[Fic:] To meet you again 18
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smirkingcatTitle: To meet you again 18/25
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smirkingcat
Word Count: 1.302
Rating: PG-13/NC-17 (not really sure)
Prompt:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slythindor100's 18th prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
To meet you again 18
Harry woke up slowly. He was still hazy from his dreams. He couldn't really remember the dreams, but it had left him with a nice feeling. He decided to do something he hadn't done in a very long time, and had breakfast in bed.
As he shifted under the blanket and took a bite of his toast with strawberry-jam, he was reminded of the last time Draco and he had done this. It had been so comfortable, though Draco had been complaining about breadcrumbs. There had been wedding talk, ever since they set the date, there always was wedding talk, but the mood was nice and easy, Draco didn't complain about being covered in raspberry jam, before Harry got to lick him clean. The tight grip on his hair, and the body shaking underneath him, those were the memories that still made him shiver. Oh, and then there was the memory of Draco's taste on his tongue, and Draco's fingertips against his hard cock.
It was the first time in nearly two years that Harry did not shot the memories down, but let them come. Remembering the man he loved, the sensual being, the touches Draco had bestowed on him, the wicked things Draco could get up too. Harry groaned at the memory of Draco's fingers stroking him, holding him in place.
"I want you, just like that."
Oh that demanding voice, the poised way of speaking, even while naked.
"Dra-coh," he mumbled while his stroked the length of his cock. He let his fingers travel further, as the memory progressed, giving in to the one urge he fought off for so long. And it felt good!
It was half an hour later, when he opened his eyes again and sighed. Not frustrated but relaxed, the memory of Draco strong in him. Draco would raise an elegant eyebrow at him and would say: "Are you sure, that this is fine with you?"
Draco would not suffer him acting like a complete fool. He knew that, as well as he knew that Draco would never have let him fall so far.
With that thought in mind Harry took a hot shower, got dressed and went out into the city again.
As the people rushed him by he also remembered that it was Christmas season and that he hadn't even thought of a single present for anyone. In fact he hadn't handed out a lot of presents in the past years.
Normally Draco would take him Christmas shopping, and they would have great fun and find the most ridiculous stuff first, before they went for the real presents. It would always be a fun day out.
And today he felt like he should have himself a fun day out too.
He winced as he suddenly remembered how many birthdays he simply had ignored. Pansy in particular must had had a fit. He needed to get her something nice, and expensive. She always liked expensive things.
At least he knew what to get Teddy. While most of his class was wanting for consoles and stuff, since he was attending a muggle school, Teddy wanted to have a sleigh ride in the snow. The only thing was that normal horses were afraid of him, which had led to him being the only one not able to join his class when they had the winter excursion. But Harry knew Hagrid, and he was certain that Hagrid could tell him about horses who would not fear a half-werewolf. But that would be for another day.
With the thought of presents and Pansy the conversation with Neville returned. He suddenly slowed down until he came to a halt.
Three and a half years.
"...wont there be any rewards for you?"
It was this sentence that really had haunted Harry ever since he heard it. He had not been lying to Neville, he hated the kid that took the place of his lover. Because that kid took his lover away from him.
But... there had been good days and bad days. The summer spent with Andromeda and Teddy, that had been fun. The beach and Draco's excitement about the waves, and the sun and the castle the build. Or how excited Draco could get over dragons, in any forms, colours and versions. He also liked to get to know a Draco that didn't know true malice. There was a cruel streak in Draco, without a doubt, but it wasn't yet cultivated and so it was rather charming.
The question in itself was still unfair.
How could Nott ask such a thing from him?
How could anyone ask him to see anything positive in this situation?
Of course Nott could ask such questions, he seemed like the guy for whom everything had a price, and one simply had to find the value. It was what creped him out about Nott, everything was calculated.
But that was not how Harry saw the situation. For Harry it was the loss of his lover in exchange for half the child his lover used to be, because really this Draco was not even the true child Draco was. The real child had already grown up to be his fiancé, his friend, his strength and his confidant.
That was why Nott's question made no sense. Yes, in some way he genially liked this Draco, just liked he liked Teddy. But this Draco was still fake and having him here didn't stop Harry from wishing he had his Draco back.
However once he accepted that truth, he also knew that he could not give up hope.
Draco would never quit on him. Draco would be the stubborn git of a bastard he was, would pester everyone, including Snape's portrait (from whom Harry stayed as far away as possible at all times) and would try to find a solution until the solution was found.
And while Harry couldn't go and search for the solution himself, he could believe that there might be a solution. And if what Neville had told him was true Nott actually tried to find the solution.
After having spent the whole day with this kinds of thoughts, at the end of the night Harry sneaked through the long hallways, trying to stay out of sight of anyone who might come on by to notice him.
Silently he opened the door and stepped into the semi dark room.
Draco was lying still on the bed.
It took Harry a second to notice the slight movement of the chest, that indicated breathing.
Draco was still alive. At least the body was.
Slowly Harry stepped closer. He just wanted to see, he just wanted to get a better look for a moment.
Draco was so beautiful. He could see that Pansy had been by, dressing him in something Draco would be more comfortable then the Hospital gown, which Draco loathed. Most likely all the others had been by too. It was odd, because in his memory he saw the changes that had been made to the room when Draco's friends had stopped by, it simply was that in his life he hadn't noticed them. Hadn't noticed the flowers to be exchanged whenever the old ones withered, hadn't noticed the book stack growing, because Draco only ever wanted for him to read him out of the same book.
"Draco," he whispered and stroked through Draco's soft hair. "Please, if you can, please come back to me, don't leave me alone," he whispered before he kissed Draco softly, just for a taste, just for a moment to believe this is not three and a half years later, but just right back then, before the consequences of the curses became real.
As he heard the night nurse stepping closer, he sneaked out of the room again, back to his hotel.
Part 19
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 1.302
Rating: PG-13/NC-17 (not really sure)
Prompt:
slythindor100's 18th prompt: 
Warning: unbetaed, angst
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Find Part 1 here.
To meet you again 18
Harry woke up slowly. He was still hazy from his dreams. He couldn't really remember the dreams, but it had left him with a nice feeling. He decided to do something he hadn't done in a very long time, and had breakfast in bed.
As he shifted under the blanket and took a bite of his toast with strawberry-jam, he was reminded of the last time Draco and he had done this. It had been so comfortable, though Draco had been complaining about breadcrumbs. There had been wedding talk, ever since they set the date, there always was wedding talk, but the mood was nice and easy, Draco didn't complain about being covered in raspberry jam, before Harry got to lick him clean. The tight grip on his hair, and the body shaking underneath him, those were the memories that still made him shiver. Oh, and then there was the memory of Draco's taste on his tongue, and Draco's fingertips against his hard cock.
It was the first time in nearly two years that Harry did not shot the memories down, but let them come. Remembering the man he loved, the sensual being, the touches Draco had bestowed on him, the wicked things Draco could get up too. Harry groaned at the memory of Draco's fingers stroking him, holding him in place.
"I want you, just like that."
Oh that demanding voice, the poised way of speaking, even while naked.
"Dra-coh," he mumbled while his stroked the length of his cock. He let his fingers travel further, as the memory progressed, giving in to the one urge he fought off for so long. And it felt good!
It was half an hour later, when he opened his eyes again and sighed. Not frustrated but relaxed, the memory of Draco strong in him. Draco would raise an elegant eyebrow at him and would say: "Are you sure, that this is fine with you?"
Draco would not suffer him acting like a complete fool. He knew that, as well as he knew that Draco would never have let him fall so far.
With that thought in mind Harry took a hot shower, got dressed and went out into the city again.
As the people rushed him by he also remembered that it was Christmas season and that he hadn't even thought of a single present for anyone. In fact he hadn't handed out a lot of presents in the past years.
Normally Draco would take him Christmas shopping, and they would have great fun and find the most ridiculous stuff first, before they went for the real presents. It would always be a fun day out.
And today he felt like he should have himself a fun day out too.
He winced as he suddenly remembered how many birthdays he simply had ignored. Pansy in particular must had had a fit. He needed to get her something nice, and expensive. She always liked expensive things.
At least he knew what to get Teddy. While most of his class was wanting for consoles and stuff, since he was attending a muggle school, Teddy wanted to have a sleigh ride in the snow. The only thing was that normal horses were afraid of him, which had led to him being the only one not able to join his class when they had the winter excursion. But Harry knew Hagrid, and he was certain that Hagrid could tell him about horses who would not fear a half-werewolf. But that would be for another day.
With the thought of presents and Pansy the conversation with Neville returned. He suddenly slowed down until he came to a halt.
Three and a half years.
"...wont there be any rewards for you?"
It was this sentence that really had haunted Harry ever since he heard it. He had not been lying to Neville, he hated the kid that took the place of his lover. Because that kid took his lover away from him.
But... there had been good days and bad days. The summer spent with Andromeda and Teddy, that had been fun. The beach and Draco's excitement about the waves, and the sun and the castle the build. Or how excited Draco could get over dragons, in any forms, colours and versions. He also liked to get to know a Draco that didn't know true malice. There was a cruel streak in Draco, without a doubt, but it wasn't yet cultivated and so it was rather charming.
The question in itself was still unfair.
How could Nott ask such a thing from him?
How could anyone ask him to see anything positive in this situation?
Of course Nott could ask such questions, he seemed like the guy for whom everything had a price, and one simply had to find the value. It was what creped him out about Nott, everything was calculated.
But that was not how Harry saw the situation. For Harry it was the loss of his lover in exchange for half the child his lover used to be, because really this Draco was not even the true child Draco was. The real child had already grown up to be his fiancé, his friend, his strength and his confidant.
That was why Nott's question made no sense. Yes, in some way he genially liked this Draco, just liked he liked Teddy. But this Draco was still fake and having him here didn't stop Harry from wishing he had his Draco back.
However once he accepted that truth, he also knew that he could not give up hope.
Draco would never quit on him. Draco would be the stubborn git of a bastard he was, would pester everyone, including Snape's portrait (from whom Harry stayed as far away as possible at all times) and would try to find a solution until the solution was found.
And while Harry couldn't go and search for the solution himself, he could believe that there might be a solution. And if what Neville had told him was true Nott actually tried to find the solution.
After having spent the whole day with this kinds of thoughts, at the end of the night Harry sneaked through the long hallways, trying to stay out of sight of anyone who might come on by to notice him.
Silently he opened the door and stepped into the semi dark room.
Draco was lying still on the bed.
It took Harry a second to notice the slight movement of the chest, that indicated breathing.
Draco was still alive. At least the body was.
Slowly Harry stepped closer. He just wanted to see, he just wanted to get a better look for a moment.
Draco was so beautiful. He could see that Pansy had been by, dressing him in something Draco would be more comfortable then the Hospital gown, which Draco loathed. Most likely all the others had been by too. It was odd, because in his memory he saw the changes that had been made to the room when Draco's friends had stopped by, it simply was that in his life he hadn't noticed them. Hadn't noticed the flowers to be exchanged whenever the old ones withered, hadn't noticed the book stack growing, because Draco only ever wanted for him to read him out of the same book.
"Draco," he whispered and stroked through Draco's soft hair. "Please, if you can, please come back to me, don't leave me alone," he whispered before he kissed Draco softly, just for a taste, just for a moment to believe this is not three and a half years later, but just right back then, before the consequences of the curses became real.
As he heard the night nurse stepping closer, he sneaked out of the room again, back to his hotel.
Part 19
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Date: 2016-12-18 09:56 pm (UTC)I do hope the old Draco comes back, but i have this feeling that he'll be an adult but with no memory of them together and Harry will have to show him how good they can be all over again.
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Date: 2016-12-19 08:46 am (UTC)and from there on it just dragged on
not sure i managed to show that, and i am sorry for that lack of skill in my writing
so thanks so much for your comment and the read <3
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Date: 2016-12-18 11:09 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-19 08:49 am (UTC)and being the man he loved harry tied to hold on to that hope
i hope i can satisfy with the next few chapters and i am the first to confess - todays prompt completely threw me
thanks for the read and the comment!
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Date: 2016-12-19 09:40 am (UTC)I think a lot of people in the same situation don't realise that their adaptation to the new situation entitles them to mourn about what they have lost, even if their beloved is not dead. And especially people like Harry who will dive headlong in the caretaking. It's not that mourning means giving up hope for a recovery (although Harry might see it that way). It's just that mourning gives space for the feelings of loss that inevitably will come up in a life changing event like this.
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Date: 2016-12-19 01:43 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-19 08:46 am (UTC)thank you for coming back to read further even if you are not that happy with my story *hugs*
<3
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Date: 2016-12-20 03:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-20 09:00 am (UTC);)
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-19 10:25 am (UTC)Yes to this! Yes SO much!
I know I probably should be focussing more on Harry's situation (and what a shit situation it is!), but I keep coming back to this sentence. This is just them, exactly how I see them.
I do hope Draco can make it back to Harry and they can have again what they left behind. Harry has some issues he needs to sort out, though, it seems.
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-20 12:25 am (UTC)thank you so much for this comment!
<3
yes for thinking the same way!
(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-19 03:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2016-12-20 12:26 am (UTC)well at least you are happy with me *hugs*
thank you so much !!!
<3