[Fic:] Past me, Future you 1
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smirkingcatTitle: Past me, Future you 1
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Word Count: 512
Rating: PG
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dracoharry100's prompts Nr. 13: Christmas party at work with spiked punch and Nr:14: Gift gone wrong
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 of the To meet you again series here.
Past me, Future you 1
Escaping St Mungos had proven to be quite difficult, escaping Theo is still an impossible task. He is watching me with his perceptive eyes and, I feel save to presume, his magic. Some strange spell or another, whatever pleases the unspeakable.
I hate the feeling of being watched, it's too close to how it was during the war. The fear that comes with it, always puts me on edge and makes me snappy in a not good way. For the moment though, I'm keeping my mouth shut. I want Theo to leave and Harry to relax, and maybe then I could finally figure this mess out, as it felt terrible close to haven gotten the wrong Christmas present and no clue on how to figure it out.
Harry on the other hand is bustling through our cottage, mumbling to himself, only to stop and shout at us from beyond the room too excited to really make sense.
"He is happy to have you back," Theo says unprompted, drawing me out of my own musings.
Turning around I raise an eyebrow
"You still frown the same way, when your annoyed at something Harry does," he shrugs.
"I'm not annoyed at him," I disagree, rolling my eyes for emphasis.
And I'm not, not at him at least. I'm annoyed at everything. The cottage looks wrong, my magic acts wrong, and Harry... Harry just... Harry just is wrong. He has lost weight, his eyes are surrounded by dark shadows, there are deep furrows in his face, white hair in his black mob and his movements have lost all the natural grace. But most painfully was the way he looks at me. There's something watchful in his eyes, like a watchdog making sure the punch at the party doesn't get spiked.
It's wrong, all of it.
"Will you just leave?" I snap at Theo, as I notice that he hadn't stopped watching me either. What did he want anyway?
"Draco- things will take time," Theo says in his usual way, but there's that tiny twitch in the corner of his mouth, betraying his laid back attitude as forced.
"You already said that back at the hospital, when you wanted me to stay there!"
"Draco? Everything okay?" Harry comes back into the room, carefully approaching me, clearly alarmed by my shouting.
"Cut it out! The both of you!" My temper gets away from me. "Really, Potter, what has changed in the last seven hours, for you to change your behaviour towards me so much?" I ask, because I have to know.
"What? Nothing. Is everything alright with you?" Harry comes closer, putting his hand on my forehead- checking for temperature.
"That's it," is the last thing I say, before I stomp away in the direction of my bedroom. Controlling my temper once it has gotten the better of me, is never going to happen, so maybe after I calmed down, I can face Harry again.
For now I'm just tired, and I would like some peace, before the chaos inside my head, gets the better of me.
Author:
smirkingcatWord Count: 512
Rating: PG
Prompt:
dracoharry100's prompts Nr. 13: Christmas party at work with spiked punch and Nr:14: Gift gone wrongWarning: 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 of the To meet you again series here.
Past me, Future you 1
Escaping St Mungos had proven to be quite difficult, escaping Theo is still an impossible task. He is watching me with his perceptive eyes and, I feel save to presume, his magic. Some strange spell or another, whatever pleases the unspeakable.
I hate the feeling of being watched, it's too close to how it was during the war. The fear that comes with it, always puts me on edge and makes me snappy in a not good way. For the moment though, I'm keeping my mouth shut. I want Theo to leave and Harry to relax, and maybe then I could finally figure this mess out, as it felt terrible close to haven gotten the wrong Christmas present and no clue on how to figure it out.
Harry on the other hand is bustling through our cottage, mumbling to himself, only to stop and shout at us from beyond the room too excited to really make sense.
"He is happy to have you back," Theo says unprompted, drawing me out of my own musings.
Turning around I raise an eyebrow
"You still frown the same way, when your annoyed at something Harry does," he shrugs.
"I'm not annoyed at him," I disagree, rolling my eyes for emphasis.
And I'm not, not at him at least. I'm annoyed at everything. The cottage looks wrong, my magic acts wrong, and Harry... Harry just... Harry just is wrong. He has lost weight, his eyes are surrounded by dark shadows, there are deep furrows in his face, white hair in his black mob and his movements have lost all the natural grace. But most painfully was the way he looks at me. There's something watchful in his eyes, like a watchdog making sure the punch at the party doesn't get spiked.
It's wrong, all of it.
"Will you just leave?" I snap at Theo, as I notice that he hadn't stopped watching me either. What did he want anyway?
"Draco- things will take time," Theo says in his usual way, but there's that tiny twitch in the corner of his mouth, betraying his laid back attitude as forced.
"You already said that back at the hospital, when you wanted me to stay there!"
"Draco? Everything okay?" Harry comes back into the room, carefully approaching me, clearly alarmed by my shouting.
"Cut it out! The both of you!" My temper gets away from me. "Really, Potter, what has changed in the last seven hours, for you to change your behaviour towards me so much?" I ask, because I have to know.
"What? Nothing. Is everything alright with you?" Harry comes closer, putting his hand on my forehead- checking for temperature.
"That's it," is the last thing I say, before I stomp away in the direction of my bedroom. Controlling my temper once it has gotten the better of me, is never going to happen, so maybe after I calmed down, I can face Harry again.
For now I'm just tired, and I would like some peace, before the chaos inside my head, gets the better of me.
