nor a sock."
"But you always nearly forget them, because of your habit to remove them the moment you are in the house," Harry chuckled as he watched Draco do his usal toe manuvre to remove his socks, after he slipped out of his shoes.
"Hush you. I don't like them, and we have good heating."
"And the living room is already set," Harry said quietly.
"Perfect, I will just change out of this, and I will be right with you. Which book are we going to read?" He asked as he walked towards the bedroom.
"I chose a Christmas Carol, it is a muggle classic... I never read it before."
"Lovely choice, befitting the season."
Harry smiled at Draco's back, before he returned into the living room and sat himself on the sofa. He couldn't wait to snuggle up to Draco, listening to him reading the book.
It was not perfect, and it was sometimes weird, but he never felt better in his life.